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#but these last couple weeks i really fell in love again with these badass girlfriends
Chapters: 1/1
Warnings: None
Characters: Heather, Astrid
Pairing: Heather/Astrid
this ship desperately needs content so i took one for the team and wrote a little something.
criticism is appreciated!
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natsfirecat · 3 years
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Bring You Back
pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
summary: r and nat have happily been together for over a year, until everything comes crashing down. now, nat and the avengers will stop at nothing to get back the r they know
genre: angst w happy ending
word count: 10k
warnings: swearing, cheating, mind control/brainwashing, setting things on fire, Supergirl references, two sentences that could potentially be interpreted as implied smut but that wasn’t my intention, lmk if i need to add any more
A/N: this is set in the same universe as Operation Fire Widow but you don’t need to read that to understand this!
also this is kinda proofread, and by that i mean it’s 2am and i read over it but i’m tired and not thinking straight so the proofread doesn’t really count
”I swear, if you two don’t get married then I won’t believe in love anymore,” Carol said as she sat down on the chair across from you and Natasha.
You smiled as you felt your girlfriend’s arms around you tighten.
Carol couldn’t help but smile proudly at the two of you. 
You had been together for a little over a year, but you had been crushing on her for months beforehand. Carol, being one of your best friends, had been part of the big plan created to get the two of you together. Things didn’t end up going as planned, but of course it all worked out in the end. 
“Does anyone want a blanket before it starts?” Wanda asked as she entered the living room.
Carol and Peter both nodded at her, but Natasha simply shook her head.
“I have my blanket right here,” she whispered into your ear.
You grinned, then closed your eyes. You purposely used your pyrokinesis to heat yourself up to just the right temperature so your girlfriend could be warm. 
She leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, causing you to giggle. 
In the past year that you were together, Natasha evidently found out about your love for Supergirl.
It took some convincing, but eventually you were able to get her to binge watch the show with you so she could catch up to the live episodes.
“Y’know, you’re kinda like Kara if you think about it,” Natasha had told you. “You’re a happy little ray of sunshine, but you can also be a powerful badass when you want to,”
You smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss.
“I think you’re like Lena,” you replied, smiling at her. “You don’t have powers, but you’re still a badass and the team would basically be lost without you. You’re also super smart, and not to mention the fact that you both have gorgeous green eyes. Plus, you and Lena both act like you’re all dark and scary, but deep down you’re a softie,”
She rolled her eyes at the last sentence, prompting you to giggle before kissing her once again.
“So if I’m Kara and you’re Lena, then that means that you have reason to ship Supercorp now!”
“I already ship them, detka.” She told you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Lena clearly makes her smile a lot more than Mon-El ever did. I wish he never came back in the first place, but Lena did right by making the device that required him to leave Earth,”
“I’m so proud of you.”
Now, Natasha had caught up so she could watch the episodes live with you Carol, Wanda, and Peter. 
The current season wasn’t great, but you had been watching it since the pilot of the show first aired and you certainly weren’t going to stop now.
“Damn it,” you heard Natasha whisper as William appeared on the screen. “I don’t want to see him,”
You smiled, then placed your hands over hers, which were currently resting on your lower stomach. 
“He’s just taking up screen-time that should be going to Nia, or Alex or Kelly,” she said to you.
You nodded in agreement, softly rubbing your thumb over her knuckles.
You leaned back father into her, allowing her to place a few kisses on your head. 
“I love you, Natty,” you said softly, looking up at her. 
“I love you too,” she whispered back, unable to stop the smile on her face.
“Hey, lovebirds!” Carol said, pausing the show. “Do your little sappy couple stuff later, we’re about to get a Supercorp moment,”
You breathed out a chuckle, then turned your attention back to the screen.
-
After the episode ended, Natasha insisted on carrying you back to your shared bedroom because of how tired you were.
You nodded, allowing her to effortlessly pick you up and take you upstairs to bed. 
Luckily, you had decided to wear your pajamas before going down for Supergirl, so you didn’t have to change now that you were as tired as you were.
She gently set you down on the bed, climbing next to you as soon as she changed into her own pajamas.
Her arms had become your home at this point. You scooted yourself closer to her, placing your head underneath her chin as you wrapped your arms around her. 
A yawn escaped your mouth as you began to entangle your legs with hers.
“Natty?” You asked her, not quite ready to fall asleep yet. She nodded for you to continue. “When do you think Bucky’s gonna ask Steve out? I can tell he likes him. Maybe we should do something for him like my friends did with me last year,”
Her breath had hitched the moment you mentioned Bucky’s name.
“What?” You asked her, eyes opening wider now. 
“I don’t think Bucky likes Steve,” she said. Not in her soft voice she normally used with you. But with her voice she used with everyone else.
“What makes you say that?” You asked, your smile faltering a bit. 
“He just doesn’t,”
“And how would you know that?”
“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go to sleep.”
You backed away from her, raising yourself up so you were on your elbows now.
“Why are you being so defensive?”
“I’m not!”
“You are,”
“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”
Her eyes had widened, and she almost looked afraid. And that made you afraid.
“Natty, what’s going on?”
She said nothing, but broke her eye contact.
“Natasha,” you said, your own tone changing a bit too. It wasn’t your happy, cheerful tone you had most of the time. It was the tone you used while on the battlefield, or during interrogations. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”
“I can’t,” she said at almost a whisper. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to fall down.
“Tell me, or I’ll ask Bucky myself,”
“No, don’t!” She begged. “Please don’t! It didn’t mean anything! You’re the one I love!”
Your heart fell, as she practically confirmed your fear.
You were wide awake now. 
“No,” you got out. “No it’s not true,”
You pulled yourself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. You sped-walked down to the end of the hall, Natasha following after you.
Your fists were balled so tightly, you were sure your nails would leave a mark; they were almost drawing blood.
You had to take a deep breath before knocking on his door, you didn’t want to set it on fire.
“Yeah?” He asked, opening it. His smile fell as soon as he saw Natasha’s tear-struck face.
“What did you guys do?” You asked shakily, looking between them.
“You told her?!” Bucky said angrily. 
“No, no, no, no, no,” you said softly, your stomach already twisting. “It’s true?”
“I promise it didn’t mean anything,” Natasha cried desperately. She pulled your arm back, flinching at the heat radiating off of it, but she didn’t let go. “It was only once, we just had a bit too much to drink, and-”
You pulled your arm out of her grasp, already feeling the tears falling down your cheeks.
“When?” 
“Two weeks ago,” Bucky answered, earning a glare from Natasha.
“Y/N, baby, please,” she said as she reached out for you again. “I love you, and I want you,”
You couldn’t even look at her.
Without another word, you made your way back to your bedroom. Not the one you shared with Natasha, but the one you had before you and her got together. 
At this point you began to hyperventilate. You could hear the banging coming from the other side of your door, but you weren’t going to open it. 
You lay facing down on your bed, letting the sobs escape as your breathing only got faster.
Before you knew it, the pillow you were clinging onto had completely caught on fire. 
“Shit,” you said, shaking it to try to get rid of it. 
Unfortunately, your grip on it only made it worse. So you tossed it onto the bed.
Bad idea.
Now the entire bed was on fire. 
“Oh, fuck it!” 
Luckily, Tony had used his nanotech to upgrade all of your suits. So with a tap to your watch, your fireproof superhero suit began to appear. 
If you could smother the flames with something that wouldn’t catch on fire, maybe it could work.
It did not.
The fire alarm was now going off. 
“Fuck, shit, fuck,” you muttered.
You closed your eyes, holding your hand out to attempt to use your powers to put the flames out, but it didn’t work. You could still hardly breathe, and your vision was still blurry with tears.
Finally, you fell to your knees, letting out a scream that carried so many emotions. 
When you opened your eyes, the flames were gone. Your hands were shaking, your chest was burning, and the fire alarm was still going off, but the flames were gone. 
You let out a shaky sigh.
You stood up, ready to open the door, but you stopped yourself right before you grabbed the handle.
You couldn’t be here anymore. You wouldn’t. Not after what she did to you. 
You figured you’d call one of your childhood friends, and stay with her for a bit. You two had always had one another’s backs, so you didn’t doubt that she’d help you.
You made your way back to the door, silently praying that no one would still be waiting. 
You wish had half-come true. Natasha wasn’t right outside your door anymore, but she was down the hall heading toward you. It looked like she was carrying something to open your door, since she wouldn’t have been able to do it herself with the material it was.
You quickly broke eye contact with her, then dashed down the other end of the hall. You heard her footsteps, but you didn’t stop running. 
“Y/N, please!” She called, finally catching up to you as you stood outside yours and her bedroom door.
“Get away from me,” you choked out. 
You just needed to grab your phone so you could call your friend. You needed your phone so you could get away from the person who had caused you all the pain you were feeling.
You opened the door, wasting no time in finding your phone right where you left it on the nightstand. 
Unfortunately, your eyes met hers as you turned back around.
“Please, let’s just talk about this! Y/N, I love you!”
“I wish I believed that.”
You brushed past her, leaving her stunned. 
You couldn’t face anyone right now. Once you got to your friend’s place, you’d text your other friends and let them know that you were safe. 
But for now, you exited the building without another word. 
You were thankful for your fire powers at this moment. You could see your breath in front of you, so you knew it had to be cold for anyone without pyrokinesis.
Once you got far enough away from the compound (you knew you were far enough when you could no longer hear the fire truck that had automatically been sent over by F.R.I.D.A.Y.) you pulled your phone out, and scrolled through your contacts until you found your friend.
You clicked the call button, holding the phone up to your ear.
“Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up...”
The phone rang a few more times as you waited for her, but you never found out if she actually picked up or not; as you suddenly lost consciousness at the feeling of a blow to your head. 
Part of you tried to fight whatever was happening to you, hearing the voices as your body was dragged around. But the other part of you thought about what Natasha had done to you. That part didn’t fight.
And that part won.
6 months later
”We have intel on a HYDRA base formed near here, responsible for multiple civilian casualties and experimentation,” Steve told everyone. 
Natasha had been staring at the empty seat at the table, once filled with your presence. 
“Nat,” Steve said to her, sighing.
“What?” She asked, being brought back to reality.
“Look, Nat,” he said softly. “We need you for this. We need the whole team.”
She said nothing, but nodded at him. 
She had to restrain herself from shifting her gaze back to your empty chair. She also had to restrain herself from looking at anyone but Steve to avoid everyone else’s lingering glares.
Most missions didn’t need the whole team, but because no one had been to this base before, they didn’t know what to expect. Because of that, it was better to be prepared and have the whole team rather than risking a few people for what could be too much for them.
The base was only about 30 minutes on the Quinjet, so definitely within somewhat close proximity. 
Steve sent Wanda and Natasha down first. 
Neither of them said anything to each other. Wanda had hardly said two words to her at all since you left. She missed you, and she blamed her for your leaving. 
Tony and Carol followed close behind. 
Natasha held her gun at her side, holding it up at every corner they passed. 
Of course, she wasn’t really thinking about this mission, or about HYDRA.
She was thinking about you.
She was thinking about how you would go out of your way to hold her hand while she was nervous on missions. She didn’t get nervous until you.
Before you, she never really felt that she had a reason to be nervous.
But once she was with you, she would always get scared that she wouldn’t make it back to you, or you wouldn’t make it back to her. 
Even after you left, her nerves didn’t go away. 
With her powers, Wanda could sense Natasha’s anxiety. She was pretty good at hiding it, but her thoughts were loud enough for Wanda to tell otherwise. 
They rounded the next corner, making their way into a room filled with computers. 
“We’re in,” Wanda said through her earpiece. 
Natasha made her way to one of the computers, and began to type away to get what they needed.
If she hadn’t been the cause for you leaving, Wanda, along with the team in general, would actually feel bad for the assassin. She hardly went on missions anymore, unless they absolutely needed her. 
She could hide her emotions when people looked her straight in the face, but they all knew that she had been miserable since you had left.
Before you, she didn’t smile very often. When she did, it was usually just a small grin. But once she was with you, she couldn’t help but smile almost all the time around you. She wouldn’t hesitate to fully smile with you, especially when you were always smiling at her.
“Oh my god, Natasha,” Wanda said, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “For just one second, could you stop thinking about…”
Natasha perked up when she noticed that Wanda didn’t finish her sentence.
She turned around to see what she was looking at, causing her jaw to drop instantly.
“Y/N…”
-
“Let go of me!”
“No! I don’t belong here!”
“What did you do to me? Why can’t I use my powers?”
“Get away from me!”
Your cries echoed through everyone’s ears as you were restrained in a small cell.
Your plan was to burn the two redheads before they could get HYDRA’s important files, but they had failed to inform you that one of them had powers too. Except her powers allowed her to constrict you in mid-air as you fought against her. 
She eventually put you into some sort of trance, so you wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone. 
You weren’t sure why everyone was looking at you the way they did, but you figured it had something to do with them being Avengers.
In your months as a HYDRA agent, they always warned you of the Avengers. They said they couldn’t let you get anywhere near them. 
You weren’t sure why, I mean, you could literally control fire with your mind. Had you been paired against anyone other than the redheaded witch, you would’ve easily won. 
“Y/N,” came the voice of Captain America.
“That’s not my name. I don’t know who Y/N is,” you replied, sending him a harsh glare.
“Y/N, we know this isn’t you. We’re going to do everything in our power to get you back,”
You scoffed,
“This is who I am. Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with? Especially since you haven’t even given me the liberty to be able to defend myself, by taking my powers,”
He sighed,
“We’re not going to kill you. Tony designed this cell to counteract abilities like yours. It’s not doing any damage to you, but you won’t be able to use them. We can’t allow you to have your powers while you’re like this,”
“Then just fucking kill me!”
He sighed again. 
“I’m going to leave you in here for the night, but we’ll be back tomorrow,”
He waved goodbye, and even gave you a small smile.
You weren’t sure why he did it, but you only glared back.
-
“I can’t do it, Clint,” Natasha said, pacing around in circles.
Clint was the only one who didn’t completely shun her and shut her out after finding out what happened. Part of him wanted to, but he knew she needed somebody. Even if it was just one person. And if that one person had to be him, then so be it.
“You don’t have to do it now, especially since she’s not… the Y/N we know. But you can’t avoid her forever.”
“She left me. For all we knew, she could’ve been dead. She made no contact, she clearly didn’t want us to find her. I thought…. I thought she was gone forever. But now HYDRA has her, and it’s my fault.”
“Nat, you can’t blame yourself for this. Her abilities are unique, so it’s not surprising that they would target her like this,”
“It is my fault. If I hadn’t… done what I did, if I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, she wouldn’t have ran off like that. She wouldn’t have been taken.”
“You’re right, you were fucking stupid. But you didn’t cause HYDRA to take her and mess with her mind. That’s on them, not you,”
She shifted her gaze to the floor as tears began to form in her eyes.
“I’ve missed her so much, Clint,” she said, her voice breaking. “I wish I could take it all back. I wish it never happened. I wish I could just hold her in my arms and never let go,”
He took a step closer to her, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as she began to sob. 
Just then, Steve began to make his way back, passing the kitchen.
“Anything?” Clint asked as he walked by, still holding Natasha close as she continued to cry.
Steve gave a solemn look, then shook his head no.
When he saw the way Natasha was crying, he felt a pang of sympathy for her. Yes, she had broken the heart of one of the nicest, and overall universally liked person, but he couldn’t help but want to comfort her in this moment. She was once his friend too.
Instead, he continued to the meeting room to consult the rest of the team and inform them of your state.
-
Steve kept his promise about returning. He was only there for a few minutes before Tony Stark stood in front of your cell. 
He looked like he was about to throw up.
“So,” he began, stepping forward. “Do you know why you’re here, any of this look familiar to you?”
“God, for someone who’s supposed to be a genius, you’re really fucking stupid,”
“Look, whatever HYDRA’s told you isn’t true. They’re filling your head with lies. Both literally and figuratively.”
“Sure they are,”
“Well then why don’t you tell me what all you remember of your life before HYDRA?”
“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean they’re lying to me. They’re the ones who gave me my pyrokinesis, which you took from me, but the memory loss was a side effect.”
“They didn’t give you your powers, Y/N, you got them when you were a sophomore in college. Freak accident with something that wasn’t supposed to be in your chemistry class, but it ended up working out for you. You became an Avenger two years ago,”
“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me Y/N.”
“Fine then. What would you like me to call you? What name did HYDRA give you?”
“I don’t have a name. I have an identity.”
“Alright then, what’s your identity?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Cute. Alright, that’s enough for now,”
He left you. It seemed you had annoyed him enough.
No one came by for the rest of the day.
Well, that’s not entirely true. One person, who looked like he was just a kid, stopped by to slip food through the tray.
“Here you go, Miss.” 
He didn’t call you the same thing Tony and Steve did. You were grateful for it.
But as soon as his eyes met yours, they instantly filled with tears and he ran out.
You had always been well-liked among all the Avengers, but Tony began to have a soft spot for you when you became friends with Peter. You were a bit older than him, but you always acted like a big sister to him, and thought of him as your little brother. Soon enough, Tony began viewing you as a daughter figure.
He didn’t like the idea of Peter going in there with you, but he was outvoted when the kid volunteered to bring your food.
He knew he was right when he saw him running back, rubbing his shirt against his eyes to wipe away the tears.
For the next week, it became a routine. Steve and Tony would come by, and try to get you to talk, but ended up just going in circles. You were beginning to wish they actually had killed you.
But after the first week, something changed. Two women walked in. 
You recognized one of them as the redhead who used her powers on you, and the other was a taller blonde who looked vaguely familiar.
“What now?” You asked, sitting against the wall. 
Neither of them made clear eye contact. 
“You’re the one who suspended me in the air while your teammates fucking captured me,” you said, pointing at Wanda. 
“We didn’t capture you, HYDRA did,” she told you.
“That seems to be a common theme going around, and it’s getting tiring. But you know what? Go ahead, tell me more about how they’re lying to me when they’re the ones who made me into what I am today,”
“We’re not here to talk about HYDRA,” Carol said, looking up. 
“Oh? Well then by all means, do continue,”
She took a deep breath in,
“You were more than our teammate, you were our friend. So if you’re tired of us telling you that your life is a lie, we’ll tell you about your life here,”
You shrugged. You were bored. If what they said would keep you entertained, then you didn’t have a problem with it.
“I was the one who trained you with your powers. When we found you, you could hardly control them at all. You had run away from everything and everyone, trying to isolate yourself so you wouldn’t hurt anyone. The instant we saw you, we knew you were a good person. You had this look in your eyes-”
“Oh really?” You asked. “Where’s this look now?”
“Gone. Buried somewhere in your mind, along with the rest of your memories,”
You between both of them,
“Tell me why you’re really here,”
The truth was that Wanda believed she could somehow try to use her powers to get your memories back by searching through your head. She stood there, staring at you, trying to find anything that would show your old memories, but there was nothing. 
If that wouldn’t work then it couldn’t hurt if they at least attempted to tell you a little bit more about your life here.
“I was there when you controlled fire for the first time, completely on your own. You were in control. You couldn’t believe it, but all I remember is feeling so incredibly proud of you. We kept working together, and soon, I was able to call you one of my best friends.”
You could see her crying, and you began to feel for her. You weren’t sure why; she was an Avenger. An Avenger who betrayed HYDRA nonetheless, but part of you wanted to comfort her. 
“I’m sorry,” you said. You instantly regretted it. You couldn’t let them manipulate you like this.
“When I joined the team, you were the most welcoming person here. You had joined just a few weeks before me, but I could tell that everyone already loved you. It didn’t take long for me to love you too.” Carol said, her eyes filling with tears too.
They had to be lying, but you weren’t sure why part of you felt such a pull toward them. It had to be part of Wanda’s mental manipulation. That was the only explanation you could think of.
“The boy,” you began. “If what you’re saying is true, I-” you stopped yourself. “Y/N, was also close with him, right?”
“Yeah,” Wanda told you. “You and Peter become close fast. You originally bonded over TV shows you both liked, which turned into a thing for the four, and eventually five, of us to watch together,”
You still didn’t fully believe them, but if hearing about your supposed life would entertain you, then you’d keep listening.
This pattern also lasted a week. They would come in for about an hour per day, and tell you stories about your life here. 
They told you about the time Wanda decided to teach you guys how to bake. You decided that waiting for it to heat up took too much time, so you held the pan in your hands and heated it up with your powers. They ended up burning to a crisp.
They told you about the time all of Peter’s friends ended up being out of town for his school dance, so you agreed to go with him. Wanda and Carol had managed to sneak in as well, to check on the two of you but everything ended up being fine.
They told you about the time you tried to high-five Tony after a mission, and his suit registered you as a threat at first because of how you jumped up to meet him, so it ended up blasting you 20 feet. 
They told you about how you once calmed down the Hulk and turned him back into Bruce simply by smiling and waving at him. 
They told you about the time where Steve made a political comment, and you slammed your hand on the table and spent the next two hours educating him on important political topics. They said you had practically radicalized the man from the 40’s.
-
One day, neither of them came in. It was surprising, as you had actually begun to slightly enjoy their company. Slightly.
Instead, Peter came in. He looked a little less nervous than the first time, but he managed to look you in the eye.
“Y/N…” he said. 
Your stomach turned as an idea popped into your head. It was a terrible idea, and would most definitely hurt him. But it would get you out of here. It would allow you to get out, and get back to HYDRA.
“Peter!” You said, perking up in a high-pitched voice.
“Y/N?” He was confused now.
“Peter, Peter, Peter! I remember now! It’s all coming back to me! We were friends! Close friends, you were practically my brother! I remember it all!”
You strained yourself to keep your face smiling and optimistic.
He turned his head to the side, thinking about it.
It had to work. He had to believe you so he would let you out.
“Peter, I remember going with you to your dance! Your friends weren’t there, so I went with you. We ended up having a great time, especially when Wanda and Carol made an appearance too!”
He reached forward, about to open the cell when he stopped himself. 
He wanted to believe you so bad. He wanted his sister back.
“Tell me about the little boxes,” 
This had to be a code of some sort. Shit.
The Y/N they were describing seemed to be a bit clumsy, losing control of her powers and getting blasted by Tony while trying to high five him. You could picture Peter being similar to that too.
“I tripped over a bunch of tiny boxes, and then you fell right after me. We ended up laughing about it for hours,”
He sighed, looking away from you.
The truth was that little boxes were a Supergirl reference. You and Peter were both generally optimistic people, so you had confessed to each other that there was a lot of pressure with that to keep up the team’s spirits. So when you both saw Lena talk about how she uses the little boxes as her coping mechanism, you both knew it was unhealthy. 
Luckily, you came up with a healthy version. You both could keep up your optimism with the team, but you had a free pass with each other. Undoing the little boxes, if you will. 
He couldn’t bring himself to look back at you. He couldn’t believe he almost let you trick him like that. 
So he walked out without another word. 
Tony was waiting for him, and immediately pulled him in for a hug when he saw his face.
“I thought she was back for a moment,” he said. “I thought we got her back,”
Tony let out a long sigh. No one could get through to you, not even your best friends.
They only had one option left now; Natasha.
-
“You can do this, Nat,” Clint told her. 
It had been four weeks since you’d been in your cell. Over a week since anyone from the team tried talking to you. She was the only option left.
She didn’t want to do it at first, she still didn’t. 
But Clint eventually convinced her. He told her that she owed it to you to at least try. Whether it be out of her love for you, or because she hurt you, she owed it to you. 
He walked with her until they reached the door. From there, she had to go on her own.
She walked down the hall, holding her arms around herself.
She took a deep breath, then finally stepped in front of your viewpoint.
You sat with your back against the wall, eating the last bit of your lunch.
“Hey,” you said, giving a simple wave.
She tried to steady her breaths before looking directly at you.
“You were there when they took me back here,” you told her. “I remember. You were at one of the computers, and I was about to attack you and Wanda before she suspended me in the air and you guys brought me here,”
“Remember anything else?”
“No. Were you someone important? I thought they were done sending in all of Y/N’s friends,”
“We weren’t friends,”
“Oh?”
“I loved you. Part of me always will,”
“You mean to tell me that I pulled the Black Widow? Okay, now I know you guys are lying to me,”
“Peter, Wanda, and Carol were the ones who devised the big plan to get us together. They wanted to figure out a way for me to need your warmth, so you could be my personal heater. It didn’t go like that, and you accidentally burned me while we were dancing. Then I found out you liked me, and the rest is history.”
“You got with Y/N after she burned you?”
“First of all, I know you didn’t actually mean to burn me. Second of all, I had liked you for some time too. When we first met, I instantly felt this pull toward you. Your smile made me feel things I never thought I could feel. You always went out of your way to make me smile. I thought it was because you were like that with everyone; but as soon as I learned about your feelings for me, I couldn’t believe it. I called you down the next day to ask you out, and that’s when we had our first kiss,”
“Sounds great,” you said nonchalantly, knowing it hurt her. “But if you claimed to love me so much, why didn’t you look for me?”
Her breath hitched.
“Oooh, I hit a nerve there,” you said with a chuckle. “What? Did it happen in the middle of a fight or something?”
That’s when the reality of the situation hit her. Yes, she would do everything in her power to get you back, but would you still want her even when she did get you back? You were right, you had left because Natasha had broken your heart. How would she face you again once you remembered it all, once you remembered what she did to you?
So she changed the subject.
“Did the others tell you about your favorite shows?”
“They told me that we would all watch shows together, but didn’t give specifics,”
“Your favorite was Supergirl. I always thought you were a lot like the main character, Kara. You just had this sunshine in your eyes, just like her.”
“And now?”
“Well, I guess you’ll see once you get to the sixteenth episode of season one.”
“When I get to that episode? So you’re resorting to TV shows for my memory?” 
You couldn’t help but laugh, which brought her even more pain.
“I thought you wouldn’t mind the idea, I imagine it gets boring for you in here,”
“No, no, you’re right, it does. Look, if you want me to watch it, I’ll watch it, but…” you burst into laughter again. 
It was pathetic how the Black Widow was so determined to get her sweet little Y/N back. 
But, you were willing to let her try. You couldn’t wait to see it crash and burn.
-
“You really think I’m like Kara?” You asked her the next day as she came to see you. “I’m five episodes in, and she’s the most annoying character ever.”
Natasha sighed. She’d get you back eventually. 
“Look, I’m just saying that they could’ve made her more interesting. Like, she has the potential to do so much more but instead all she does is be giddy and fake quirky.”
The truth was, part of the reason you had loved Kara so much originally was because you were able to relate to her in a way because of your powers. She suppressed them for years, just as you had tried to, but eventually embraced them and became Supergirl. Even if it was fictional, it’s a big part of the reason you found the courage to learn how to use your powers and become an Avenger. And of course, you did happen to have a personality just like hers. 
Now, all you could do was roll your eyes at the character. 
A few days later, Wanda eventually came back. She had a few brownies with her. 
“What’s this for?” You asked her.
“You wanted to surprise Natasha with something sweet after she came back from a mission, but you couldn’t do it on your own. You had already made three failed batches, so you knocked on my door at 2:00 in the morning asking for help. I wanted to say no, because I was asleep and didn’t want to get up. But I saw the look on your face, and I just couldn’t say no to you. So I got up and helped you make them. They ended up turning out, and Natasha loved them.”
“And you’re giving me this because you think it’ll jog my memory?”
“Partially, but it’s also because I still care about you, Y/N. Even while you’re like this, I know my best friend is in there somewhere. I made them, and it didn’t feel right not to try at least,”
You shrugged as she slipped them through the opening to give them to you. 
You took a bite, and instantly closed your eyes at the taste.
“Oh my god, Wands, this is amazing,” you told her as soon as you swallowed.
She had the biggest smile on her face. Not because you liked the brownies, but because you called her Wands. 
You were coming back. 
-
Two weeks later, Natasha was making her daily trip to you. You smiled at her, happy almost happy to see her.
“God, Lena’s so pretty,” you said to her. “Her eyes are just perfection,”
Natasha let out a chuckle,
“Glad to see you still have an appreciation for green eyes,”
“How could I not? I really hope Kara gets with her,”
She laughed again,
“Come on, I have a surprise for you,”
“What?”
She smiled, then unlocked your cell door. You turned your head, giving her a confused look.
She stepped into your cell, holding a bracelet of some sort.
“As much as I’d like to fully trust you to take you outside of your cell, I can’t. So this replicates the energy in this room, keeping you from using your powers,”
You shrugged, then held out your arm for her to put it on. 
Once it was secure, she motioned for you to follow her. 
She led you through the compound, resisting the urge to grab your hand and interlace your fingers with hers. She knew you would come back eventually, and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms when you did. 
“Anything look familiar?” She asked with a hopeful tone. 
You felt a pit in your stomach as you shook your head no. You gave an apologetic look, then continued following her. 
She said nothing, continuing to lead you through the compound until she opened a door, leading up to the roof. 
She gave you a smile, then turned her head toward a blanket and pillows with a basket full of food.
“What’s this for?” You asked as you sat down across from her.
“I dunno, I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been confined to that cell for so long, I figured it’d be nice to bring you up here,”
She reached into the basket, then handed you a peanut butter sandwich. 
Her smile widened as you took a bite out of it, and you couldn’t help but return her smile. 
She reached across, and placed her hand on yours. 
“I’m sorry,” she said immediately, starting to pull it back. You gripped it tighter so she wouldn’t pull back.
“It’s okay,”
You didn’t have your memories, but you knew that you and Natasha were a thing. It amazed you how the woman with a deadly reputation gave you such a soft smile. 
Holding her hand felt familiar. It felt like home. 
And you loved hated it.
“Why are you doing this, Natasha?” You asked her, rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. “Don’t tell me it’s just another effort to jog my memory,”
She looked down at your intertwined hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
“Because I love you,” she said honestly. “You were my everything, Y/N,”
You smiled at her again, feeling fluttery nerves build up in your stomach.
So you muttered something in Kryptonian.
“What was that?”
She pulled away, staring at you wide-eyed.
“What?” You asked, disappointed she pulled her hand away.
“You didn’t learn that from HYDRA,”
“What are you talking about?”
“What you just said to me, it’s a made up language,”
“All languages are made up,”
“No,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s Kryptonian, from Supergirl. You and Peter taught yourselves the language from online websites. You always called me that after you learned it. You’re remembering,”
She grabbed your hand once again, then leaned in closer. You reached out and grabbed her other hand, so you had both of your hands connected to hers between the two of you. 
“My beautiful sunset,” you said in English this time. 
She leaned forward even closer, inches away from closing the gap between yourselves. 
“Wait,” you told her, pulling back. “I don’t have all my memories, but I know that we were together.” She nodded for you to continue. “I also know that there was some sort of fight before HYDRA. I need to know what happened, Natasha,”
Her breath became shaky as she disconnected your hands,
“Not now,”
“No, I want to know. I need to know. Because as much as I hate it, I’m feeling something for you. But I don’t want to, especially if I don’t know what happened. So tell me,”
She took a deep breath in, then stood up.
“I think we’ve spent enough time here, let’s take you back,”
“No! Just tell me what happened!” 
“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go back.”
“Why are you being so defensive?”
“I’m not!”
“You are,”
“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”
“Natasha,” you challenged. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”
“I can’t.” 
-
That was three days ago, and Natasha hadn’t come to see you since. You missed her. 
You had continued to binge your way through Supergirl, almost finishing the fifth season.
“I killed my brother for you! For our friends, don’t you understand what you’ve done?” You quoted perfectly. It didn’t surprise you at this point. You had those memories, and they would show up. But you couldn’t think about any past memories, sometimes they just showed up; like this scene and like the Kryptonian.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you looked up to see a man you hadn’t talked to before,
“Ah, the Winter Snowman,”
“Winter what now?”
You laughed, turning your body to fully face him.
“I know who you are. HYDRA’s beloved Winter Soldier. I just think Winter Snowman is funnier. So, what brings you here?”
“I haven’t talked to you yet,”
“Why’s that? Did we not like each other or something?”
“We were friends,” he told you, looking at the floor. “Once, I was up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, and you happened to be up too for whatever reason. You saw me, and made me hot chocolate. When you saw that I wasn’t exactly okay, you hugged me until my breathing evened out and I was okay. After that, it became a routine for you to make hot chocolate every time I wasn’t doing so great. Sometimes we’d sit in silence, and sometimes I’d talk to you. But you were always there. I could always trust you.”
You smiled, realizing that you really were an incredibly nice person before HYDRA. 
“So why haven’t you come to see me yet? Natasha’s been the most, except for the last few days. What’s been stopping you?”
He took a deep breath in,
“I came to apologize.”
“Apologize? What for?”
“I’m part of the reason this happened to you. I’m part of the reason you left.”
“Really? I thought that was Natasha. All I know is that something happened between her and me and she won’t tell me,”
“She did hurt you, through me if you think about it. I still hate myself for it. I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me, but all I know is that I would take it back if I could.”
“No. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I’m so sorry.”
He left as all the pain and emotion came to your chest. You could see your vision blurring as tears started to form. 
“No,” you said softly, falling to your knees. 
Your breathing got heavier as you practically crawled to the glass.
“Get me Natasha!” You cried, banging your fists against the wall. “I want Natasha here!”
Tears began to stream down your face as you continued banging. You weren’t sure how long it was like that, but she eventually came running. 
F.R.I.D.A.Y. had alerted her that you were in distress and calling for you. She assumed you had somehow gotten hurt, especially since you were huddled on the floor.
She opened the door without hesitation and sat down next to you.
“I’m here,” she said gently.
“Tell me it’s not true,” you said, your voice breaking.
Her heart dropped.
“Tell me you didn’t make me think what we had was real, just for you to cheat on me with Bucky. Tell me you didn’t make me fall in love with you for it to be fake.”
“It wasn’t fake, Y/N. I did love you! I still do.”
You scooted away from her.
“Stop lying. Just tell me the truth; did you or did you not cheat on me with Bucky?”
She let out a few shaky breaths, feeling her own tears form.
“I did.” You let out a sob at her words. “I did and I regret it more than anything. I don’t know what came over me. All I know is that I want you and I wish I never did it,”
You let out a few more sobs as you cried harder. 
Out of instinct, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest.
“No.” You told her. “Get away from me. I don’t want comfort from the person who’s the reason for my pain.”
She nodded, wiping her own tears away.
“Y/N, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’ll never forgive myself for it, but I still love you so much. You’re everything to me,”
You stood up, your harsh glare meeting her once again.
“You were right, Natasha,” you said to her. “I am like Kara. Because just like her, I gave my heart to a lying jackass. Get out and get away from me.”
You weren’t sure why it hurt so bad. You hardly had any of your memories together. But part of you knew that you loved her. Part of your mind never stopped loving her, even while you couldn’t remember her. 
Sobs escaped your body as you held your knees to your chest. Natasha hated seeing you like this. She hated it even more so because she was the reason for it. 
She wanted nothing more than to comfort you and hold you until you felt better. But she knew she couldn’t.
As she took a step toward the door, she glanced at you one last time, wondering if she truly lost you forever.
-
Carol came by to see you after she saw both Natasha and Bucky sulking. 
Like Natasha, she had no problem entering the cell and sitting by you. Steve had advised everyone to keep a safe distance from you as your memories were still primarily HYDRA. He wanted you to fully come back just as much as everyone else did, but he couldn’t risk the safety of the team. 
But as soon as she saw your red eyes and tear-struck cheeks, she could give two shits about Steve’s warning.
She sat down next to you on the bed, gently putting a hand on your back to let you know that she was there.
You practically jumped into her arms, allowing yourself to cry once more as you clung onto her. 
You sobbed into her chest for a few minutes as she slowly stroked your back. 
“Sorry,” you muttered, pulling away from her. “I think I might’ve ruined your shirt,”
She gave a soft laugh, then wrapped an arm around you. 
“Don’t worry about it,”
“Why’d she put so much effort into getting my memories back if she knew I would find out and get hurt all over again?” 
Carol sighed, gently squeezing your shoulder. 
“I think part of her hoped, and is still hoping, that you’d forgive her,”
You scoffed,
“Once a cheater, always a cheater. Even if I remember everything, I’m not getting back with her. God, no wonder I left in the first place,”
“We were all worried about you, y’know. You left without a word. Tony tracked your phone, and found it shattered on the street a few blocks from here. We thought it meant you didn’t want to be found.” She told you. “If we knew you had been taken by HYDRA, we never would’ve stopped looking,”
“What happened while I was gone?”
“We all knew it had something to do with Natasha. She always acted like she was fine, but her eyes were constantly red and puffy. We also heard crying from her bedroom. A week or so later, she blew up at Bucky in front of everyone, so we all found out,”
“What happened then?”
“We hated them for it. We wanted nothing to do with them. I glared at Natasha any chance I got. How could she do that to you? I lost my best friend because of her,”
You let out a sniffle, then looked up at her to see that she had started crying too.
“I’m sorry for leaving you,” you said, hugging her once again. “I don’t clearly remember it, I have bits and pieces. But I should’ve at least talked to you guys instead of leaving like that,”
“It’s okay. You’re here now, and I’m not giving up on you.”
-
A week later, to your own surprise, you had called for Natasha again. 
Both Wanda and Peter had made individual visits to you. You were grateful for them as they hugged you tight. 
Wanda had suggested that you talk to her one last time to get some closure. She also said that it could help with your memory.
You were reluctant to the idea at first, but eventually agreed as you realized that the memory process was getting you nowhere at this point.
So you stood by the glass, waiting. 
When she arrived, she almost couldn’t believe that you wanted her there. She thought that maybe you just wanted to scream at her, but then she saw your calm and collected face.
“I only called you here ‘cause Wanda thinks getting some closure could help with the memories,” you explained right away. You didn’t want her thinking that you had forgiven her.
She nodded, biting her tongue to prevent herself from crying. 
You pointed to the door, indicating that you wanted her to come in. 
She nodded again, opening it and standing a few feet away from you, arms crossed. 
“I just need some answers,”
“Okay,”
You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. You balled your fists, feeling your nails against your palms.
“Why did you do it?”
“I wish I knew.”
“Oh come on, you have to at least give me more than that,”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I genuinely don’t know why I did it.”
“Then tell me how it happened,”
“Are you sure? You said that this could be helpful for your memories, but I don’t want this to cause you any more pain than you already have,”
“I’m sure. Just tell me,”
“Alright,” she let out a slow breath. “You were on your way back from a mission. I had been missing you, so I was staying up late so I could see you as soon as you landed.” Her voice began to shake, but you motioned for her to continue. “While I was waiting, I assumed I was the only one up. So I decided to pour myself a drink, since there was still about an hour and a half before you’d get back. Bucky ended up coming down a few minutes later, so I poured him a drink too.”
“Really? You’re using the drinking excuse?”
She didn’t reply to you, but continued anyway.
“Something didn’t feel right, physically. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I ignored it and instead focused on how I would be seeing you soon. After around 30 minutes, something really felt off. I was about to get up and try to do something about it, but he got up at the same time. One minute we were just standing there, the next we were kissing. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I didn’t know why I was doing it, but I didn’t stop. After it happened, I felt sick about it; literally. My eyes had turned red, and I just felt so nauseous-”
“I remember that,” you interrupted her. “I remember you had red eyes and weren’t feeling good. I thought you had gotten a cold, so I took time off training to stay with you. Of course, it was just you feeling guilty about being a cheater,”
“I couldn’t face what I had done-”
You interrupted her again,
“Wait a minute, you said you had red eyes and something felt wrong while you were with Bucky, right?” You said, she nodded in response. “Did the drink taste normal?”
She shook her head no,
“It didn’t, but I didn’t really focus on that. I was busy thinking about seeing you again,”
“Who all has access to the drinks?” You asked, your heart rate quickening.
“What are you talking about?”
“Just, take me to the security room and let’s look at the tapes for around that time, but a bit before,”
She wasn’t sure where you were going with this, but she opened the door anyway.
“You’re not gonna restrain my powers?” You asked as you had made it around halfway down the hall.
She shrugged,
“I don’t think you’re gonna hurt me or anyone here,”
You returned her shrug, then walked ahead of her until you reached the security room.
Once you arrived, you smiled, realizing that you had made it there on your own from your memories of this place. 
You sat down in front of a computer, and began typing away at the security tapes. 
“There’s a missing one, a few hours before,”
She turned her head in confusion.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” she said, “Do everything you can to retrieve this file,”
“Right away, Miss Romanoff,”
“If I’m right then…” you began, but didn’t finish. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. 
A few minutes later, F.R.I.D.A.Y. found the deleted file.
You pressed play, showing what had happened that day.
The HYDRA agent had memorized everyone’s schedule. The majority of the most powerful Avengers were currently on a mission, and the others were training; so this was the window.
He had hotwired a car Tony had left at a bar parking lot, when he was too drunk to drive and had to be taken home by a taxi, and then forgetting about the car altogether.
The agent used this to pull in without security questioning it. 
He made his way to the back of the building, then spotted a slightly cracked window. He used that as his opportunity, reaching his hands under to fully open it up. 
Once he climbed in, he then went to the kitchen. 
Due to training schedules and timing, it was likely that no one would be drinking tonight except for the target. 
So he took the bottle, opened it, then sprinkled a powder into it. 
He then closed it, and put it back where he left it before leaving the room and coming to erase his tracks.
“HYDRA’s told us about that powder before and the effects of it, it makes you susceptible to suggestion. They’ve modified it so they can give specific commands just from taking it.”
“So what does that mean,”
“They knew we were together, they knew I had powers. They knew I’d be devastated if you cheated, and hoped that maybe I’d leave.” You started, staring at her with a mixed expression. “It’s starting to come back to me, the fire alarms had gone off that night. That was their signal that it had worked, and I was hurt. They took that to their advantage, and found me in my devastated state and took me.”
“What are you saying, Y/N?”
You smiled. It was the same smile you used to give her before everything happened. You took a step toward her and cupped her cheeks.
“You didn’t cheat.”
-
Your moment was short lived as you instantly fell to your knees, hands around your head.
Everything was coming back to you now.
“It’s pathetic, and never gonna happen!” 
“Oh come on, you guys aren’t gonna actually freeze the room, right?”
“Oh my gosh, um- it’s not what it sounds like! I promise, it’s-”
“You should watch Supergirl with me,”
“Can you not go easy on your girlfriend during training?”
“Of course I’ll be your personal heater,”
“Natasha… I love you. I really do. It’s okay if you don’t wanna say it back, but I thought you should know.”
“My beautiful sunset,”
“You’re my home,”
“Natty,” it was the first time using that nickname since you’d been back here. “Natty, I remember everything now,”
She bent down to you, running a hand through your hair.
To say she was relieved was an understatement; she had just found out that the biggest mistake of her life wasn’t even her fault, that she didn’t betray you like she thought she had. And, the love of her life had finally completely come back to her.
You instantly began crying, leaning your forehead against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck.
Without thinking, you crashed your lips onto hers. It wasn’t a pretty kiss by any means; it was desperate, and wet with tears. But neither of you seemed to care.
“I love you so much,” you said between kisses. “I’m so sorry for everything I said to you.”
“It’s okay, you didn’t know, no one did,” she wrapped her arms even tighter. “I love you too.”
If either of you had been thinking straight, you would have alerted the team that you had gotten your memories back and didn’t need to be locked up anymore. 
But you weren’t. All that was on either of your minds was making up for lost time. 
She picked you up effortlessly, holding you tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist, keeping your lips on her skin. 
She carried you all the way back to her (and now yours once again) room. 
Once she set you on the bed, she reconnected your lips in a messy but meaningful kiss. 
She crawled on top of you, planting kisses everywhere. 
“I love you,” you told her again.
“And I love you,”
And those were all the words either of you needed right now as you continued showing each other just how much you loved and missed one another.
-
Hours later, you lay on the bed completely wrapped around her. Your face was buried in her neck as your limbs tangled with each other.
You both shot straight up at a knock to her door. 
“Natasha,” came the voice of Steve. “Y/N’s missing.”
“About that…” she said. “There’s a lot I need to tell you guys.”
She hopped off the bed, keeping her hand connected with yours. 
You met Steve’s worried eyes when she opened the door, tightening your grip on Natasha. 
The conversation with the team ended up going well. Everyone apologized for how they had been toward Natasha and Bucky after learning that it wasn’t their fault. 
And of course, they were ecstatic that you were back.
Carol, Wanda and Peter, ran toward you and all tried to hug you at once, resulting in a dog pile. Eventually, everyone else joined too, only making the pile bigger. 
You met Bucky’s eyes, and gave him a smile. He seemed relieved, then smiled back at you. 
The rest of the day, everyone continued making sure you were okay, and Tony had already started a plan for finding that HYDRA agent. 
Bruce wanted to do a checkup, which you agreed to. Natasha held your hand the entire time, which made it a lot harder for him to do what he needed to. Despite this, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to stop. You had both suffered so much these past few months, so if you wanted to hold hands right now, then so be it.
“Y’know,” Natasha began, pulling you into her lap. “We haven’t had a proper date in so long. Obviously it’s too late to go anywhere, but we can have a night in and watch last week's episode of Supergirl if you’d like. I haven’t watched it since the last time, and I really have missed my favorite blanket. So, what do you think?”
You turned around, kissing her instantly. It was a long, deep, needed kiss. You couldn’t get enough of each other now that you were back.
Once you pulled apart for air, she smirked at you.
“So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”
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Nothing Changed But Everything’s Different | Sirius Black x Reader
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Warning: slowburn angst, mentions of slight violence, alcohol, no happy ending
Time/Era: Marauder Era, Ages 18-21
Word Count: 10.1k
Summary: Sirius found someone who made him believe in love at first sight. 
Request: Okay! :) Well in that case can I have an ANGST Sirius x Reader? Where they’ve been together for a few years (it’s post-hogwarts only a couple years) but the relationship is starting to sour and crumble. Sirius being Sirius is flirting with other girls and just neglecting y/n. They argue a lot and everyone can see that it’s deteriorating. It gets to a point where he just flat doesn’t acknowledge her even though they live together, long and ANGSTY pls 🥺 :) U decide the ending! :) Ty, much love!
A/N: I worked really, really hard on this so I hope you enjoy :) Let me know what you think :)
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“She’s absolutely gorgeous, Prongs!” A young Sirius Black twirled around the dorm room and fell onto his bed with a dreamy sigh. “She’s witty and smart mouthed, but she’s so sweet and nice at the same time. She listens to the Weird Sisters and Queen and she’s a total badass.” 
“Y/N L/N?” James scoffs, bending over a sketch he was working on. It appeared to be an intricate building of some sort, complete with four stories and geometric windows. 
“Yes, Y/N L/N! I think it’s love at first sight, Prongsy. I’m going to marry that girl one day.” Sirius laid one of his ankles against the post of his bed. The leather of his boot made a loud squeaking noise, and James cringed.
“Have you ever even talked to Y/N L/N?” James smiled smugly and smudged ink across the side of his hand. 
“Have you ever had an actual conversation with Lily Evans?” Sirius countered, making James sputter. James looked diagonally towards Sirius and moved his head so their corresponding bedposts weren’t in the way. 
“I have! This morning, for example! We talked about the morning toast for a full 3 minutes!” His glasses began to fog as his cheeks warm. Sirius laughed heartily and threw the pillow that was under his head square at James’ face. With a deep ‘oof,’ James looks back towards Sirius, glasses now crooked. “Fine, don’t believe me! You’re just angry Evans is finally starting to fall for my charm.” 
“Ah yes, my bad. I forgot sweat and body odor was irresistible to girls.” 
“Lily isn’t a girl.” James reached his slender fingers to level his glasses. “She’s a woman.” 
Sirius was sent into hysterics; chest heaving, loud laughter, tearful, hysterics. James rolled his eyes and threw the pillow back at Sirius. But, in all of its glory, the cushion hit Sirius’ bedpost and sent feathers flying through the air. Sirius busts out in even more laughter, falling to the floor with a big, dramatic thud. 
“What’s going on here?” Remus asks, entering the room and setting his bag onto his bed. “Why is Pads on the floor?” 
“JP assaulted me!” 
“I DID NOT YOU THREW FIRST!!!” 
Remus chuckled under his breath and unbuckled his bag to retrieve his homework. “And what exactly caused this alleged assault? Did Sirius call you Prancer again?” 
A bark sounding laugh came from Sirius and James scowled. 
“No, we were just talking about his newfound obsession with Y/N L/N and he took an unwarranted dig at mine and Lily’s relationship.” 
Remus snorted and set his work on his desk. “What relationship?” Sirius let out another “HA” and pulled himself back onto his mattress. “And isn’t Y/N L/N the one who called your hair greasy, Pads?” 
“Well, yes, but I like a woman with a bit of attitude,” Sirius sighed dreamily. His left pointer finger, ring and all, came to twirl a chunk of his hair. “I think I want an autumn wedding.” 
“You’re not getting married to her, mate. You don’t even know her.” James came to Remus’ bed and started poking around his bag. “Are you putting on the scar ointment Pomfrey gave you still, Moons? Hey! Stop picking at that one, you’re going to make it worse!” He slapped Remus’ hand away from his face and Remus rolled his eyes. 
“Who are you? My mother?” 
“I am too going to marry her, James! Just watch me!” 
Peter opened the door solemnly, a grumpy look plastered on his face. James turns nervously towards him before slapping him on the back. 
“What happened, Pete? I thought you were supposed to be on a date?” 
“I was, but she stood me up. Again.” Peter responds, making a beeline for the window seat. Conveniently, it was located next to his bed, so he haphazardly tossed his school bag onto the mattress. He grabs hold of one of the pillows before hugging it to his chest and burying his head into it. Sirius and James share a look before Sirius speaks up. 
“Awh, you’ll get ‘em next time. Don’t worry too much about it. It’s her loss, really.” 
“No, it was my loss. It was Abagail Cavin, mate. It was definitely my loss.” Peter’s voice was muffled as he muttered into the soft fabric. 
“Who’s Abagail Cavin?” Sirius asks, looking towards Remus for an answer. He shrugs. 
“I think that’s the ginger girl who always hangs around Y/N L/N? A year or two below us,” James thought aloud. “She’s friends with Lily too, I’ve seen them studying together.” 
Remus snorts. “Of course you have.” 
“I don’t know if I’m sad or angry.” The mousy boy admits, throwing the pillow in his lap at the wall. It hit one of Sirius’ Queen posters, making the frame fall to the floor with a loud crash. James is quick to swoop in and redirect Peter’s attention in fear of him escalating. 
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, there’s no need to get mad at Abagail. Um, how about we go get some sweets from the kitchens, yeah? Maybe that’ll make you feel better.” 
Peter tightened his jaw, staring at the now shattered frame on the ground. After a moment of silence from all the boys, Peter nodded and the pair exited the room. 
~
“Y/N L/N,” Sirius spoke in his signature flirty voice. He tried to match her walking pace, but she seemed to be in a rush. 
“Sirius Black, what can I do for you?” Y/N answered, her school uniform skirt swaying as she walked. She was on her way to meet Abagail in the library so the two could study together, and she was already 5 minutes late. 
“I was wondering if you would -excuse me, sorry- if you would like to go to the next Quidditch match with me?” Y/N seemed to swerve in and out of the crowded hallway like a car in heavy traffic. “Supposed to be a good game, you know.” 
“Me? Go with you? While you cheer your little boyfriend on? Thanks for offering, but I have to decline.” 
“Come on, you always go anyway! It could be fun!” Sirius finally matched Y/N’s fast gait. “And maybe we could grab some hot butterbeer or cider after.” 
Y/N sighed, suddenly stopping at the entrance of the library. She faced Sirius boldly and grabbed his upper arms with her hands. 
“Listen, it’s really flattering that you want me to go with you, and I have to admit, you’re super cute. But, you don’t exactly have the best track record with girls and I don’t want to be just a checkmark on your list of girls to shag.” 
While any person would be wounded by Y/N’s blunt assumptions, Sirius grins. “That’s where you’re wrong, love. I don’t really have a track record with girls, unless you count the week I dated Marlene McKinnon the October of our 2nd year. It’s our 7th year and I’ve had one kind-of girlfriend.”
Sirius watched as Y/N’s facial expression changed. Taking this as an invitation to keep going, he rubs his hands together and continues. “And if you’re talking about shagging, I’ve shagged maybe three girls who were not on some kind of to-fuck list, thank you very much.” Sirius suddenly leans in so he could whisper. “I’m just flirty. And based on the look on your face, the flirting is working.” 
“Y/N!” Abagail’s voice made Y/N drop her hands and Sirius smirk. “What are you doing?” 
“Oh, we’re just chit chatting,” Sirius answers for Y/N. “But, I do have a question for you, Ab.” 
Abagail’s face scrunched in response. “Don’t call me that. What’s your question?” 
“Why’d you stand up my mate Peter?” Sirius now stood with his feet shoulders width apart, arms crossed over his chest and his hair pulled to one side. Y/N couldn’t help but admire how well Sirius’ uniform pants fit. 
“What do you mean, stand him up? We talked about hanging out, but we never made actual plans. Honestly, I don’t really think I want to make any official plans. Some of the things he says are kinda scary.” Y/N looks sympathetically towards her friend.
“I told you to just ignore him, babes.” 
“I know, I know. I really think he’s a nice guy deep down though.” 
Sirius looked puzzled, “What harmless, little Peter Pettigrew says scares you?” 
Abagail nods frantically, “He came and sat with Lily and me when we were studying in the library last week. He went on a rant about how he can’t wait to become an Auror just to see,” The girl lifted her fingers to so air quotes. “How far he can take it.” 
“That doesn’t sound like Peter at all,” Sirius’ eyebrows knit in confusion. 
“Well, it was. And Y/N and I have a lot of studying to do. So, if you’ll excuse us.” Abagail gently tugged at Y/N’s arm. 
“Wait! So, is it a date, Y/N?” Sirius called after the girls. Y/N turned over her shoulder and beamed. 
“Common room before the match. I don’t like to be kept waiting, Black!”
~
“You don’t like to be kept waiting… but you think it’s perfectly okay to leave me all alone in the common room? That’s not very kind, Y/N.” Sirius watched Y/N descend the stairs to the girls dormitory. He was wearing his Gryffindor sweater and ripped black jeans, his hair tied messily in a bun. A long, striped scarf dangled lazily on his shoulders and draped down his frame to his mid thigh. 
“I said before the match and if I’m not mistaken, it’s before the match.” Y/N tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Are those for me?” 
Sirius quickly stood, holding out a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers. “Heh, yeah. I thought it was fitting because it’s the middle of October and we’re going to a Quidditch match. The leaves are orange and there’s so many colors and the sunflowers have the same kind of color pallet-” 
“Sirius, they’re lovely. Thank you.” Y/N cut off the blabbering boy. She took the flowers happily and observed their pretty petals. Sirius was right; the rich golden color matched the fallen leaves that littered the Hogwarts grounds. Y/N held up a waiting finger to Sirius so she could go leave her flowers in her dorm. 
“It’s pretty cold out, love, do you want to grab a jacket?” Sirius said when she returned. 
“It’s all in the name of fashion, my dear,” Y/N pulls a piece of hair behind her ear and nods towards the portrait hole. “Shall we?” 
Y/N sat in the crowd with her legs crossed; her shoulders were slumped forwards and her hands stayed sandwiched in between her thighs. Gryffindor was absolutely destroying Ravenclaw with the impressive score of 80-10. 
“The snitch is right by Potter’s head!” Y/N screeched, bumping Sirius’ shoulder with her own. 
“Where?! I don’t see it!” 
“To the right! Meadowes needs to catch it before Lockhart sees it!” Y/N shivers in spite of herself, bringing her hands to her mouth in order to warm them. Sirius snickers and loops his scarf around her shoulders. 
“Hopefully that doesn’t ruin your outfit, love.” Sirius winks and turns back to the game. 
The scarf was soft and toasty, and smelt exactly like Sirius. The satisfying mix of leather, butterbeer, pine and smoke engulfed her senses and made her dizzy. Y/N wrapped it around her arms and snuggled deeper into the soft knit. 
“Meadowes spots the snitch!” Remus announces over the intercom. The entire statum seemed to erupt into chaos; cheers and boos echoing off of every surface within 500 feet. 
Y/N had always had a soft spot for Remus; they weren’t friends, but something about him was so warm and inviting. He in no way seemed like the type to announce a Quidditch match, but it appears that when you’re friends with James Potter long enough, anything could happen. 
Dorcas zooms past the Gryffindor student section in her pursuit for the snitch. The entire group, Lily and Marlene especially, scream out loud words of encouragement. Y/N could have sworn she could see a faint smile appear across Dorcas’ features. 
“Potter scores! 10 points to Gryffindor! 90-10! Ravenclaw could still win if Lockhart catches the snitch!” 
“Come on, come on,” Sirius mumbles under his breath. No matter how much he liked to deny it, Sirius got really into Quidditch. He couldn’t play for shit, but he knew the mechanics of the game like the back of his hand. 
“Meadowes catches the snitch! Gryffindor wins!!” The entire crowd goes ballistic. Kids hug, and some kiss, before storming the field to congratulate their team. James stays on his broom, doing small loops in the air in the hopes of impressing a certain redhead. 
Sirius wraps his strong arms around his date, pulling her to her feet and lifting her into the air. “We won, Y/N! We won!!” 
Y/N snakes her arms around Sirius in return, a similar happiness bubbling in her chest. 
“What’d ya say about grabbing some hot cider from the kitchens to celebrate?” Sirius questions, noticing they’re the last students at their seats. 
Y/N nods, a soft smile gracing her face. “Yes, please. I’m fucking freezing.” 
~
“It would be easier if you just levitated the boxes in, love.” Y/N watched as Sirius struggled to carry boxes into the living room of their new flat. She giggled, admiring her boyfriend’s flexed biceps and strong hands. The prominent veins in his hands and forearms were bulging, making the manual labor a show for his very happy girlfriend. 
“I feel like that’s bad luck,” Sirius explained, placing the cardboard onto the floor. “I want to do this right. If I don’t we could be cursed.” 
“Whatever you say, babe. But, just so you know, that box goes into the kitchen.” With a flirty wink and smile, Y/N walked into their bedroom to unpack some of their boxes. 
Their new flat wasn’t overly exciting; it was a one bedroom, one bath flat above a small bakery in the center of London. It was a tiny space, as you’d expect two barely-twenty-year-olds to own, but it would soon be their home. Y/N was just excited the flat had a kitchenette and a small living space. 
The best part, in Y/N’s opinion at least, was the fact that the smell of freshly baked bread filled their flat at the beginning of each day. The elderly bakery owners, Jullian and Caspar, had given the young couple a good price on the flat. According to them, they were waiting for the perfect couple to rent from them. What that meant, Y/N didn’t know, but it made her feel special all the same. 
Y/N looked out of their window to the hustle and bustle on the sidewalk below. The shop was a small, hole in the wall bakery called Dream Puffs, that was oddly popular for its location. And Y/N was quick to understand why. Almost everything they made, especially the sour dough bread and cream puffs, were to die for. Jillian had presented Sirius and her a large loaf of the bread and a dozen cream puffs as a welcome present, most of which had been eaten already. Y/N wished she had known of Dream Puffs and the wonderful owners before, but she supposed she still had a lot to discover in London. 
The one downside was the only way to get into their apartment was by going through the bakery. It’s not the worst thing in the world, but when you’re in a rush or having a bad day, having to face random people isn’t the most ideal situation. Jullian and Caspar were nice enough to close the bakery early for the couple’s move in. 
“I thought you were supposed to be unpacking?” Sirius poked his head into their bedroom with sweat dripping down his brow. 
“Oh right, sorry,” Y/N lazily flicked her wand and their clothing sprang to life. 
“Bad luck, Y/N!” He entered the room and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, laid his chin on her shoulder and looked out the window. The busy streets and buildings were muted by the glass, which made Y/N feel as if they were watching ants in an ant farm. 
“I doubt we’ll get bad luck from levitating a few shirts, darling,” Y/N brought one of his hands to her mouth, gently kissing his knuckles before returning it to her waist. “I can’t believe this place is ours,” 
“Well, technically it’s Jillian’s and Caspars, but yes.” Sirius chuckles directly into Y/N’s ear and kisses her shoulder. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” 
“Are you asking me to marry you?” 
“Yes and no. Not now, obviously, but eventually. We’re going to be together forever anyway, so why should we rush?” 
Y/N sighed happily, feeling very loved. 
~
“Do you think Abagail will ever talk to me again?” Peter asked, laying his head against the armrest of the couch. “I heard she's working at the book shop in Diagon Alley.” 
Y/N snorted, laying her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder and enjoying the sound of the record playing in the corner of the room. Sirius and Y/N were hosting a dinner party for their friends in celebration of James getting accepted into the Auror academy. The nine of them -Sirius, Y/N, James, Lily, Peter, Remus, Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary- were all piled in Sirius and Y/N’s small living room, tipsy and full of warm food. 
“That happened almost two years ago, Pete. Let it go,” Y/N hummed, Sirius’ gentle hand rubbing her back and lulling her to sleep. She could feel the vibrations of Sirius’ laughter through his leather jacket. 
“Yeah, so? I’m not allowed to like someone that long?” Peter’s voice was harsher than he anticipated, making Sirius send a glare his way. 
“She means stop moping around and pining after a girl who doesn’t want you. There’s a world of opportunity and thousands of girls just waiting to date you if you open your eyes to it.” Sirius’ tone was barely lighter than Peter’s. 
“Well I don’t want thousands of girls, Padfoot. I want Abagail. Not everyone can hit it on their first try.” 
“Hit it on their first try?” Y/N was now wide awake. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 
“I mean,” Peter sat up, looking Y/N straight in the eyes. “You fucked Sirius on the first date.” 
“Woah, woah, woah, alright that’s enough. Wormy, Pads, Y/N, let’s all just take a deep breath and calm down for a moment.” James was quick on his feet to defuse the potentially harmful situation. He knew how Peter could get, and he didn’t want to see it escalate to that point. 
“Did you just slut shame me for having sex with my own boyfriend? Do you even have the authority to do that, Mr. Unused-Condom?” Y/N was now standing with James, starting to walk towards Peter. Peter stumbled to his feet and stared into Y/N’s eyes. 
“He wasn’t your boyfriend then, Miss Drop-My-Panties-for-a-Knut.” 
Sirius was quick to act, anger boiling inside of him. His knuckles balled into a fist and he threw a nasty punch square into Peter’s jaw. “No one insults my girl, Peter. I thought you knew better than that.” Sirius’ voice was like nothing Y/N had ever heard; it was cold and icy, yet fiery hot and full of hell-bending anger. 
Peter looked up and slugged Sirius right in the nose, making it gush blood. Remus grabs Sirius’ arms and binds them behind his back, trusting James to do the same to Peter. 
Y/N shrieked, having never seen Sirius or Peter get physical with anyone, let alone each other. Marlene grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the boys. 
“What have we talked about, you two?” James demanded, the vein on his neck bulging. 
“I’m not going to sit around and let him harass my girlfriend, JP! He’s a fucking asshole and he knows it!” Sirius struggled against his binds, but Remus was much stronger than him. 
“I’m not the one dating a slut!” 
“Get the fuck out of my flat!” Sirius screams making the room shake. Peter wiggles from James’ grip and grabs his wand before disapperating out of the room. 
Remus releases Sirius and he stomps out of the flat and down the stairs, most likely to go smoke a cigarette. James quickly follows after a glance towards Lily. 
“What did James mean when he said ‘what have we talked about,’ Remus?” Y/N asks, her soft voice a stark contrast from Sirius’ shouting. Remus runs a big hand down his face and plops onto the couch. 
“I wasn’t supposed to let you girls know,” He scoffs, shaking his head. “Sirius and Peter have been at each other’s throats for the past few years. Recently, it started getting physical. James always tries to defuse the situation, but it doesn’t work a ton.” Remus meets Y/N’s gaze and smiles sadly. “That boy would do absolutely anything for you, I hope you know that.” 
~
Sirius laid in bed with his arms wound tightly around Y/N’s waist. It was near 5 am and the light was just barely peeking through the window of their bedroom. The morning bread must have just been put in the oven, as the smell of fresh bread was slowly starting to overtake the flat. A long sliver of silver light slashed against the wall before fading delicately into the white paint. Sirius sighed contently and looked down at his girl. 
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly agape; Sirius observed how Y/N’s eyes moved under her eyelids while wondering what she was dreaming about. He hoped she dreamt of him, as his dreams were constantly riddled with her. Every aspect of her danced around his dreams: her lovely smile, her laugh, her scent, her gait, and everything that made Y/N Y/N. Sirius’ own lips parted a miniscule amount as he brought the back of his fingers to brush her cheek. He couldn’t help but notice how soft her skin was under his touch. She was so peaceful in this moment, and if she was to be disturbed, the world would crack. 
But all good things come to an end, and Y/N opened her eyes. Her features were riddled with the grogginess of sleep as she batted her eyes to focus her vision. 
“Darling? Is everything alright?” Her voice was honey in his ears. 
“Perfect, my love. Go back to sleep.” 
“What time is it?” Y/N began to wiggle from his strong grip, but Sirius tightened his hold on her waist. 
The man shot a spare glance at the old coo-coo clock that hung in the corner. “Quarter to five” 
“Then may I ask why you’re awake?” 
Sirius sighed, pressing an opened mouth kiss on her forehead. “Couldn’t sleep, the nightmares are still awry.” 
“What was it this time? Your mom?” Y/N was now wide awake and propped up onto her elbow. 
“No, the last Order mission, actually,” Sirius gently brushed a clump of hair out of her eyes. “But it’s okay, I’m alright. I have you here with me.” 
Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched and her mouth pierced. “Do you want to talk about it?” 
“No, my darling. I just want to lay here with my beautiful girl in my arms.” 
“I’ve never been to this bar before,” Y/N giggles as Sirius opens the door to the small building. The outside’s appearance was rather unappealing; cracked, exposed brick that has moss growing out of it, a leaky gutter system, a splintering wooden door and a faded open sign. Y/N looked up towards the LED sign that spelled out the bar’s name. Silver Sickle Bar and Eatery illuminated in the wet pavement, but multiple letters were unlit, making it read Silver Ickle and Eat. 
“Me either, one of my clients works here and said she’d give me free drinks.” Sirius winked before following Y/N inside. 
The place was small and drafty, but oddly cozy. It had the same exposed brick as the outside, but this time, they were bright red and covered in picture frames.  A few wooden tables were scattered across the floor opposite the bar, and various older men sat with beers in their hands. 
“Oh, Sirius! My love, you came!” A very angelic girl from behind bar squeals, quickly exciting the bar and throwing her arms around Sirius. Her hurried speed made Y/N step away from the pair to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Sirius chuckles heartily, wrapping his arms around her small frame, seeming to forget Y/N was there. 
“Vanessa! Nice to see you again,” He exhaled. A sinking feeling settled in the bottom of Y/N’s stomach. “How is your tattoo healing?” 
Vanessa pulls her shirt down to show Sirius the skin in between her breasts. On her skin sat a magical tattoo of a Hongorian Horntail dragon, which looked towards Sirius and blew a big breath of fire his way. The art was gorgeous, very obviously Sirius’ work, which only made Y/N’s stomach sink further into her feet. The red, lacy, v neck bra Vanessa was wearing brought out the ink in the tattoo perfectly, and the shape of the cut displayed not only her breasts, but the dragon beautifully. 
Y/N knew that many of Sirius’ clients were girls; she wasn’t stupid. He was a newly licensed tattoo artist at the biggest magical tattoo parlor in all of London. Not to mention, Sirius was an incredibly talented artist, which meant his appointment list was extremely difficult to get on. The charming attitude and good looks only added to the appeal of his artistry. 
“Who’s this?” Vanessa turned her gaze from Sirius’ to look directly at Y/N. Her long, black hair fell over her shoulder like a waterfall and her porcelain skin glowed under the dim lighting. 
“Oh! Right,” Sirius stuttered, shooting a grin in Y/N’s direction. “This is my gorgeous girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N this is Vanessa, I did her dragon tattoo last week.” 
Y/N forced herself to send a polite smile towards the girl who was just all over her boyfriend. Vanessa sent an equally fake smile and began to walk back to the bar. 
“And what can I get started for you, handsome?” She giggled, standing in front of the large wall of liquor. Y/N felt as if she was back at Hogwarts with all the girls throwing themselves at Sirius. 
“Old fashioned,” Sirius responded, taking place on one of the wooden stools. “And for the lady, tequila on the rocks with lime.” 
Vanessa sends Y/N an icy look before giggling sweetly. “Coming right up.” 
Y/N sends a worried glance towards Sirius, but he just responds by squeezing her thigh and kissing her temple. 
“So, do you have any tattoos? Since you’re so good at your job, I would assume you do, yes?” Vanessa asks, pouring Sirius’s drink and sliding it towards him. 
“Quite a few,” He catches the glass before it flies off the bar. “Most of them are covered by my shirt though.” 
It was true, Sirius’ torso and shoulders were littered with tattoos: A large lion across his right shoulder onto his bicep, stag antlers across his shoulder blades, a moon on the lower left side of his stomach, rat paw marks under the moon, and constellations riddling his collarbones. 
The bartender tilts her head to the side cheekily. “Can I see them?” 
Sirius chuckles in a very happy, flattered way. “I don’t think that’s quite necessary here,” 
“But I can already see this one…” Vanessa reached her arm across the bar and traced the bottom of the lion’s mane with her long, slender fingers. The tattoo seemed to move with her movements. “Can’t I see the rest?” 
Y/N coughs, slapping her hand against the bar. The vibration of Y/N’s sudden movement caused Sirius’ drink to wobble inside the glass. “I think I ordered a tequila not a random chick flirting with my boyfriend.” 
“Of course, how foolish of me.” Vanessa sent a scowl Y/N’s way and turned her back to fetch the bottle of alcohol. Sirius matched Vanessa’s expression. 
Once the flirt finished making Y/N’s drink, she slid it over to her. Y/N took a sip, only to find it was awfully made and very watered down. 
“Sirius, babe, I have a headache, can we go home?” 
“You didn’t have a headache a minute ago?” Sirius raises an eyebrow. 
“I know, I just feel a migraine coming on. I really need to take my migraine potion before it gets bad. Please?” 
Sirius sighs and nods, throwing an arm around her shoulders and kissing her temple. “Of course, babygirl.” 
The pair stand from their stools but Vanessa stops them. “That’ll be 2 galleons for the tequila.”
“You said you’d give me free drinks?” Sirius placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s lower back, rubbing small circles over her shirt. 
“Yeah, for you. The tequila wasn’t for you.” 
“Yeah, fine, whatever.” Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out two galleons, slamming them onto the bar. 
“Can I bet on seeing you again?” A loud giggle comes from her mouth as the couple exited the building. “Maybe you can show me your tattoos.” 
~
“I don’t know, Lily! She was all over him and he didn’t stop it.” Y/N bit into an apple and traced the Potters’ tablecloth. It was a month after Sirius and Y/N had visited The Silver Sickle, and Y/N couldn’t keep her anxieties to herself. 
“Have you tried talking to him about it?” Lily responded, kneading a big glob of pie crust at the counter. Potter Cottage was much larger than Sirius and Y/N’s flat above Dream Puffs. Earlier that month, Lily had announced she was pregnant, so James decided it was time to upgrade from their small flat to a house fit to raise a family. 
“Yes, but each time I try to bring her up he gets defensive and assures me that it was nothing, that he was trying to get free drinks.” 
Lily stared down at her dough intensely before grabbing her rolling pin. “Well, I wouldn’t let him get away with it. Maybe try to ask him again tonight? Just sit down and have a real, hearts on the table conversation about your feelings and whatnot. It’s important to do that.” 
“Yeah, that’s the thing. He’s been staying at work late this entire week. Apparently, one of his clients is getting a full back tattoo and it’s taking multiple sessions to finish. This is his biggest job to date, I don’t want to ruin it for him.” 
“How late is late?” The mom-to-be laid the pie crust into her pan and began to trim the excess off of the edges. 
“Nine, sometimes ten. He comes home exhausted.” 
“Hm, okay. I’d still try to speak with him if you can. How’s your work going? St. Mungos treating you well?” 
“Oh, yeah, definitely. My supervisor said that I’m one of the best beginning level healers he’s seen since Pomfrey worked in my ward,” Y/N took another bite of her apple. “I might get transferred to the branch in France for a week coming up, though. There was a big gas explosion and they have over 200 burn victims. My supervisor said it would be a good experience for me.” 
“Oh, I read about that in The Prophet! Those poor people,” Lily filled the crust with apple pie filling. “I’m sure they need all the help they can get.” 
“Oh, I know. I haven’t learned much about burn solvents yet, so it’ll be interesting to learn on the job.” 
“Are you going this week? What a shame, it’s your birthday on Saturday.” 
“Oh, no, the earliest I would be leaving is a fortnight from now. I’m kind of a last resort since I don’t have much experience or training yet.” Y/N stood and threw her apple core into the bin. “How’s JP doing at the Academy? He’s in his second year by now, right?” 
“Oh, he’s doing lovely. The Order is grateful for his efforts and have been sending him on more missions than before.” Lily sighs. “It’s rather nerve wracking, isn't it? You’re lucky Sirius doesn’t get called on many.” 
Y/N laughed a bit uncomfortably. “Yeah, I suppose they prefer actual Aurors to go on the calls. But when he does go, those are the worst nights. I can’t imagine having to go through that on a daily basis.” 
“It’s really hard,” Lily’s voice cracks and she begins to cry. “I’m sorry, it’s the hormones.” 
“Don’t apologize, Lils. I know how scary it can be. At least he's with Wormtail most of the time, yeah? They’re at the academy together and all.” 
Lily takes a deep breath to control her crying. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. Thank god for Wormy.” 
~
“Hello there, pretty lady. I heard there’s a 21st birthday party to be thrown?” James said happily as Y/N opened the door of the flat. Lily and Remus tailed him ever so slightly, all three wearing large grins and holding brightly wrapped packages. 
“Birthday party? You guys don’t-” 
James waved his hand dismissively. “We’re already here, so you’re kind of stuck with us. Peter should be here eventually.” The three push their way into the living room. 
“The nice elderly woman downstairs asked me to bring you this,” Remus held out a cupcake with bright red frosting. Y/N took it happily and walked to the kitchen to set it on the counter. 
“Thank you, Moony. But, really, you guys didn’t have to. Sirius isn’t even here.” Y/N felt self conscious around her friends. She was wearing an old tee shirt from her early teens, a beloved Scooby-Doo tee with a rip in the left armpit, and black yoga pants. It was safe to say Y/N was more than ready to spend her birthday alone. 
“What do you mean, not here?” Remus was standing in the corner of the living room, flipping through Sirius and Y/N’s record collection. They had so many at this point that the couple was unsure which record belonged to who. 
“I don’t know, he left early this morning saying he got called into work. Something about an angry customer.” Y/N felt small under the group’s gaze. “I wasn’t really paying attention, I was half asleep.” 
Y/N watched as Lily and James shared a look. “I didn’t think the shop was open on Saturdays, but I guess they are.” Y/N’s shoulders lowered visibly, making Lily backtrack. “It’s the pregnancy brain, Y/N. I’ve been mixing things up for the past week and a half.” 
“Right, right. Of course. Um, how’s that going, by the way?” She crossed her arms across her stomach uncomfortably. 
“Oh, it’s going wonderful! We actually have something to give you, if that’s okay.” 
“Wait!” James cut in. “We should wait for Wormy to get here!” 
Lily hit his chest with the back of her hand. “Oh, come off it. You know how late he is to everything! Let’s do it now.” The couple led Y/N to the couch and sat on either side of her, both wearing matching shit-eating grins. Remus remained leaning against the wall, ready to flip the record when the time came. James placed a medium-sized purple box on her lap. 
Y/N carefully undid the wrapping paper, prompting James to let out a loud groan. 
“Any day now, woman!” 
Y/N giggled. “Hey! It’s my birthday! Be nice to me!” 
“I am being nice to you, Y/N! I gave you a present, didn’t I?” 
Y/N bumped her shoulder with his and reached into the box. Her fingertips met with the soft fabric of a tee shirt. Upon pulling the garment out completely, she observed that the words World’s Best Godmother was printed across the front. Immediately, Y/N dropped the shirt and covered her mouth with her hand. 
“Is that a yes?” Lily asked, her eyes tearing again. 
“Yes! Oh my god!” Y/N’s own tears trailed down her cheeks as she hugged both tightly. “Me? Godmother?” 
“I can’t think of anyone more worthy,” Remus remarked as he watched the heartwarming scene unfold in front of him. Y/N was so overwhelmed with joy that she had almost forgotten that Sirius was absent. Almost. 
The party went along swimmingly from there on out; Peter had arrived shortly after Y/N unboxed Remus’ gift, a new cauldron and potion ingredients, and another gift from the Potters, a pair of gorgeous black combat boots. The mousey-boy shuffled over to Y/N and handed her a small gift bag. 
“Oh? Thanks, Pete.” Y/N awkwardly pulled out the contents of the bag. “Oh, good, a gift card to Silver Sickle Bar and Eatery.” She tried to sound thankful towards the man in front of her, but the disdain was still evident in her voice. 
“Sirius said it was his favorite bar, so I thought you’d like it. Maybe we can grab some lunch there, obviously my treat,” He lazily gestures to the card in her hand. “We haven’t really hung out for a while. I figured it would be nice. If you don’t like it I can get you something diff-” 
Y/N cut him off with a hug, “Thank you, Peter, this was really thoughtful. Would next week work?” 
“Wednesday?” He wraps his arms around Y/N’s frame for a moment before letting go. 
“Wednesday works perfectly.” 
The four continued to hang out well into the night; laughing, chatting, drinking, listening to music, and playing board games. As the party dragged on, Y/N couldn’t help but grow worried about Sirius’ whereabouts. Her worries were harshly pushed aside, though, when Lily suggested they play poker. 
“Ugh, I fold.” Peter slams his cards down onto the coffee table and laid back onto the carpet in defeat. Y/N smirked at Remus, her only opponent, and gestured for him to show her his cards. 
“Straight, beat that,” Remus says confidently. James and Peter “oooh” childishly and looked towards Y/N. It was very apparent that all of them, besides Lily, were very buzzed. 
Y/N smirked and shook her head, “You play a hard bargain, Lupin. So good that I applaud you. But,” Y/N laid her hand on the table: four of a kind. “You’re just not good enough.” 
The room laughs as Y/N pulls the large pile of galleons, sickles, knuts and Lily’s wedding ring towards her. Y/N slips it onto her own ring finger and holds her hand as if to admire it. 
“Oh, Lily, dear, don’t you just adore my new ring? Look at how it glistens in the light!” 
The redhead rolls her eyes and snatches it off of Y/N’s finger. “I’ll just be taking that,” She puts it back on. 
“It will forever be known to be my legal property, Evans. Don’t forget it!” 
“Does that mean I’m married to both of you now?” James smiles a dopey grin and looks back and forth between the two women. Y/N pretends to gag. 
“On second thought, I surrender my rights to your ring.” 
The group continued their laughter until the front door of the flat swung open. A very drunk Sirius Black stumbled in the door, dumbfounded as to why all of his friends were in his house. 
“Why are you guys here?” Sirius slurred, pulling up the shoulder of his leather jacket. He bumped the record player in the process, making Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac skip. 
“It’s Y/N’s birthday, Sirius,” Remus responded, his soft voice contrasting to his previously upbeat tone. Sirius slouched against the wall and slid down it until he hit the floor. 
“Y/N’s birthday...Y/N’s birthday...Oh! Y/N’s birthday! Was that today?” 
James was quick to jump into action. Propelling himself off of the couch, he took Sirius into his arms and brought him to a standing position. Sirius, of course, whined the entire way up, claiming that the floor wanted him to sit there. James responded with a small hum before peeling Sirius’ jacket off of his body and throwing it onto the kitchen counter. As Y/N watched, she couldn’t help but notice a bright pink smear on Sirius’ neck. 
“Yes, it’s today, you big goof. Where have you been?” 
Sirius went into a big flurry of words as James brought him towards the bedroom. Y/N thought she heard ‘And you should have seen her!’ amidst all the jumbled words, but she pied that off as her anxious imagination running awry. Lily’s hand found her back and she rubbed soothing circles on Y/N’s shoulder blades. 
“He forgot,” Y/N said to no one in particular. “I can’t believe he actually forgot.” 
“I’m sure he didn’t forget,” Lily soothed Y/N, rubbing circles into her shoulder blades. “He probably got carried away at happy hour, you know how he gets.” 
“Happy hour on Y/N’s birthday though?” Peter shook his head. Something about his tone didn’t sit well with Y/N. Lily shot a glare his way. 
The party did not last much longer; Remus said he had an interview with Dumbledore about a TA position at Hogwarts, Lily was tired, and Peter said that he was going on a mission tomorrow and needed rest. Y/N bid her friends farewell with large hugs and thank you’s. 
It’s safe to say that Y/N slept on the couch that night. 
~
Y/N awoke to sunlight in her eyes and a crick in her neck. The living room window wasn’t guarded with curtains, so even at the early hour of 4:30 AM, the room was illuminated with soft oranges, reds, and pinks. Y/N sat up and reached her hands above her head to stretch her back. She looks towards the bedroom door, listening for the soft snores of her boyfriend. Her neck screamed in agony, but she still stood and padded over to open the door. 
Y/N twisted the doorknob with care, trying to be as silent as humanly possible. She needed to see Sirius, not have a conversation with him. Alas, in all his glory, Sirius lied on his stomach with his mouth hung open and drool oozing onto the pillow. The girl admired how he looked as he slept; the sharp jaw, the perfect skin, the messy hair, the peaceful look gracing his features. He still wore his skinny jeans from the day previous, but at some point during the night, he discarded his white dress shirt. Y/N’s gaze darted around the floor until it landed on the crumpled fabric. 
Y/N glanced back at Sirius, admiring the artwork that filled his back. She remembered the day he got it; James cried when he first saw the gorgeous antlers. The low light highlighted the dark brown ink and seemed to make his skin appear airbrushed. Y/N smiled in spite of herself. 
Closing the door softly, Y/N walks into their small kitchen to prepare some tea in order to calm her nerves. The apartment was rather messy from the ‘party’ and Y/N had to dig through endless dirty dishes to find a mug clean enough to use. Y/N finally found one, a lavender mug that Marlene had given her for her 17th birthday, and set it on the counter while she filled the kettle. 
The kitchen wasn’t as dirty as Y/N previously thought. Sure, the sink was overflowing with dishes, but the kitchen itself was rather clean. And besides Sirius’ leather jacket, the counter was clear. The floor, though, was slightly sticky. Y/N sighs and flicks her wand; almost silently, the dishes start cleaning themselves. 
Y/N reaches for Sirius’ jacket, only to have a squishy substance fall onto her feet. She jumps back in surprise and disgust of the weird texture. But, the real panic sets in when she notices a big red spot on not only the floor but the leather jacket. Upon further investigation, Y/N realizes it’s the frosting from the cupcake Remus had given her. Sirius was very protective of this jacket and if he saw this, Y/N would be a dead man. So, she did the only reasonable thing she could think of: scrub the material with a wet paper towel. 
Thankfully, the frosting came off easily and didn’t stain the material. The only real obstacle was the sweet scent of the frosting lingering on the garment. Sirius had an insane sense of smell, so if he picked up even the slightest trail of sugar, Y/N would be busted. She delicately lifted the material to her nose. 
The musky scent of Sirius filled her nose as normal; leather, smoke, cologne, and spearmint. Y/N grinned at the familiar scent until she noticed a strong rose perfume almost ingrained into the leather. Y/N’s perfume smelled of vanilla. 
~
Y/N held her breath as she opened the door of the Silver Sickle, she was in no mood to see Vanessa again. All the same, Y/N put effort into her appearance just in case. She let out her breath when she noticed an old man behind the bar and Peter sitting in the corner. 
“Hey,” Y/N said breathlessly as she pulled out one of the wooden chairs and sat down. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little nervous meeting Peter alone; the two seemed to rekindle their friendship after he and Sirius fought. He promised that he was just drunk and not thinking, and Y/N not wanting to cause childish conflict within their friend group, had accepted his apology. 
“Hey!” He squeaked. “I didn’t know if you wanted to day drink or not, so I just ordered you a water to start off with.” 
Y/N laughed awkwardly. “Thanks, Wormy.” She took a long sip from her straw, trying to slow her nervous heart. “So, uh, how’s the academy? James said you are taking more and more missions with the order.” 
Peter nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, it’s great! Being an Auror is really fun, you really get to show people who’s boss, ya know?” 
“Um, I guess?” 
“I think they’re gonna kick me out, though. I haven’t done the best job at catching who I’m pursuing.” Peter raises his eyebrows and cocks his head to the side. 
“Oh? Why not?” Y/N glanced over the menu, only half listening to what her companion was saying. 
“I just like to play with them a ‘lil, like a cat and mouse. Except this time, I’m not the mouse.” 
Y/N looks at a delicious looking chicken sandwich on the menu and hums in response. 
“So, how are you and Sirius doing? It seemed pretty rough last week.” Peter takes a chunk of ice from his drink and starts chewing it. “If you want to talk about it, I guess.” 
This brings Y/N out of her sandwich-filled thoughts. “I don’t know, to be quite honest. We haven’t spoken much and I barely see him. He leaves early in the morning...comes home late at night…” Peter nods as if he was a therapist listening to a client. “I don’t want to assume the worst but he’s making it rather difficult.” 
“I wasn’t going to tell you this, because it isn’t really my business, but…” He comps down on the ice cube. “I was coming home from a mission a few nights ago and I saw him with a girl. I’m not quite sure what they were doing but it sure as hell didn’t look platonic.” 
Y/N felt her entire world shatter into her lap. “What?” 
“Yeah, I don’t know. She was really short with long black hair and a skimpy cocktail dress. They were walking into that club off of Coventry Street. I almost beat the fuck out of him right then and there, but there were bouncers.” 
Y/N bit her trembling lip and folded her hands in her lap. Rifling through her purse, she slammed the gift card down and stood. 
“Thanks for the lunch date, Peter, but I don’t feel well. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” 
“Was it something I said?!” Peter yelled at Y/N’s retreating back as she left the bar. 
~
“Are you going somewhere?” Sirius asked, gesturing to Y/N’s packed suitcases by the door. 
“Yup, I’m going to France for a week to aid burn victims,” Y/N finished brushing her teeth before packing her toothbrush. “Didn’t think you’d care.” 
“Well, I do. You could have told me.” He leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms. 
“I would have if I actually saw you.” Y/N wasn’t in the mood to argue; she had about an hour before she had to leave, and she planned on using that time to relax with a cup of herbal tea. 
“What’s that supposed to mean? You see me plenty.” 
“Yeah, when you’re sleeping or showering. There’s not exactly time to chat when you leave early in the morning and come home well past midnight.” Y/N walked into the kitchen and cut a slice of bread. “Oh, by the way, Caspar brought up some sourdough, if you actually want any.” 
“Don’t change the subject like you always do, Y/N. I work hard to support us, you know that.” 
“I work hard too. And I get home before 11 every night. I’m not exactly sure how being a healer gets you home earlier than a tattoo artist, but whatever.” Y/N buttered her now toasted sourdough. 
“Sometimes a piece takes a long time, that’s not my fault! I’ve been getting big jobs recently! You should be happy for me!” 
Y/N let out a harsh laugh as she poured water into the kettle. “Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid, Sirius? Really?” 
“What do you mean? I think you’re rather smart.” Sirius followed Y/N into the kitchen and was leaning against the counter. 
“Yeah? Then why have you been lying to me for the past, I don’t know, two months?” 
“You can’t keep accusing me of things, Y/N. It’s not fucking fair!” Sirius stared holes into Y/N’s back. “For fucks sake! Look at me when I talk to you!” 
Y/N whipped around, her hair fanning around her face as she spun. “You know what’s not fucking fair? Letting a girl feel you upright in front of me. Lying about going into work. Forgetting my birthday and coming home from who knows where drunk as fuck with lipstick smeared all over your neck. Coming home drenched in another girl’s perfume. Taking your fucking side chick to a strip bar while I’m sat at home wondering if you’re fucking dead because we’re in the middle of a fucking war! You don’t know the first thing about fucking unfair!” 
“You’re not going to France, Y/N.” His jaw was clenched and his eyes held nothing but fire. The tone of his voice was like nothing she had ever heard before, at least not directed at her. He usually reserved it for people who yelled nasty things at her from the street, or when someone bad mouthed James. It felt foreign to hear him use it with her. Maybe she didn’t know him as well as she thought she did. “You’re not fucking going, and that’s final.” 
“What are you? My fucking mother? I’m going because I’m actually doing something good for the world, unlike your cheating ass.” Y/N pushed her way past her boyfriend and towards her luggage. 
“Don’t walk away from me!” Sirius followed her strides. He stopped and took a deep breath before continuing. “Y/N, darling, we need to talk about this-” His tone was notably softer than before as if he was trying to glue together shards of glass. 
“Talk about what, Sirius?! How you cheated on me and won’t even deny it? How you betrayed me in the worst way fucking possible? I’m not going to let you manipulate me into putting my career on the line to work out some issue you caused.” 
“What, so now I’m not important? You’re a fucking hypocrite!” 
“And how exactly am I a hypocrite, Sirius? You treat me like shit and whine that I’m done putting up with it? Gonna go cry to James about how you are so upset I wouldn’t hear you out after you cheat on me? Well, go the fuck ahead because James actually has a healthy relationship with a baby on the way. He won’t sympathize with you.” Y/N grabbed the handle of her suitcase and lifted her wand. “I’ll be back in a week and once we’ve had some time to cool off, we’ll talk about this like adults. I’ll see you soon.” 
Just as Y/N apperated out of the room, the kettle whistled and Sirius noticed Y/N left her half-eaten toast on the counter. 
~
It was near two in the morning when Y/N returned home from France the following week. The home was cold, dark, and vacant, and the entire appearance of the small flat had changed. In a week, Sirius had managed to completely trash the house. Even the smell of freshly baked goods was replaced with the sour smell of firewhisky and sex. 
Y/N ventured into the kitchen first, where she observed the large stack of dishes in the sink. Everything from to-go packages to their fine china (normal glass plates from the thrift) were stacked as high as the eye can see. Some were starting to mold and produce the most horrid smell. The stove housed the kettle where Y/N had left it, but this time it was cold and empty. Another pot that contained crusty spaghetti sat next to the kettle, and Y/N cringed at the thought of scrapping it out. She moved to the counter where her toast, now stale, sat. Y/N picked it up between two fingers and threw it into the bin. 
She carried on into the living room next. The couch cushions were tossed about the room and the small fur throw was draped across the back of the couch. The record player in the corner still held the Fleetwood Mac record Moony had chosen on her birthday as if it were a time capsule; Y/N couldn't help but reminisce about how happy she was with her friends that evening. Maybe that proved that she could be happy without Sirius in her life, or maybe it served as a constant reminder that he was woven into every aspect of it. 
Again, the room was covered with food wrappers and alcohol bottles. Y/N feared the liquid that remained in the bottles would leak and stain the carpet, so before moving on to the bedroom, she set each one upright. 
The bedroom was what Y/N feared the most; without her presence in the home, Sirius could have been intimate with an infinite amount of girls in her own bed. She shivered at the thought but pushed on and reached towards the icy doorknob. 
The room was the cleanest out of the entire flat, just various clothes scattered around the floor and a messy bed. Y/N wanted nothing more but to curl up under her warm covers and press her face into the chest of the man she loved most, but that was an impossible task. He didn’t love her anymore and that was something she had to deal with, she just wished she had savored the last time he held her. 
As Y/N explored further into the room, her feet found an article of clothing that neither Sirius nor Y/N owned. Bending at the hips to pick it up, Y/N held a red, lacy v neck bra in between her fingertips. Y/N fingered the material with teary eyes. Another step forward and her feet came into contact with the matching bottoms. Y/N laid the set out neatly on the bed and wallowed; it must have looked stunning on her. 
Y/N walked to the desk, where an ink well was left open and a half-written letter laid face up on the surface. She capped the ink with a wet chuckle. 
“You need to cap your ink, Sirius. If you don’t it’ll dry out. I won’t be there forever to do it for you.” Y/N said aloud, wiping her running nose. She picked up the letter against her better judgment and began to read. 
Prongs,
I know you’re mad at me, but please just hear me out. Vanessa is gorgeous, mate. She’s sweet and nice, but at the same time she's so witty and smart-mouthed. She even listens to Queen and the Weird Sisters!
She made me believe in love at first sight, JP. 
I’m going to marry her one day, mark my words!
The ink began to run as Y/N read and cried, making small blotches of black contrast against the stark white paper. Y/N placed it onto the table and gripped the edge to steady herself. Never in her 21 years on earth had she ever felt such pain, such sorrow. Her pains were usually cushioned by Sirius’ arms and sweet slurred language in the middle of the night, or by her friends’ loud cackles. But this time, this time was different; she was alone, completely and utterly alone. 
Y/N looked to the wall in order to ground herself; a small sliver of silver moonlight slashed against the wall, illuminating the otherwise dark room. Y/N traced the line with her eyes until she landed on the wooden coo-coo clock. 
The clock was one of Sirius’ most prized possessions; it was a gift from his Uncle Alphard that he received when he ran away from the Black family.  Alphard was one of the few Sirius still kept in contact with, and he was a big role model to Sirius when he grew up. Debatably, Alphard was the one who taught Sirius how to be a man. 
The present seemed lame on the surface, but that clock was one of Sirius’ favorite things when he was a child. Sirius had told stories of the long afternoons he would spend in front of the clock, waiting for the small, yellow bird to pop out of the top while Walburga and Orion fought in the background. Y/N respected Alphard with all of her being, but she wanted nothing more than to smash that godforsaken clock. She wanted to destroy everything that made Sirius happy, she wanted him to be under the same pain he was putting her through.
Y/N knew what she had to do at that very moment: she had to get out of London and move far, far away. So far away that no one would ever find her. So, she grabbed the extra suitcases in the flat and began to pack her things. 
Starting at the record corner, she picked every single one of her belongings and shoved them into her suitcase. Y/N had to shrink a few of her belongings, such as the couch, in order to fit, but in a little less than an hour, every hint of Y/N was packed away in three large suitcases. 
Y/N gave one last look at the apartment before apparating to Paris, where she knew she could start a better, more meaningful life. Maybe, she could even find a fresh bakery to supply her with warm loaves of sourdough bread. 
When Sirius returned to the flat the following morning, the only remaining aspects of Y/N were a striped scarf and two galleons folded neatly on the bed next to Vanessa’s lingerie. 
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wakatoshine · 3 years
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forever girl (atsumu x reader drabble)
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summary: over the years you have been in a relationship with miya atsumu, you have noticed almost all of his little habits. one of them being choosing a new show every month to be entirely obsessed with. this month’s pick? avatar the last airbender. (fluff ~600 prob)
“come on babe, just one more!” atsumu whined, running his hands through your hair.
you look up at the man (or toddler, as you should say) and playfully roll your eyes.
“it’s two in the morning and i have class tomorrow,” you say, trying to stand from your spot on the couch.
your attempt to stand was futile, and you find yourself getting tugged right back into atsumu’s arms.
“yer not going anywhere y/n,” atsumu coos, nuzzling his head into your shoulder.
you sigh and hide a smile from your ever doting boyfriend. you ultimately gave into his pleas, not being able to ignore your massive soft spot for the blonde.
“one more tsumu, but that’s it okay! no more.” you say sternly, only turning back to face the TV after you see him nod in response to you.
about five minutes into the episode you feel atsumu’s lips press up against the back of your head.
“yes tsumu?” you say, looking up into his brown eyes. you know by now that atsumu tends to get physically affectionate when he wants attention.
“do you think we’re like aang and katara?” he asks.
you laugh. atsumu pouts. sometimes it really does feel like you’re dating a twelve year old.
“tsumu i’m not gonna lie to ya. i definitely like the idea of zuko and katara together, but i’ll be yer katara.” you answer, leaning back into his chest.
atsumu gasps, “how could you ship zutara when kataang is right there!”
“i’m not gonna argue about this with you again tsumu. i know you’ll never accept it,” you tease, poking his nose.
atsumu pushes you away and you pretend to be offended.
“admit that kataang is the better ship or yer not getting kisses for a week,” he says, crossing his arms.
you laugh at him. you know that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from kissing you for a whole week. atsumu’s love language was definitely physical touch. the two of you could be found cuddling or holding hands more often than not.
“you know ya can’t hold yerself back from kissin me for a week tsumu, don’t kid yerself.” you tease.
atsumu scowls before pulling you back onto his lap and kissing your cheeks. there. point proven, you think to yourself with a smug smile.
“i cant believe my own girlfriend ships zutara. i feel so betrayed,” he complains.
“no need to be so pressed about it,” you say and proceed to kiss him on the nose.
the two of you share a smile before atsumu pulls you in for a gentle kiss. your hands lace behind his neck and you feel your whole body gradually relax into his touch.
it really was the little moments, like this one, that made you feel most grateful to have miya atsumu in your life.
“you know why i wanted ya to be the katara to my aang?” atsumu asks you after he pulls away.
“why?” you ask, tilting your head back to meet his eyes.
“‘cuz baby yer my forever girl,” atsumu says with a smirk.
you snort and half heartedly punch his arm.
“did ya really initiate an argument to use a fictional child’s pick-up line?” you say, poking his flushed cheeks.
“and so what if i did?” atsumu snaps back, “it was a good line.”
you snuggle up closer to him, “i think yer just mad that a twelve year old has better game than you.”
atsumu gasps, “i’m gonna break up with ya right here and now.”
you snicker, “what happened to me bein yer forever girl?”
atsumu shakes his head, but the sheer amount of adoration in his eyes as he looks at you gives him away. you know he’s not really mad at you.
“if ya really wanna be a fictional couple, i’ll be the zhu li to yer varrick,” you say with a smile, “zhu li’s much more badass.”
“i’ll settle for varrick. he’s no avatar but at least they get married at the end,” atsumu says while squeezing you tightly.
you give him another kiss on the cheek (the fifth one of the night? you weren’t too sure at this point).
“is this yer way of proposin’” you ask atsumu jokingly, enjoying the way he immediately gets completely flushed.
“woah woah woah y/n slow down there, we’re still young,” he stutters out.
“i know tsumu, i was just kiddin!” you pause, “but now that i think about it, i’ll be yer forever girl.”
atsumu flashes you a bright smile, the same smile that you fell in love with all those years ago back at inarizaki.
“this is why i love ya so much, y/n” atsumu says, “ya always give in eventually,” he adds a wink to the last part, not missing the innuendo.
you shove him gently and he only laughs.
“i love ya too,” you say, “even though yer the biggest dork i know,”
just a short one for today! i’ll get back to updating kita soon, but this headcanon came to my head today and it was too much to ignore!
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moondustaeil · 3 years
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If your moots (or blogs you want to be mutuals with) were fanfics, what would they be? I personally think you'd be a 'royalty au, protective brother king!Kun × princess/prince!reader × suitor!Sangyeon' fanfic! 📚
You just seem very mature and put-together to me.
hihi, my love!! This was so nice to do even if it took a long time, I loved it so thank you. Also thank you for saying what fic I would be, I wish I could live in that fic 🥺💙
If you’re not in here, I’m so sorry, I’ll still add you if you want or next time someone asks me this, I’ll add you!
you can find the fics and moots under the cut! I didn’t go in any particular order, just who popped in my mind at what moment and émi last bc she’s my world yes. This is way longer than expected
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@sunhyuck
Au: soulmates 
Pairing: wanderer!Haechan x Kei 
Backstory: ever since Donghyuck accidentally met eyes with a stranger on the street, he is greeted with sunflowers scattered along his path. Young sunflowers dance under the sun, turning to the source of warmth and light. Just like the sun is all you've been gazing at ever since you walked on the same path as your soulmate. 
Why: because I truly think of Kei as one of the people I'll always go to and when thinking about soulmates, I think of people who find each other and accept each other despite different lives. That I will connect to the weird variety of subjects we talked about. I love you, my angel (if you're reading this). 
@neo-cult-ure 
Au: demonic entities , haunted house , roommates 
Pairing: composer!Taeyong x journalist!Ley 
Backstory: Taeyong has been shouting over his music to you for over half a year, almost begging you to dedicate a column to him and his music. When his equipment starts picking up the strange noises coming from the house, it becomes clear that the clock hasn't been stopping at 3:19am for nothing. With Taeyong discovering the entity living among you, you decide to dedicate the article to Taeyong and your invisible roommate. 
Why: do I even need to explain, this queen owns horror and the horror concept. She's the one I'll bow to because I owe her a lot and she's freaking talented.
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@ceruleanskies 
Au: secret relationship 
Pairing: soloist!Yuta x stylist!Kai 
Backstory: ever since Yuta appeared on the red carpet with a short haircut, fans hunt for the person that made the decision to get rid of his mullet. All fingers point towards you, stylist of Nakamoto Yuta, from each finger a new opinion flows into your ears: too short, not the right colour, better looking with the mullet. Though one finger shoots the arrow right in the heart "they're dating." 
Why: because I truly adore Kai even though I'm way too scared to actually tell, I don't want to mess up and make her think that I'm some kind of weird person. In my eyes, she sparkles through my screen. 
@neonun-au 
Au: dating app 
Pairing: photographer!Johnny x Mads 
Backstory: just like he with a button alters between the different pictures on his camera, Johnny alters between the different profiles, swiping them in his desired direction. That's how you strand in his life and mostly his camera roll: the pictures he takes, one by one, capture you. 
Why: because even though we don't know each other well, I truly want to capture her in my memory and think about the smiles I had on my face when reading her messages. 
@flowerhyucky 
Au: arranged by fate (you can call this soulmates but I'm calling this arranged by fate)  
Pairing: Hendery x Ana 
Backstory: one day, the flowering plant amaranthus caudatus settles itself in the middle of an empty field. Another day, someone else's birth flower is planted next to the amaranthus caudatus. The young miracles of nature grow just as their owners do, however, they don't bloom until the love between you and Hendery starts to bloom. 
Why: I really like Ana and her URL actually inspired the story, I could write so many adorable aus to fit her but nothing would compare. I truly like her vibes and her personality is so beautiful, like wow. 
@smileyjaeminies 
Au: university , writer 
Pairing: writing student!Jaemin x student!Alex 
Backstory: exam season is closer than expected for you, with only a few days to go until you scribble your knowledge down on the exam sheet and a week to go until you need to hand in your paper. However, someone is willing you help you with that paper. Na Jaemin, student and writer who seems to have more control over his life than the earth has over global warming. As the word document increases in pages, so does your liking towards the young writer. 
Why: I met Alex thanks to thesunnyshow that we're both co-admins of, and it immediately felt as if we were friends. Alex helped me through the screen when I fell off my bike (yes haha, a 21-year-old one took the wrong brake) and I try to make it work when she's busy with uni but we have a shift. So I think we're a great team and that's why I picked this au. 
@fruityutas 
Au: broken relationship 
Pairing: Taeil x Emily 
Backstory: "Can I go on?" Taeil asks himself every morning, gazing upon your sheet-covering body as you drown in the world of sleep. The wind howls outside the window, and Taeil wishes the wind would push you towards him, but the soft blowing only pulls you further away from him. You feel a soft breath against your neck, the soft lips murmuring "without you, there's no way." 
Why: I don't know why I chose this particular plot, maybe it was because I was listening to a song and based it on that. Initially, I wanted to go for a cheerful and happy plot that reminded me of her URL, but I ended up with angst. I remember we had this talk about angst and went from that. Also, I adore her so much, I probably expressed that once in a gc already but I'm saying it again. 
@afishcalledfatin 
Au: friends to lovers
Pairing: Jungwoo x Fatin 
Backstory: for as long as you can remember, you've been friends with Kim Jungwoo. In your childhood and teenage years, the term BFFs would be engraved in each object you gave to each other, but now that you two are adults, life is different. You want to give him the world because he deserves everything, he wants to give you love because his heart is longing for yours. 
Why: because she feels like a friend that I've had for years, we don't always talk but when we do, it just feels like we've been friends since forever. I love that a lot about her and I love how easy she is to approach and talk to, she's a true darling. 
@heartyyjeno 
Au: strangers to lovers 
Pairing: Sungchan x Alesha 
Backstory: trainee life is tough for Sungchan, even thinking about having to walk for over half an hour to get to the dance studio is something Sungchan stopped looking forward to. However, he meets you on his way, walking along the same path to get to a different location. One step a day with you along his side is all it takes for him to look forward to it again, to walking with you and getting to know you better. 
Why: because Alesha is a great friend and we, unfortunately, don't talk as much as we used to, but that doesn't take away I'm always there for her and she's always there for me. Sungchan's walk resembles the many different talks that we had together and not all of them were fun, but we walked the path together.
@jimjamjaemin 
Au: youtuber , vlogger 
Pairing: vlogger!Mark x vlogger!Mona 
Backstory: Mark and you have been a couple for over a year, with the growing interest in your relationship, you and Mark start a YouTube channel. From a look in the life to fun challenges, you and Mark take over the crown of cute YouTube couples. 
Why: Mona and i didn't meet in the best situation, we started to talk when there was quite some drama in the fandom. But I love Mona and the thing she made me for my birthday reminded me of an editor which led me to a youtuber au!
@chaoticdeobi 
Au: bakery/coffee shop (bc how can I not, she kicked me out of the coffee queue) 
Pairing: soft-spoken!New x coffee shop owner!Bea 
Backstory: the coffee quote that hangs inside your coffee shop, is something that Chanhee cites every day. With a soft voice, he orders his coffee and then flashes you his smile when you proceed to tell him that the cookie is on the house. As you bring the coffee to his table, the last minute of your shift ticks by, and when you sit with him, you start your shift as girlfriend. 
Why: I literally love love love Bea, sometimes she reminds me of a soft-spoken person and other times she reminds me of a chaotic deobi. I still laugh to myself thinking about our talks, thinking about having fun together. We don't get to talk as much as I'd like, but when we do, I wish we could talk forever. 
@juyeonzz
Au: criminal , badass , something chique  
Pairing: criminal!Jacob x partner in crime!Qiu
Backstory: pointing the gun at his future victim, Jacob awaits your return. You explore the house: tugging at knobs of money-filled drawers, opening jewellery-clad treasures. But you are looking for the key to Jacob's heart, a golden key dusted with scratches, poisoned with old blood from when someone else locked his heart and pulled the key out harshly. 
Why: because Qiu really gives me chique and sad vibes, when I think about her, I think about a longing feeling described with poetic words. Qiu wasn't my first mutual but if I need to mention my first mutuals, there's a big chance I'll include her because it feels like she was one of the first people I got close to. 
@atbzkingdom
Au: dream 
Pairing: Haknyeon x Dee
Backstory: if Haknyeon were to have one more day on this earth, how would be spend it? He would make a timetable of which you are the only returning factor, because he would like to drown himself in time with you. Twenty-four hours in which he is the sun that illuminates each part of the world, the world that is you, rotating until the sun is replaced by the moon. 
Why: I don't know Dee that well because we haven't talked overly much, but whenever I think about her, I think about references with the earth, sun and moon or natural things. She's just a sweet person, and it seems really natural to talk to her! 
@127-mile
Au: muse , painting 
Pairings: Ten x Émi (but there's also Renjun in here)
Backstory: from the brush that Renjun manoeuvres, droplets of paint colour the blank canvas in a self-made story. Ten, the master that learned Renjun how to portray his muse, is now standing next to Émi, the young woman returning in each painting of Ten. Never had they stood next to each other: artist and muse. Never had they consciously smiled at each other. Never had they been real. Until now. Immortalised on the canvas, Ten hugs his Émi, they might both be droplets of paint with a shadow, but behind the canvas Renjun bids farewell to his last painting. His tear streaks the painting, blurring the line between reverie and reality 
Why: because Émi and Renjun are both my muses in life and writing, creatively but also in daily things. I proclaim my love for Émi a lot but that never takes away how genuine it is, because I genuinely love her and sometimes it seems so surreal that she's in my life. Sometimes I'm afraid that she's a dot, a droplet of paint that will fade by time until I have no more remains of her. But however long we have left, I will cherish and love her each day just like she loves Ten (isn't that a sad love story, I literally cried for like five minutes after this 😂)
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annemiek19 · 4 years
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Stay with me - John B
A/N the first John B imagine I wrote and I hope you like it. Let me know if you want a part two!
Summary
You and your boyfriend John B finally tell your friends that you have been secretly dating, but the nights turns into a nightmare.
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“Please, John B. Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes. You’re okay to be fine, okay? You’re going to be fine,” you cry as you hold him close to you. 
It was a normal day. Nothing unusual happened, yet. You had spend the day at the beach with your best friend Sarah Cameron. You convinced her to go to the cut, because the waves were better there. You said you were going to surf, but all you cared about was John B. You had a crush on him for so long and since two months, you have been dating in secret. His friends wouldn’t want him to be with a kook and your friends didn’t want to see you with a pogue. You were surfing along with him, acting like it was a coincidence. You both had so much fun. 
“Shouldn’t we tell them?” John B asked when you two were both sitting on your board. 
“I’ll talk to Sarah first. If she freaks out, everyone will. But we’re still on for tonight, right?”
“Oh hell yeah we are. I’ve been looking forward to this since you agreed to come.” You started to laugh. John B and JJ decided to throw a part tonight and he invited you. You haven’t told anyone that you would go. You want to be there with him. You wanted to spend a night not in secrecy. 
“But, you can tell your friends,” you smile at him.
“Really?” You nodded your head. 
“I want people to know we’re a couple. I want to be seen with you in public. I want to hold your hand, kiss you whenever I want.” You looked down at your board, feeling said that you couldn’t do that right now. 
“I can’t wait the day that will happen.” You acted on your impulse. None of your friends where here, beside Sarah, but she would understand. You swam to John B and climbed on his board, holding yours close.
“What are you doing? People can see us.”
“I don’t care,” you said with a smile and kissed him. He smiled against your lips and kissed you back. You felt your board drifting away from you, so you pulled back. 
“I think I’ll see you at the party,” you smile at him. 
“You’re leaving?”
“I can’t have Sarah waiting too long. I’ll see you tonight.” You kissed him on the cheek once again and then paddled your way back to the beach. Sarah was looking at you in shock when you arrived. 
“You and John B?” she asked. 
“Yeah,” you smiled. The secret is finally out. You can now kiss him whenever you want, hold his hand while being out on the streets. 
“I knew something was going on! You have been sneaking around and I knew it was about a boy!” You laughed, relieved how good she took this. Your parents on the other hand, weren’t going to react so happy. 
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You sat down next to her. 
“Not sure how you were going to take it. Besides, we wanted to figure out ourselves what was going on between us. His friends doesn’t even know. You’re literally the first person who knows about us.”
“Damn girl. Never imagined you going with pogue.” You rolled your eyes. You had started to hate that word even more since you fell in love with John B. 
“So at midsummers, it was John B you kissed?” You felt the blush rose to your cheeks. 
“Yeah.” You looked to the water and saw how John was catching the biggest wave of today. You smiled at the sight of him. He looks so good. 
“Let’s go home,” you say and started to pack your stuff. 
“What? Why? We just got here!” 
“I want to go back to the airconditioning,” you lied. 
“Fine. It is hot here.” You both packed your stuff and headed back home. 
When you got home, you turned to Sarah. 
“Can you cover for me tonight? I told my parents I’m spending the night with you,” you told her as you got the last stuff out of her car. 
“You’re going to John B?” 
You smiled and nod your head. “Yeah, we have been planning it for a while now.”
“Sure. Don’t do things I wouldn’t do.”
“I won’t,” you said laughing. You said goodbye to your friend and walked into the house. You put all your stuff away and took a shower. You couldn’t help but think about tonight. You were going to have the best night. You’re finally going to meet his friends. You can kiss there, hold hands. You can be together in public. 
After your shower, you started to get dressed, nothing too fancy since your parents thought you were going to Sarah. You backed a backpack with a sweater, a legging, a toothbrush and everything else you need for a sleepover. You’ve never spend the night at John B’s, so you were kind of nervous. You have no idea what to expect. 
Once it was time to go, you walked downstairs. You expected your parents to be there, but they weren’t home yet. You quickly wrote a note for them and went to the garage to get your car. Just as you got in, your parents pulled up. You quickly greeted them for driving off. You found your way to John B’s place and parked the car in front of he chateau. John B came rushing outside with the biggest smile on his face. You got out of your car and walked over to your boyfriend. 
“Hi,” you smiled at him.
“Hi,” he smiled back before pressing a kiss on your lips. You smiled and pulled back. It’s nice to not hide things anymore. 
“How did Sarah took it?” John B asked. 
“Pretty good. She had a feeling something had been going one with all the sneaking out. What about your friends?”
“They’re right inside.” John B grabbed your hand and you both walked in. All the heads in the room turned towards you two. 
“Pogues, meet my girlfriend Y/N. Y/N, these are my friends. JJ, Pope and Kie,” John B introduced you to his friends. You already knew Kiara. You had shared a few classes with her at school.
“Hey,” you said. 
“Finally another girl and one I like.” Kie got up from the couch and gave you a hug. You both laughed when you say the confused face of John B. 
“You two know each other?” He asks. 
“We’ve had some classes at school,” Kie explained. 
“Nice.” You looked at JJ and Pope, who were still sitting on the couch. 
“A kook huh?” JJ asked. 
“JJ, please. She’s not a kook like Topper or Rafe,” John B defended you. 
“We’ll see,”he said, but smiled at you. 
“But, the party? Is everything ready?” Pope asked to change the subject. 
“Jup! Everything is set up in the van.” 
“Then let’s go! The sun has already start too set,” JJ said. He jumped off the couch. John B took your backpack from you and put it in his bedroom. He grabbed your hand as you walked to the van, both having the biggest smile on your face. 
“Please, don’t be this gross all the time,” JJ complained at the sight of you. You both started to laugh. 
“Just give it a few days, maybe weeks,” John B said. He planted a kiss and got behind the wheel. You took place at the passengers seat. Driving to the place for the party, as the boys called it, you sang along with the songs on the radio. 
You helped the boys getting out everything off the van and help set everything up. Once everything was ready to get going, people started to arrived. Mostly tourists and pogues, but it was fun. You hang out with John B and his friends, who were pretty fun to be around. You laughed so heard your stomach hurts. But then everything changed. Topper, Rafe and their buddies arrived and the mood was killed. You know John B didn’t like them. But the way he suddenly acted made you realized that it wasn’t the not liking part, he hated the guys and so did JJ. He teased the guys, which led to an almost fight. John B jumped in between them and you felt you stopped breathing for a second. You had never seen anyone get into a fight, so to see your boyfriend jump in an almost fight was enough to give you a heart attack. When Topper and Rafe noticed you, all hell broke lose. 
“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?” Rafe asked sitting down beside you. You stood up and took a step away from him. 
“Just hanging out with my friends and boyfriend,” you said when you felt John B standing behind you. 
“Boyfriend? Your boyfriend is a pogue?” He asked and you could hear the disgust in his voice. 
“Yeah, he is. and you’re going to leave us alone. It’s none of your business.”
“Now it is, cousin,” Topper said. You rolled your eyes at him. 
“We’re what, second cousins or something? You’re not my family and you’re not going to tell anyone or you get to deal with me,” you threatened the boys. They all started to laugh. 
“What are you going to do? Tell your daddy?” Rafe teased. 
“Dude, you probably shouldn’t,” Topper said to his friend. He knew what you could do, because he had felt it before. You walked up to Rafe. 
“You don’t want to mess with me Cameron, so listen to your friend and go the hell away,” you say. He laughed, but let himself get dragged away by Topper. 
“Damn Y/N is a badass,” JJ yelled and hold up his hand your a high five, you laughed and high fived him. John B started laughing and kissed you. 
Everything after that, went in slow motion. The first thing you hear was the shot. Your mind registered it slowly, not sure what it was. You felt it flying through the air. You looked at Rafe in shock. He had a gun and he fired it. 
“What the hell!” you yelled at him, ready to beat him up, but JJ pulled you back. 
“He has a gun,” he said in your ear. 
“That’s what you get for dating a pogue,” Rafe said and walked away. The next thing you heard was a scream. It is one that goes through marrow and bone. You turned around and saw the effect of the bullet. John B looked at you, with his eyes wide. Your eyes traced down to his abdomen, where there was now a lot of blood. 
“Oh my god,” you whispered. You stood frozen in your place. This was all your fault. If you hadn’t bene here, then this wouldn’t have happened. John B would be fine. How in the hell did Rafe even get a gun?
“Pope, get help! Now!” You heard JJ yell. How could he be so cool? How could he know what to do? You looked at your boyfriend who was now laying on the ground. JJ has taken of his shirt and pressed it against the wound. You looked at Kie, the tears streaming down her face. Then you heard him say your name. You don’t know how, but it got your body to move. You rushed over to him. You looked over to him while the tears now made it down your cheeks. 
“You’re going to be fine,” you said to him. “JJ has the bleeding under control and Pope is getting help, you’re going to be fine,” you said. You looked at JJ and saw that he didn’t had the bleeding under control. 
John B grabbed your hand. “I’m going to fine either way. I love you, Y/N. So much. These past couple of months have mean the most to me.”
“No, don’t you dare to say goodbye. You’re going to be fine,” you now said crying. 
“I love you,” he whispered. You looked at him and saw how he drifted away. 
“No! John B! Keep your eyes open. Please stay with me. Don’t leave me. Open your eyes, John! Open your eyes. I love you. Stay with me, please.” You pressed your head against his while the tears were streaming down your face. “Please, John B. Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes. You’re okay to be fine, okay? You’re going to be fine,” you cry as you hold him close to you. You two were so happy today and the day has ended in a nightmare. How is this even possible? Why did Rafe do this? Why John B? Why him?
“I love you so much,” you whispered and kissed him one last time. 
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If you're still taking prompts maybe college Peter who has a newborn (up to you how that happened) no one but his close friends know about and one day he has to take him to class for some reason and the baby won't stop crying and Flash is being a dick and people are getting annoyed but professor Tony just asks if he can hold him for him and does so for the rest of the lecture and the baby chills out (an extra if you're into more peter whump maybe he's very much struggling to deal on his own?)
do the thing - send in all the prompts. 
I really liked this one - I saw the original video of this idea and it was real heart warming. 
warnings: underage drinking, minor character death
word count: ~3k
Peter never imagined a singular night of stupidity would change his life forever. Right before winter break of his senior year, Peter had the sudden epiphany that girls were not for him. He and Ned were looking at a The Rise of Skywalker magazine – a typical Saturday night for the two of them. Ned went on and on about how hot Daisy Ridley was, how her badass temperament made her even sexier – but Peter couldn’t take his eyes off the shots of Ben Skywalker. It wasn’t until Ned shoved his shoulder into his side that Peter noticed his own radio silence.
Though he pretended to shake it off for Ned’s sake, his mind kept playing on that fact over and over again. A part of him always wondered why he never got that excited about the dirty magazines the guys would pass around the locker room – or why dates with girls never ended up working out quite right. Some of his best friends were girls that he thought might make the perfect girlfriend, when in fact, they were the perfect friend, instead. It didn’t bother him so much as surprise him – the thought never crossed his mind before, but now – it was the only thing he could think about.
When Ned brought up a party MJ mentioned at lunch earlier, Peter jumped on the chance – it seemed like the perfect place to test out his new theory. Maybe if he just gave himself a chance to like a girl – it would all work out. 
That was his first mistake. 
The next occurred when he let Ned put cup after cup of whatever he found on the drink table in his hand. The last time Peter attempted to drink, he passed out with his pants down in the middle of MJ’s bathroom – upon reflection, he hoped that would have kept him from repeating the same disastrous action.
It seemed he had not had enough punishment for his stupidity – only this time, the result was not incriminating pictures and laughed away stories.
Waking up the next morning, Peter groaned as the world spun around him when he sat up. Blurry eyes took in the room around him and immediately felt panic. The soft violet on the walls was not the normal drab white of Ned’s bedroom, and the comforter pulled over his hips was certainly not the Batman one that his best friend kept spread across his bed. And the person next to him most certain was not Ned. In fact, he couldn’t even remember who the hell it actually was.
He slipped out of bed as quietly as he could, his head still spinning slightly. His naked body clued him in on what exactly went down last night, though no memories of it were able to surface. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand the whirlwind of clothes on the floor and the odd soreness in the small of his back to understand what took place. Stepping into his clothes, Peter pulled out the little notebook he kept in his jeans pocket and tore out a page – his half-drunk brain barely able to translate a legible note.
In leaving his number, he never assumed the girl would actually get back to him. He couldn’t even remember her name – he still didn’t recall what happened that night. That’s why it was a total shock when she called, her voice a little shaky as she read his own note to him – each word one he remembered putting down on the paper. He clenched his jaw a little and stayed on the phone, the girl he now knew as Stacy had something to tell him. And man did he regret not hanging up the damn phone.
All of his plans to leave and head to MIT were put on hold the second he found out he was going to be a father. He felt May’s heart break across the room later that night when he told her the news. She wanted him to get out of here and do bigger and better things just as much as Peter did – probably even more so, if he thought a little bit about it. 
The hug she gave him felt a little bittersweet. They cried together and then stood back up and made a plan. There were a lot of things that needed to happen before a new little person could take up residence in their small apartment.
It turned out that Stacy was a couple of years older than him and trying to navigate her way through NYU classes. She was a nice person and wouldn’t be too bad of a person to raise a child with. Peter told her up front that their time together was a mistake – that even after finding out about their soon-to-be son, he still didn’t think there’d be a chance for them. 
It felt good to jump that hurdle before things got too complicated when the kid did actually come around. She seemed perfectly happy to share the parenting duties – it didn’t hurt that she fit in pretty nicely with May, either; the girls were always whispering about this thing or that whenever he and Stacy got together to go to appointments.
Seeing his baby’s face on the monitor every time they went in for a check up kept things in perspective for him. When May had to check him out of classes to make appointments, his stomach rolled a little – there were so many opportunities he was missing, and the kid wasn’t even there yet. 
The heartbeat and promise of little hands that would wrap around his made it all worth it, though. He never thought about being a dad, there wasn’t time in a 17-year-old’s life for that. With it now on his doorstep, Peter’s brain wouldn’t shut down and think about anything else.
There was so much anxiety built up around whether he could be a good dad with very little resources and a singular aunt that would support him through anything, but had a life of her own to live, too. His deferment of his MIT acceptance chipped at the resolve he tried to build each day the arrival of his son got more and more near. Peter let himself be happy with the fact that he could still go to college at all. NYU was better than nothing.
When Atlas came around, it was with a mixture of joy and sadness. Right after holding him for the first time, Stacy simply dropped back against the hospital bed, her eyes shutting uselessly. Peter looked around with the newborn baby still in his arms, the beeping of machines and rush of people in the room making the boy wail – the stimulus almost too much for Peter himself. It never occurred to him that one moment would be the last time he or Atlas saw her. In one fell swoop, Peter became a father and sole provider to the tiniest human he’d ever seen.
The transition wasn’t very easy, either. There weren’t romantic feelings between him and Stacy, but she was the mother to his child, the person he’d come to know pretty well over the past 9 months. An aneurism seemed silly in a 19-year-old girl – yet, it took her all the same. One of Atlas’s first days outside of the hospital was spent in the small cemetery her estranged uncle picked to bury her in. He declined Peter’s invitation to hold Atlas and got in his car the second the ceremony was over.
Just like that, Peter had a three-day-old and the impending start of college classes. He assumed sometime in the near future he needed to get a job, too – but he could only handle a couple of big things at a time. Getting the baby settled and into a routine seemed like the most important thing, so he focused on that. May helped the first couple of days – her chill nature a little frayed now that a screaming child kept them both awake at night.
Atlas was just shy of a week old when Peter started classes at NYU. 3 of the 4 he signed up to take were cookie cutter prerequisites and general education classes. The pick of the loot as a freshman was not very rich. He did manage to snag a Biophysics class, though – his AP credit getting him something a least.
The professor was a gorgeous man with a neat goatee and the softest eyes. He spoke with authority and the distinctness that came from being extremely knowledgeable about the thing he talked about frequently. Peter spent a lot of his time in Professor Tony’s class alternating between drooling over how stunning he was and daydreaming about how much fun they could have together – if the older man would appreciate being called daddy the same way Peter wanted so much to say it.
The most standout piece of Mr. Stark came from the kindness he treated all of his students with. Peter absentmindedly forgot to turn in the week’s homework and wrote an embarrassingly long and blathering message about this and that as an excuse – and if he could please, for the love of god, turn the damn thing in. Tony’s response was swift and gentle, the man allowing him a couple more days to get it in without deducting any points. When it happened again the second week, he pushed the deadline back for Peter and the rest of the class. In all the unluckiness, Peter was surprised to find such a caring person in the most unlikely of places.
The next week, Peter was shaken awake by May, a distraught look on her face. “I know that you have class today, but I can’t keep the baby. I got called into work. I’m sorry, Pete,” May said softly, her eyes trying to stay soft, to stay under control the same way she’d always been. Blinking, Peter sat up a little – the sleep clung to him tightly, the crustiness in the corner of his eye making it hard to keep his eyes open. Atlas still wasn’t sleeping very well and there’d been many hours of rocking the night before.
“Okay. I got him. Thanks, May,” Peter replied blearily, his hand moving up to brush at his eyes. It took another minute or two to come around, then Peter was out of bed and moving into the kitchen – his body putting together a bottle and some things into a bag on autopilot. 
He could probably change the baby’s diaper with his eyes closed now, too. Taking care of Atlas was all he’d done for weeks now, his classes the only thing that gave him sanctuary. Now, he didn’t even get to have that. Blowing out a breath, Peter got into the shower and got clean before Atlas was up and crankily crying out for him.
The idea of staying home didn’t hit him until about ten minutes into class when Atlas would not stop crying. The decision to take him came when he noticed that they were just a couple class periods away from the exam – he wasn’t sure how Tony tested and didn’t want to miss anything. 
Atlas didn’t make a peep their entire walk over and when he sat down, he figured that trend would continue. After twenty minutes of it and Flash Thompson turning around three times to tell him to shut his kid up, Peter started to get out of his seat. It’d been a stupid idea in the first place.
All of the sudden, Professor Stark was in his row, his hands out in front of him. “I’ll take him. Do you have a bottle? I can feed him and talk at the same time,” Tony said, his face split with a soft grin. The man stepped a little closer and crouched down, his fingers wiggling in front of Atlas’s face. “What’s his name, Pete?”
Not knowing what else to do and suddenly so very grateful for the man, Peter turned the boy’s carrier and happily handed Tony his son – the older man cradled him carefully and stood up. He looked good with a baby in his arms. Peter reached out to give him a bottle and their fingers touched – a delicate zing that Peter couldn’t ever remember feeling before shot up his arm and settled in his chest. “Come talk to me later.” He flashed Peter a smile and started back down the stairs to the front of the lecture hall.
He tried to pay attention, he really did – but it was hard to focus when Tony was holding Atlas so delicately and swaying back and forth to mock a rocking motion. True to his word, the man continued to lecture – the normal talking with his hands transferred to his face, instead. His eyebrows hiked up his forehead and quirked to run a severe line between them while he spoke – the entire experience of it a little bit overwhelming. 
Atlas finished the bottle a little bit into the more intense parts of the lecture – Tony simply put him against his chest and started to burp him while he described the math problem they were currently looking at on the projector.
The whole thing was too much and not nearly enough all at one time. It felt like a tease, seeing just how good the gorgeous man could be with someone so precious to him. The part of Peter that yearned for help like that made him want to cry – his eyes watering a few times throughout the rest of the lecture. 
Flash looked back once when Peter was wiping at his eye and called him a pussy – the word not having nearly as much bite as it would have before Atlas came around. He was a father with a lot of shit on his plate – and far from the type of person that would run away from his problems.
For the rest of the lecture, Peter kept his eyes on the sleeping baby in Tony’s arms – of course he would be quiet for a complete stranger. Though, Peter understood the ability to be comfortable in the older man’s presence, he felt that way himself. Getting up when Tony dismissed everyone, Peter climbed down the stairs and put the carrier by his feet, a hesitant smile on his face. “Professor Stark, you have no idea how sorry I am,” Peter started, his words immediately cut off by Tony’s hand raising.
“Don’t apologize. You needed some help, so I gave it to you. Besides, Atlas and I are pals. He didn’t throw up on me,” Tony remarked, his eyes pinching at the corners as a stunning smile slipped across his face. “He can’t be too old. How are you coping with classes and a newborn?”
Without really knowing what was happening, Peter started to cry – the question making all of the thoughts he’d been holding back crash down over his head. He wasn’t coping – he did his best to survive and that was it. 
Peter loved the hell out of Atlas, but parenting was not for young people. There was a deeply engrained need to make sure other people did not make the same mistake he did – having a child was absolutely no fucking joke.
Peter felt an arm wrap around him, the smell of cedar wood and something he couldn’t quite place invading his senses. Atlas was still fast asleep in Tony’s arms – the baby’s feet pressing into him a little when the other pulled him close. There wasn’t enough energy in him to feel embarrassed – it felt good to be held, so he leaned into the comfort of Tony’s arms.
“It’s alright, Pete. Let me help you.” Tony muttered the words softly, his tone of voice just as much for Peter as it was for the small baby in his arms. “I can take care of the both of you.”
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fabuloustrash05 · 4 years
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Scars
(A Raphael x Mona Lisa oneshot)
Summary: After fighting some Purple Dragons, Mona Lisa returns an injured Raphael to the lair to heal his wounds. The couple soon gets to talking about their views, stories, and regrets on their own battle scars.
Words: 1909
Warnings: Swearing, discussion of injuries, and mention of trauma.
Author’s Note: I wrote this and published it on my Wattpad not that long ago, but I wanted to post it here too for the ones who don’t have a Wattpad :D I got more oneshot ideas I really want to write but right now, I’m gonna focus on Courting a Salamandrian. The next two chapters are looking great, I’m on schedule and I’m hoping chapter 5 will be ready hopefully in March or April. Anyways, enjoy!! XD
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"OWW! SON OF A BITCH!"
"I know it hurts but please be still," Mona says as she tends to Raphael’s wounds. "It's going to get infected if you don't let me properly clean it."
Raphael has always been known as the type to throw the first punch, living by the phrase, 'Fight first, ask questions later'. But this time it really backfired for him. He didn't expect the Purple Dragons to actually be a threat, but they have gotten tougher, recruited some new members that were bigger and stronger than him. A mission he and Mona thought would be quick and easy, turned out to be harder than the couple expected. Raph almost didn't make it out of there, but thankfully, Mona Lisa had his back. With her help, they were able to take a few Purple Dragons down and send them to jail while the others, to Raph's disappointment, got away.
Raphael was injured after that fight, covered in bruises and cuts. He was bleeding badly. He wanted to go after the criminals that got away, but Mona insisted that she should take him back to the lair, return him to his room to patch up his wounds before they got worse.
Raphael was already covered in bandages, thanks to Mona, with her knowledge of medical care from her time in the military. There was a large patch on Raphael's right cheek, bandages wrapped around his stomach and chest, and a few bandages and stitches on his legs and left arm. There was one final cut Mona had to tend to. A large and deep cut on his right arm.
Mona pulls out a bottle of alcohol and opens it. She gently pours a bit of it onto a small cloth, "I need to clean up this final one so this is going to sting again." Gently, she begins to place the cloth on Raphael's arm.
Raphael bites his lip, holding back his screams as his arm begins to burn from the alcohol on his open wound.
"I'm sorry," Mona says softly.
"Don't be," Raph says, grinding his teeth. "I've felt worse."
Mona begins wiping the wound. She looks at Raph, seeing him in distress. "You were brave out there today," she said, trying to cheer up her boyfriend.
He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, right. You're just saying that. I got my shell kicked today!"
"No, no. I mean it," she said, releasing the cloth from his arm. She grabbed some bandages from the first aid kit and continued by saying, "You fought with courage and stayed strong throughout the whole fight, like you always do." Mona smiles as she gives Raph a quick kiss on the cheek, then whispered in his ear, "and you looked so handsome the entire time."
Raph smiles, finally giving in to her complement, "Thanks, but you were great today, too. If it wasn't for you, I would have been a goner."
She smiles at him, flattered by his gratitude. Mona began to wrap up the injuries, "These cuts were deep," she said. "You're lucky that this is all they did to you. You'll be fine. They'll all heal in a few weeks, but this one will possibly leave a scar."
Raph shrugs, "I don't mind."
"How can you not mind?" she asked. "It’s going to be a permanent mark on your body."
"I just don't really see it as a bad thing." Raph answered, "My dad always told us that scars are helpful because they help you learn from your mistakes. Help you improve in the future or something like that."
"Hmm, that's not what I was taught," Mona says as she finishes wrapping Raph's arm. "On my planet, scars are seen as punishments for your mistakes and failures, not lessons. The more you have the more dishonor you bring to your name." 
Raphael looks at his girlfriend as she continued, "Yes, scars can help you learn but they're just rewards for your foolish mistakes."
Raph leans in to Mona, with their noses so close to touching. Raph smirks, "Are you saying what I did today was foolish?" he teased.
"Hmmm, maybe," she giggles.
Raph laughs.
"Well, if you don't mind me saying, that's kind of a depressing way to see it," he added.
Mona looks at Raphael confused.
"You know Mona," Raph says as he leans away from her, "scars don't have to be viewed in a negative light, I think they’re pretty cool."
"Pretty cool, how?"
"They can tell stories," Raph said as he smirked at Mona. "Besides, I think another scar just makes me look more badass."
She giggles, "I guess that's one way to look at it." Mona then examines Raph's shell with curiosity. She places her finger on the chip in Raphael's plastron. "What about that one?" she asked. "What's the story behind that one?"
Raph touches the chip in his shell, "Oh, that one. Nothing serious. I got it when I was still a baby. I don't really remember it vividly, though. Splinter said that it was from my reckless attitude as a kid. Apparently I fell down some stairs and the fall was so hard it cracked my shell... but for some reason I also remember something about a shopping cart..."
"It never bothers you?" she asked
"Not really," Raph answered "I mean, when I was a kid I was annoyed because my brothers used to tease me about it from time to time, but after a while I got over it and grew to love my scar. They’re a part of me. They make me who I am."
"Interesting. I would never be so positive about my scars."
"You have scars?" Raph asked surprised as he examined her body, not seeing a single mark on her.
"Yes, from my time in the military."
"How many?"
"Umm, I have... a few, but I'm not proud of any of them."
"It's okay, Mona." Raph says trying to cheer her up, "You don't have to look at them so negatively."
Mona sadly smiles, "Thank you, Raphael. But you are mistaken."
"Come on, there's nothing to feel bad about- Wait. W-what are you doing?!" Raph nearly falls off his bed from the sight of when he looks at Mona and realizes that she is beginning to lift up her shirt. Embarrassed to see her topless, Raph covers his eyes.
Mona turns her back to Raphael, exposing her bare skin. Raphael uncovers his eyes. To his surprise, the lieutenant's back was covered in multiple scars and battle marks, all of different shapes and sizes. Each one looks worse and more painful than the last. Raph's eyes widened in surprise.
"Each one is a memory from my time on the battlefield. They are all of my past mistakes, the painful reminders of my past," Mona says looking away from Raph.
"Oh my God..."
Raph gently places his hand on her back, feeling the scars in his palm. He couldn't imagine what she has been through, the torture and trauma from being at war. Raph couldn't control himself, and tears began to flow down his cheeks.
"Mona, I'm so sorry..." Raph said in a heartbroken voice. He examined her scars, each one hurting him by just looking at them, but one stood out from the rest. The scar that was on her lower back, right above her tail. It was dark and he could tell that whatever it was stabbed deep into her body. It even looked like at one point it was infected.
Raph gently rubs the injury, "W-what happened here?" he asked, unsure if he really wants to know the truth.
From where Raphael's hand was resting, Mona could tell which scar he was referring to. She stayed silent as her eyes began to water, refusing to look at Raphael.
That's when Raph realizes what the scar was from, or who it was from. Lord Dregg. The scopinoid stung her when she was trying to help Raph and his brothers escape from Lord Dregg's planet. The poison from the sting infected her, nearly killed her. Fugitoid was able to stop the poison from spreading, but he never told Raph that the injury resulted in this horrific scar.
"Mona... I-"
"You say I don't have to look at my scars negatively, but that's all I can do with them, especially with that one!" Mona says angrily as she puts back on her shirt and turns to Raph. "It's an external reminder of what I did to you! It is my punishment for the worst mistake of my life!" Tears began to run down Mona's cheeks.
"Mona, it wasn't your fault," Raph said trying to comfort her, "It was Dregg. He blackmailed you, forced you to do those things. You had no choice."
"But I still hurt you and your family!" she says as she continues to cry. "I-I was horrible to you... This is my punishment. I deserve this pain..."
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT!" Raph screamed as he grabbed her arms and looked her in the eyes. He began to cry, "I never want you to think you deserve punishment for something you had no control over! It kills me to know that you feel like you deserve to be hurt! If anyone should feel horrible, it's me! I let my anger get the better of me and if I had just forgiven you when you apologized then you wouldn't have gone off to fight Dregg. I should have been by your side to protect you. It's my fault... I should've been there..." Raph rests his head on Mona's chest as he continues to cry, "I-I was the one who gave you that scar..."
"Raphael... please don't say that..." Mona then hugged Raphael as she comforted him. They embraced as they cried.
The couple stayed silent for a few minutes as they continued to embrace, feeling safe and at peace in each others’ arms.
"I guess we both did things we regret, huh?" Mona Lisa whispered, still holding Raphael.
"Yeah... we did," Raph whispered back. "But look at us now. We made it through a lot and were still together."
The couple end their hug and look at each other. Their eyes are swollen and red. Sore. But those eyes gaze at each other lovingly. Smiling, they wipe their eyes.
Mona places her hand on her lower back, touching the scar, "Maybe it can have a different meaning?" she suggests.
Raphael takes both her hands and holds them in his. "The scar can be proof that no matter what life throws at us, in the end we will still be together. Our care, trust, and love for each other is strong."
"Proof that our love is strong," she smiles as Raph nods, "I like that."
At that moment, Raphael and Mona Lisa leaned toward each other and joined in a soft, tender kiss.
They both knew they'd made mistakes from the past. Mistakes that cannot be changed, but they know their past actions do not have to define them. They've learned from those mistakes. They would make sure not to repeat them.
As the kiss ends, Raph looks at his girlfriend lovingly as he caresses her cheek. "I promise I will never let anyone hurt you ever again," he whispers.
Mona smiles as she gently holds his hand that lays on her cheek and whispers, "As do I."
"I love you, Mona Lisa."
"I love you, too, Raphael."
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Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 08
Warning: ANGST. With capital letters. So much trauma, anger, crying and death you guys. It was so hard for me to write, it was emotionally challenging, so it might do the same to some of you by reading it. There's also swearing in it.
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Beetlejuice floated right through the wall between Rei's and Ari's room. He stretched his back with closed eyes and a huge smile, his bones cracking like dry branches in the wind.
- Oh babes you couldn't possibly imagine how happy I am right now! I heard a genuine scream coming my way! Ah man I haven't heard any of those in a decade, it sounded so... - Beetlejuice opened his eyes. The room was almost empty, only Sirius was inside. Couple of sewing patters were scattered on the floor, next to the already cut-out parts of a cornflower blue dress. BJ blinked at Ari's laptop; the podcast she was listening to has been stopped. - ...kinky. - he finished his sentence in a lowered voice.
He suddenly turned his head to the open window as he realized that a muffled voice came from outside. Sirius scuffled for a bit when he heard the noise and growled when Beetlejuice moved past him. The demon climbed out to the roof, following the noises. Ari was sitting at the farthest end, wrapped in an oversized dark green knitted cardigan. Beetlejuice almost called out to her, scolding her for disappearing when he had such great news but he stopped himself when he realized what the voices were. Ari was crying.
- Babes? - asked Beetlejuice, as he lowered his raspy voice. - What's going on? - Ari quickly turned to the demon's voice's direction. She had a used tissue in her hand. She quickly tried to cover her face with her hair but Beetlejuice saw what she was hiding. Her emerald eyes were all puffy and red, her nose was swollen and full-blooded too, and her lips looked like she didn't drink any water in a week. Her voice was cracking a bit as she started talking.
- Oh, it's nothing, Bug, just... - she beckoned with her hand. Beetlejuice heard as she tried to pull herself together. She let out a huge breath. - ...it's just my mental health issues. They're acting up again. - Beetlejuice stepped next to her as she cleared her throat. - Just gimme a sec, I'll be alright and you can tell me what you have done to my poor sister.
- Nonono, there's something wrong here. - he sat down next to Ari. Her legs were pulled close to her chest as she has enclasped them. She put her chin on her knees, showing as little of her face as she could. - You had a bad day last week when your anxiety was thriving. This is not like that. - Ari smiled lightly. Her wet eyelashes juddered, which made them glisten in the beams of moonlight.
- You really got to know me in the past couple weeks, didn't you?
- Yeah, that... and you also made me sit through 13 episodes of Therapy, which is an awful series by the way, so I'm basically a mind-scientist now. - Ari snorted while she let out a small, sad laugh. - So tell Doctor B, what's going on here, patient number one? - Ari let go of her knees and huffed out. She let her legs dangle off of the roof. She didn't look at Beetlejuice's direction, she just watched the darkness pass by under her feet.
- I... I got to know why do I hear you.
Beetlejuice scrowled and shook his head.
- I'm not following, please explain why does that makes you sad? I thought you wanted to know... - he stopped as Ari rubbed her temples and sighed. She kept her eyes closed while she was talking.
- B., of course I wanted to know! I wanna help, don't think otherwise, it's just... - she clenched her jaw, swallowed her saliva then continued. - The memories. They make me so goddamn angry and sad at the same time.
- I don't get it. - Beetlejuice sounded clueless. He didn't really know what she was talking about. As Ari clicked with her tongue, Beetlejuice moved closer to her and leaned even closer to her ear. His voice was as raspy as always, but he sounded much more sweet and kind. Almost gentle. - Maybe... Talking will help. I don't know, Dr. Phil says it does a lot. - Ari opened her eyes and breathed out. Her breath was jerky.
- The podcast I was listening to, you know, the one about the extraspecial demons, well... - Beetlejuice looked down at Ari's hands. She was sinking her nails into her fingertips. She must have been doing this for at least an hour, since some already left dark purple marks on her fingerpads. Beetlejuice put his hand over Ari's. The cold air made the girl shiver a bit but it also made her stop. - The show started with the hosts talking about how they invited a parapsychologist into the show so he could tell the audience interesting things about demons generally before they start to talk about the different types. So the guy said really interesting stuff, hands down, it really was good, but then he said that after a certain type of trauma, some people develop a weird... "ability". - she used her hands to emphasize the word then let them fall onto her lap again. She sighed. - Do you want to hear the long story of why do I hear you, or the short version? - Beetlejuice flinched his eyes.
- I prefer long and thick things so give it to me, baby. - Ari didn't react to his joke. She'd didn't even smile. She looked like she was was collecting her strength. After a couple minutes of silence, she finally started to speak.
- Bug, have you ever seen how my abdomen looks?
That was a sudden question.
- No? - he said in a kind of shy voice. He didn't wanna upset her more. She seemed just as miserable as furious. - You said no croptops until it's at least 30 °C... Why? - Ari breathed in and layed a bit back. She started to roll her olive t-shirt up on her belly.
Beetlejuice gasped and held his palm before his mouth. The tips of his hair started to turn into red and purple at the same time.
- Who... Who did that to you?!? - Beetlejuice held his hand above the three scars that Ari had on her abdomen. They were shapeless, with rigged edges and at least 5 centimeters long each.
- They've been with me since I was 17. - she sniffled a bit as she let her shirt down. She pulled one of her knees close to her chest again, and put her elbow up on it. - Don't worry, I already got used to them. I don't love them, but they're stuck with me so... - she sighed and look at Beetlejuice's direction. - You sure you wanna hear this story? I might cry. I might get furious and start screaming. You wouldn't like either.
- It's true that nothing is sexier than laughing and screaming of terror, but I'd surely get hard, seeing you deranged with anger. - Ari snorted at the demon's arousing voice. He actually just tried to cover up the fact that all he wanted was to kill whoever did that, and then hug the girl tight.
- Get ready for a love story that is basically horror at best... The kind where the hero still... Gets broken in the end. - she sighed and looked up at the stars. - This fucked up story starts half a year before I got my scars. I started dating a guy named... - she gulped and closed her eyes. - Matthias. - she opened her eyes with a sigh. - Gods, I hate to say his name out loud. It makes me wanna gag. It was a teenage love, I didn't see or didn't want to see his faults and I totally fell head over feet for him. You know what I'm talking about, right?
- Totally. - he had no clue.
- So you know, it was fun in the beginning. He was older than me, so nice and funny. He escorted me basically everywhere, and it just felt so good to be with him. - she sighed. - I thought that he was just worried when he told me I shouldn't go to a party with my friends cause "the world is filled with creeps", but later I realized that he was just simply possessive. - she sighed, sounding annoyed, and looked straight into the darkness of the night. - I started feeling anxious because of him when he started to tell me where could I go and what could I wear. "That's too showing, you can show that much skin only to me!" - she said in a mimicking voice. Then her face turned so dark so quickly. - He told me that if I wasn't acting nice, or behave, or do exactly as he says, that would make him look bad before his friends and a good girlfriend wouldn't want that. Shit, man, we've been together for 4 months only but I was so unstable because of him and massive bullying in school that I turned out to be an anxious wreck. - she clicked her tongue, got up and started to walk up and down, her bare feet tapping on the roof. - We went out one day, and during our "date" he repeatedly told me how I was not smart enough, pretty enough, ENOUGH, and he was with me just because no one else would want me. After he dropped me off at home, I started crying my heart out to my mom. - her eyes got teary again, but there was so much anger in her voice. - Gods she's such a wonderful woman. She taught me how to be brave, how to be strong enough to be myself. And at that moment she made me realize how I'm starting to lose my badass, weird but awesome self because of this stupid cabrón! - she kicked the air. Her breathing was so fast, and her body was radiating so much heat it could almost warm Beetlejuice up. She breathed out with a sigh. - Shit, I must look like a crazy person. Excuse me. I sometimes use spanish words when I'm experiencing a strong feeling. Multilingual things. Cabrón means...
- Pendejo, fucker, asshole, I know. - that sudden cut-in brought Ari down back to earth quickly. She knitted her eyebrows. - I had an argentinian girlfriend who taught me a bit spanish. I can cuss just perfectly. - he tried to sound calm. He really did. But oh boy he was not. The way the emotions changed on Ari's face made him remember some of his past traumas, and that made him feel a lot of different things at the same time. And he was also furious at this asshole of an ex.
Ari sat down again. She breathed out to calm herself down. After a minute of frozen silence, the demon started to talk.
- This whole thing is fucked up, you know. The whole being told what to do and where to go and how to look... - said Beetlejuice in a low manner. His raspy voice sounded... sad? He cleared his throat, even though, being dead, he didn't have to, it just felt good. - I'll totally regret this, but since we're doing this overly honest heartfelt shit that I normally hate, and I'm very much irritated by it, let me tell ya... - he looked at Ari as his hair turned more purple. - I can relate to you. My mother did the same shit to me. She made me feel worthless, a piece of shit that didn't deserve any love. - he sighed and looked up at the moon. He chuckled a bit, his voice went back from soft to normal quickly. - Dear God slash Satan, your emotional bullshit is contagious, Ari. I gotta stop hanging out with you.
Ari smiled lightly.
- You couldn't. You love chilling with me. - the demon scretched his stubbles and let out a tiny laugh.
- True. I'm hooked on that fine ass of yours. - Ari laughed a bit. She looked where Beetlejuice's voice came from previously, and held out her hands.
- You know, I wouldn't really feel it, it won't exactly be a real hug, but if you want to... - Beetlejuice didn't let this opportunity go, he basically jumped into Ari's embrace instantly. He almost fell over her body, and he couldn't really wrap his hands around her, but being this close felt so good. Ari's body radiated so much heat and hearing her heart pitter-patter inside her chest made him forget how she didn't even see him. They both smiled. - Thanks for telling me a bit about your origin story. I know it's hard to talk about these kind of shits.
Beetlejuice let Ari go and sit back a bit, still staying close to the girl. She let her hands down.
- I'm only this honest with you cause you told shit to me too. - the demon lowered his raspy voice. - But if you tell anyone about my problems, even though we are bffffs forever, I'll skewer you like a pig. Understood? - Ari swallowed and blinked nervously while nodding. Beetlejuice continued like he didn't say anything threatening. - Anyway, I still don't know why do you hear me. Are we getting there soon? - Ari nodded again and rubbed her cheek.
- Yeah, sure, buckle up for the worse part of the ride, buddy. - she cleared her throat. - When the next day I went over to his place to break up with him and to tell him that I belong to no one, and he doesn't have the right to tell me what to do, he hit me. He slapped me so hard that my cheek ripped up a bit. - she pulled her hair back a bit, revealing a tiny scar on her left cheekbone. - The next day he called me, told me that he's sorry and he didn't want to hurt me. I hang up on him quickly and got a new number the same day. I wanted him gone. But it didn't take him much time to get my new number. He called me a thousand times. But since I didn't answer, he started to follow me. Watching from the street while I was at school. Creeping around the studio I sang at. - she sniffled as her eyes started to get teary, but she quickly wiped them with the sleeve of her cardigan - You know, I called the cops. I told them everything. And they told me they couldn't do anything until he hurts me. - she chuckled in an annoyed way. She fuckin chuckled. - They didn't have to wait for that for so long.
- WHAT?! - shouted Beetlejuice which made Ari jump a bit. He jumped up in anger, the tips of his hair shining in bright red. - THOSE GUYS SHOULD TAKE CARE OF PEOPLE, NOT TELL THEM TO "GET FUCKIN HURT THEN WE'LL TALK"?!? - he squatted down next to Ari. - Let me guess, that son of a bitch ex of yours caused those fuckin scars?!?
-...yes... - said Ari with bated breath. Beetlejuice scraffed his fluffy hair and unshaven face. - I was walking home late from a rehearsal, mom was at work, and when I was already at our street, he stepped up to me out of nowhere, started to tell me how he's gonna change and after I pushed him, and told him to leave me alone since I fuckin hate him and I don't belong to him... He said that if I don't wanna belong to him, then I'll belong to no-one. And he... - tears started running down her cheeks. - Stabbed me. Again. And again.
- THIS... MOTHER FUCKER... - he bit his fist and started to babble. - I mean yeah sure I kinda get it I'm a bit possessive too, also creepy, but I'm pretty sure he could get an another hot goth chick and...
- HE KILLED ME, MAN! - screamed Ari into the abyss. Beetlejuice froze in his movement.
- W...What? - Ari sat still, hands covering her mouth. Beetlejuice squatted down next to her again. - Babes did I hear that right? - she shut her eyes and sighed. She let her hands go and stared down from the roof.
- Yes. - she said. Her voice was so weak. - A neighbor saw what happened and called the ambulance. I got rushed into hospital and... I went under surgery. They had to remove a part of my intestines asap... They got damaged from the stabs... And while I was knocked out... My heart decided to give up on me. And I died.
Beetlejuice sat down at the brim of the roof. He was shocked.
- I... suppose that's why you have a fixation with death? - he asked calmly. Ari shrugged and lifted her hands up.
- Partly... Other than the fact I was born on Halloween so it's basically in my blood... I think what really caused my obsession is that I remember every goddamn second of being dead. I remember seeing my body, covered in blood, and as I realized what was going on, I started panicking about how much more I wanted to do and how young I was to die. - she sighed with a light, not so real smile. She sounded so damaged. The demon could hear the pain in her voice. - 🎶And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.🎶 - she looked at Beetlejuice's direction after she wiped her tears off with a tissue. - I was dead for 4 minutes before they brought me back. More or less. Looks like that's why I hear you. Many folks who die and come back develop this... "ability" to see or hear creatures from other dimensions. My special power is to hear demons, as it turns out. - she looked at the demon's direction. - Good for you I winded up in this house.
- I'm so happy about that. I couldn't ask for a better breather partner in crime in my dreams. - Ari heard in his voice that he was smiling. Oh if she could see his lightpink hairtips too... - What happened after? - asked Beetlejuice. Ari lifted her eyebrows a bit. - I mean, I hope the fucker got what he deserved and someone killed him. - Ari bit his lips in frustration, and sighed.
- Not exactly... At least he didn't got what I think he would have deserved. - she stretched out her legs. - While I was in the hospital for 8 months, on full-time mental and physical therapy by the way, I filed a report against him and got him arrested. I was so relieved... Then I heard he only got 3 years. - she fumbled through her hair. - Seriously, he fuckin put someone in intensive care for months and all he got was a couple of years then adiós, go on your fuckin way my man?! - she let out an angry growl. - Just because, and I quote, "he was young and could have a bright future", yes, that's what the jury said... - she huffed. - But the good thing is, right after he got out, he violated the restraining order that I got against him. He came to the house that Sofi, Rei, my mom and I lived in. You know, they moved in with us after I got out of the hospital because... For the first 5 or six months, I was afraid to go out without company. So my sisters helped a lot. They even kind of made me forget how my friends left me, because "I was acting overdramatic and why couldn't I just forget and be happy". - Beetlejuice raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
- The fuck is wrong with people... - Ari let out an annoyed chuckle.
- Oh my man, most of them are awful fellas. After this, I didn't even care that I missed my prom. - she swallowed her saliva and leaned back so she could gaze the stars. - So yeah, back to the subject, that pendejo came to our house in the middle of the night and demanded my mom to take him to me cause he wanted to say sorry because he missed me so much and wanted us to start a new chapter. - Ari rubbed her temples. - The police acted quickly this time and put him into jail for 3 more years. - she sighed. - Not that I think that's enough... But it was enough for us to find a new home and move away from him, as far as we could.
Beetlejuice waddled closer to her, and layed down as well.
- You know what's the weirdest thing about you, scarecrow? - Ari chuckled.
- Besides the fact that my best buddy is a demon? - BJ laughed a bit too. - No idea, Bug.
- That you're so full of life, and so goddamn annoyingly positive. If you wouldn't tell me, I wouldn't know you had so much shit to deal with. - Ari put her hands up in the air while shrugging.
- Look, I already know how does it feel to die. By the time I turned 19, I decided I'd try how does it feel to be alive. And when I'm not a mess, oh boy, it's so much fun! - Beetlejuice turned to his side and looked at the girl.
- You’re not a mess babes, you’re a... spicy disaster! - Ari laughed. It was so nice to hear that adorable laugh again. BJ looked straight into her emerald eyes that were gleaming in the moonlight. - You know, doll, I'm really sorry for creeping around. If I would've known, I... - he shut up as Ari gestured with her hand.
- You didn't know. It's alright. I hate being followed, but you're so goddamn chatty that it doesn't feel creepy at all. Plus, you're not human, which makes me more comfortable. It's somehow nice to have you weirdo around.
For a couple of minutes, they just laid there, both watching the stars. It was so peaceful, but something still bugged Beetlejuice and he just couldn't let it go.
- Hey, babes? - Ari turned her head to his direction.
- Yeah?
- If he ever finds you, can I kill your ex-boyfriend?
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a/n I did it y’all, I finished a fic for the first time in a billion years! Sidenote, I wrote this literally waaaay back when season 2 first came out so it’s outdated, yeah, but hey a fic is a fic right? Also: that middle gif isn’t mine, just wanna put that out there. Also, also: lowkey if y’all want more steve fics hmu
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Your eyes were narrowed at the screen of the TV. You had no idea what was going on in whatever show happened to be playing but if looks could kill then those actors would be dead ten times over. It was date night and Steve had bailed on you for the third week in a row. To make matters worse it was your anniversary and he was now avoiding you. Usually, you had Nancy to talk to about it but even she had disappeared without a word two days ago. It took you longer than you cared to admit to connect the dots but you finally had. There was something going on and you were determined to find out exactly what that was. 
You picked up the phone with a new purpose and started dialing numbers. There was no answer at Steve’s house which you had expected and so you tried Nancy one last time. Mrs. Wheeler gave you the same response she had given you the night before, one which you were now sure was a lie. You dialed a few more numbers but none of them led you anywhere. It was then that you got the idea to try Jonathan’s. If your best friend was anywhere it would be with him. After a few rings, somebody finally picked up the phone. It just wasn’t who you were expecting it to be. 
“Hello?” 
“Mike?” You weren’t too surprised to find Mike on the phone. You had, afterall, lived right next door to the Wheeler’s your entire life. You had honestly spent a fair amount of time with the party and you knew how close Mike was to Will Byers in particular. 
“Y/N?”
“Shit!” 
“Was that Steve?” You sat up in your seat and were surprised to find out that the Byer’s house is where your boyfriend was hiding. You could hear Steve telling Mike to tell you that he wasn’t there. You couldn’t help but sigh and roll your eyes at his desperate attempt to throw you off.
“Uh, n-no. He’s not here.”
“Don’t lie to me, Mike. I can literally hear him talking.” You could hear the sound of muffled shouting on the other end of the line. Their voices became clear and Steve answered the phone himself this time. 
“Hey, babe”
“Steve Harrington!” You immediately scolded, practically being able to see the way he was most likely wincing on the other end. “You bailed on me again!” 
“I know, I know. I’m sorry—“
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!” You shouted. You were mostly angry at him but also a little hurt. For as long as you could remember, the two of you told each other everything. And now, just as you thought you and Steve were at your best so far, he started hiding things from you. More than anything you wanted answers. “You better have a good explanation for ditching me because I swear to god, Steve, I told you last time that —” 
“Monster hunting!” He quickly responded, yelling a little bit in the process. He knew he couldn’t lie to you any longer. If he hadn’t told you than he was sure you would get it out of one of the boys, all of whom adored you. 
You wished you could say that Steve’s claim of ‘monster hunting’ surprised you but it really didn’t. The year before you had fought off a demogorgon alongside him, Nancy and Jonathan. When Will had gone missing you refused to sit still. And when there turned out to be a monster from another dimension you didn’t hesitate to help your friends get rid of it. Needless to say, it was quite the bonding experience and you and Steve had gotten to know each other a lot better since then. 
“Look,” Steve’s voice lowered and you could tell he was worried. Your anger dissipated almost completely upon finding out all his sneaking around came from needing to know you were safe. “Just promise me you’ll stay home, okay? I’ll explain later, promise.”
“No need,” You couldn’t sit back, a fact which Steve knew very well. Not another moment passed before you were standing up from the couch and looking for your things. “I’ll be there in ten.”
*
“Great, you see what you little shit’s did? Now Y/N is going to show up and she’s pissed at me which is never a good thing” Steve sighed as he ran his hands through his hair, not that it budged at all. He had spent a few minutes debating what exactly he was going to tell you when you got there. Finally he had come to the conclusion that he would just wing it, maybe he’d get lucky and you’d let it go because of unexpected circumstances. 
“Dude, you’re the one who bailed on her again,” Mike shook his head. He could recall the many times before when he overheard you telling Nancy everything that had happened. And then the following day’s conversation when you would tell her how he had made it up to you. Usually involving details he wished he could unhear. “That’s not cool.” 
“And on your anniversary?” Dustin was the next one to criticise him. “You know, you’re not really coming off as the best boyfriend at the moment. No offense.” 
“You guys are supposed to be on my side,” Steve mumbled as he rolled his eyes at their comments. He had to admit though, they weren’t totally wrong. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about you, of course he did, more than anything. Which was why he had opted in keeping you out of the loop this time around. 
“Wait, wasn’t Y/N the one who killed the demogorgon last year?” Lucas questioned. They could all recall your telling of the events perfectly and if there was anyone they believed, well it was you. “So wouldn’t it have made sense that she help us out?” 
There was a chorus of agreements from the rest of the party while Steve rolled his eyes at them. “Technically we all killed it a little. As you know, my girlfriend is a badass and she just so happened to be the one to deliver the killing blow that got it stuck in the trap. But we all got some hits in, okay?” 
“So basically she killed it” Max put it simply and the boys unanimously agreed while Steve tried to argue his point. A laugh rang through the room over their debating. 
“You bet your ass I killed that thing.” 
When they turned they found you standing in the doorway while leaning on your own nail covered bat. Steve watched as you greeted each of the boys and introduced yourself to Max. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you listening to them recounting everything that had happened the past couple of days. It wasn’t until you turned to look at him with a glare that his smile fell. 
“We have to talk don’t we?” He asked even though he knew the answer perfectly well. 
“Kitchen” Was all you replied with before walking past him without another glance. 
*
“It’s all Dustin’s fault!” Steve immediately told you. Both of you pretended not to hear the ‘no it wasn’t!’ from the other room. “I was on my way to see you but you weren’t home and he ambushed me. They all did. It was the kids fault! And then there was a junkyard and these lizard things and shit and,” He sighed heavily and it was then that you noticed just how tired he was. “It’s been a long day.” 
“And you were planning on fighting those things alone?” You asked, not surprised at all by the fact. 
“Not exactly,” He knew when he saw the look on your face that he had to elaborate. “Mrs. Byers is with the kid in the room and Jonathan, Nancy, and Hopper are clearing out the shed. We have a plan.” 
“Why did nobody think to tell me what was going on!” You sighed in exasperation as you propped yourself up on the table. A shot of fear ran through you as you realized that until now it had been just Steve and the kids and you had no clue what they were up to at the time.
“You were the first person I said we should go to!” 
“Yeah, same!” 
“Hey, dickheads, this is a private conversation” Steve rolled his eyes at Lucas and Dustin before turning back to you. He sighed when he saw the way your arms were crossed while frowning. You felt him wrap his arms around you, holding you as close to him as possible. “It was my idea not to call you. I’m sorry.” It simply wasn’t possible for you to stay mad at him. A soft smile made its way onto your face and before you knew it you were kissing him for the first time in what felt like ages. “You know I love you, right?” 
You gave a small laugh before kissing him, a little harder and a little longer this time, muttering I love you’s in between. “You know,” You were short of breath as you hopped off the counter and tried to compose yourself. Steve watched as you turned towards him again and your smile very subtly turned into a smirk. Your face was flushed and you were both just a little disheveled and he could swear he fell in love with you even more just then. “I had a little surprise planned just for you tonight,” Your voice was low and suggestive and if he wasn’t flustered and bothered before than he definitely was now. You placed one last soft kiss on his lips and flashed a smile before turning around again and making your way out of the room. “I guess now you’ll never know what it was.”
“Wait!” Steve tried calling after you but you were already gone. He let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hands through his hair again. His imagination ran rampant with all the possibilities of what you had been implying. He spent another few minutes pacing the kitchen in an attempt to calm down a little. One thing was certain. He had missed out on spending time with you and if they didn’t die that night he was definitely going to kill Dustin. 
*
A week later you sat in your living room once again. This time however you had company. 
“Please baby,” Steve whined as he placed soft kisses up and down your neck. He had pulled you into his lap and was trying to convince you to elaborate on the little comment you had made at the Byer’s the week before. Meanwhile, you were watching a rerun of Ghostbusters. You were stubborn though and refused to tell him. For the time being at least. 
After another ten minutes of Steve trying to get your attention you finally huffed and turned to face him, straddling his lap in the process. The action caught him by surprise and he moaned a little when you kissed him just to get him to stop talking. 
“You really want to know?” You whispered against his lips as you tangled your hands in his hair. He gave you a small nod and gulped a little. “Well first,” His attention was focused completely on you and your every move as you kissed along his jaw. “You let me finish watching Ghostbusters.” 
Your laugh rang through the room when Steve threw his head back, rolled his eyes, and groaned loudly. In a flash you had changed positions, you now had your back against the couch while Steve straddled you. “You really suck, you know that?” You simply hummed in response as he kissed you again. 
The moment was short lived. Before you could process what was happening the front door swung wide open and you were met with a chorus of shouting. 
“You two are disgusting!” 
“What the hell guys!” 
“Seriously, get a room!” 
“Everyone avert your eyes!” 
The two of you sat up on the couch, Steve reluctantly and with a heavy sigh. You, on the other hand, gave him your I-told-you-so face. You had very specifically reminded him that it was game night and the party would be there soon. Evidently he hadn’t heard you. 
“Can we help you?” Steve looked at them, only slightly annoyed at their sudden intrusion. 
“We called tonight,” Mike complained first, motioning towards the plethora of junk food piled on the table that you had bought for everyone earlier. “In case you hadn’t noticed.” 
“And you guys couldn’t have knocked? We were,” Steve paused for a second and debated his next choice of words. “A little preoccupied.” 
“You know what,” Dustin interrupted before anyone could argue any further. “Just because we’re good people, and kind of owe you both, we’ll postpone for tomorrow. Just, you know, sanitize the place or something.”
He had a point and they all figured it was better safe than sorry. You let them leave all the things they had brought with piled on the floor and soon you were left alone with Steve again. 
“I knew he was my favorite for a reason.” Steve made sure the front door was locked before walking back over and offering you his hand. 
“What?” Your smile was wide, already knowing what he was planning. Or hoping you had planned still. “You don’t really want to pick up again after that do you?” 
“Why not?” His grin matched yours and there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Just in case, we’re safer in your room. C’mon.”
You spared one last glance at the door before taking his hand and letting him lead you upstairs, knowing you were in for a blissfully long night. 
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Why Are You Together Again?
Billy Hargrove x reader
Word Count:1901
Warnings:language, slight implications of sex
Author’s Note: I know you said I could make it a blurb but I couldn’t because I just couldn’t I’m sorry I got carried away with this one and decided it needed to be essay length.
Request by @hotstuffhargrove :Request for fluffy billy hargrove, where he just babies you and give you small quick kisses and tickles you when you have free time and HE'S JUST A BIG FUCKING SOFTLY AND LETS THE L WORD SLIP AND UGH THANK YOU you can make it a blurb not an imagine that way you don't have to take a whole essay for that. Thank you!
Summary: request
Genre: FLLLLUUUUFFFFYYY
Billy’s Playlist
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Now. Whenever you tell people that you’re in a committed relationship with Billy Hargrove they think that you’re absolutely crazy. They ask if you’re alright, they ask if you really think it’s gonna work, they ask how you managed to get Billy Hargrove, the hottest guy in the school and what others say, the sleaziest.
And most of all they ask why you’re dating him.
And you never really know what to tell them. You could say because you love him but you had yet to tell even Billy that so that was a no go. He was always super nice and soft with you, always asking if you were alright, never laying a hand on you. You had been together for four months now and you had yet to have a fight that couldn’t be resolved even with Billy’s temper issues. Your relationship was healthier than most married couples but Billy never really showed that.
You sat in his car outside the school, late for class as usual, his head laying on your head softly. He only did things like that when there was no one outside to see him. You knew why, he loved his ruler of the school reputation and you felt no need to jeopardize that so you let him be his hard self in front of the school. In return he did this when you were alone.
“Babe?” he whispered. You didn’t look down at him so he didn’t have to move but you grabbed his hand and rubbed his bruised knuckles letting him know you had heard him.
“Yeah?” you asked, your voice equally soft.
“If I beat up that kid who’s been hitting on you, would you be mad?” he asked. You chuckled and you could practically see his smile despite not looking at him.
“I would advise you not to Billy,” you told him and he huffed.
“But I mean would you be mad?” he asked again. You rolled your eyes and looked down at his knuckles again, your fingers lumping over the scars he had made there.
“I would be mad. I hate it when you put yourself in danger,” you confessed. Billy hummed.
“I’ve never lost a fight Y/N.”
“Oh? So the fight with Steve was rigged,” you joked. Billy groaned and sat up. You whined when his warmth was pulled away but he just stared at you. You laughed lightly, bringing his face to yours and kissing him quickly. He rolled his eyes and turned to the window, pouting. You whined again and pulled at his arm. “Baabbbbeee! I’m sorry!” you said but you were giggling. He didn’t turn to you and you sighed leaning back. “Guess I’ll just have to find a new boyfriend. Maybe Harrington’s still single. It never hurts to ask,” you trailed off, your eyes wandering away from Billy. In your peripheral vision you could see him look back at you slightly and you snapped your head back.
“You wouldn’t,” he muttered. You shrugged, facing him again.
“If I was desperate,” you told him. He sighed and leaned back into you. You smiled and moved your hand back over his shoulder, messing with his denim jacket.
“Don’t do that,” he whispered and you nodded.
“Never ever babe,” you whispered.
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You stood outside before school, early for once due to the fact you were driving and could ignore Billy’s advances when you were driving. He leaned against the car and you sat on the hood, feet dangling off the ground, one wrapped tightly around Billy’s leg. You were flipping through a magazine and he was surveying the school ground.
“Hey Y/N,” Tim walked up to the side of the car. Tim was your 5th period chemistry partner. He was a dorky little boy and hopelessly in love with you. You were nice to him but Billy would never be so you slid off the car quickly.
“Yeah Tim?” you asked. He glanced at Billy who was eyeing him, full aware of his presence after his girlfriend had unhooked her leg from his. Tim was shaking.
“The paper? You weren’t here yesterday I thought I’d grab it,” he spoke quickly. He handed you the paper and you smiled warmly at him, taking it
“Thanks Tim,” you whispered and let him go.
“What was that about?” Billy asked, rounding the car. You shrugged and held up the paper.
“Chem homework I guess. I-” you were walking away from the car backwards, talking to Billy and heading to class when your foot got stuck under the wheel of the truck parked beside Billy’s car. You twisted it and fell back with a yelp, wincing at the pain when you hit the ground. Billy was by your side in an instant, holding your hand and asking if you were alright. You nodded quickly but couldn’t hide the wince that came on as Billy examined your leg. He looked back at you, red faced and looking incredibly nervous.
“I’m gonna take you to the nurse k? Put your arm around me,” he instructed. Some people had gathered to see what had happened and Billy shoved them away as he carried you to the nurses office. It really wasn’t that bad, your ankle was twisted at worst but Billy was acting as though you had just had a heart attack.
“Babe,” you whispered. Billy glanced down at you as he shoved through the school doors.
“Yeah?”
“Relax,” you smiled through the pain and he rolled his eyes, walking through the office doors to the nurse.
The nurse concluded that you were going to live, at which Billy sighed. She would wrap up your ankle for the day and it would feel a little sore so she suggested you call a parent or guardian to take you home. Immediately Billy jumped in.
“Both her parents work all day. I’ll take her,” he said. The nurse eyed him and raised a wrinkled eyebrow.
“You her friend?” she asked. You smiled lightly.
“Boyfriend actually,” Billy stated. You rolled your eyes. The nurse nodded then looked at you. You didn’t realize she was silently asking if it was okay for a moment.
“Oh yeah I’d love for him to take me. He’ll get me ice cream my parents won’t,” you said. Billy rolled his eyes even know he knew that was true. The nurse nodded curtly, eyeing Billy again before writing you a absence paper and Billy a temporary one.
“Thanks Miss,” he winked as she handed it to him and you rolled your eyes, slinging your arm around Billy’s shoulders. He secured a hand on your waist to hold you up and helped you limp out of the school to his car.
“The one time we were early!” you complained as he softly put you in the passenger seat. He shook his head and laughed at you quietly as he slid in beside you. He started the engine and drove out, slower than he would have usually and drove for a while in silence.
“So where are you taking me?” you asked. He looked at you for a moment.
“Your house?” he said. You gasped.
“No. Billy Hargrove is actually listening to a teacher? We aren’t going to a bar or to a dance club or to the park? Who are you and what have you done with my Billy!?” you shook your hands dramatically. Billy grabbed one and held it, bringing you back to earth.
“You need to rest and so I’m taking you home.” You eyed him again until you realized he was actually telling the truth.
“Wait really?” Billy nodded. You stared ahead and then back at him. He was driving the speed limit. “No like really?” Billy rolled his eyes.
“Yeah Y/N.” You nodded and looked forward again, thoroughly confused but nonetheless grateful for him being such a good boyfriend.
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That week and a half went by very slowly. Billy skipped every day of school to watch over you and although you knew he didn’t mind skipping you didn’t want him to get in trouble with his parents or the school board.
Luckily today was to be your last day at home, as instructed by the doctor and your parents who had no idea your boyfriend stayed with you sometimes. Your ankle was feeling much much better than it had and you were ready to be Billy Hargroves badass girlfriend again. But Billy Hargrove was having a bad time being badass now.
He sat on the bed with you, your head rested on his chest as he brushed through your hair with his fingers.
“Hey Bill?” you whispered. He hummed a sound a recognition. Your hand traced up his chest to the part of his button up shirt he had opened. He hummed again, this time in interest and was not expecting it when you turned to tickle him. He screamed, a really manly scream that made your head go back in laughter, exposing your easily tickable neck to which Billy reached for. You laughed in delight and screamed, trying to get away from him playfully and he wrapped his arms around your waist so that you couldn’t. You squirmed with laughter and breathlessly spoke,
“Babe! Stop augh,” you said laughing again. He stopped after a moment and you both laid back on the bed, both of you out of breath.
“Oh geez I love you,” he whispered. You both froze. He’d never said that before. A smile crept onto your face.
“Oh?” you asked quietly. He gulped.
“I mean only if-”
“I love you too Billy,” you said back. He relaxed considerably much. You reached for him and rested a hand on his cheek while kissing him. He placed his hand on your waist and it was soft and quiet and kind and slow and gorgeous.
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The next morning as Billy walked to the principal to talk about the absences you sat on his car once more, waiting for him to return. Carol approached you, bubble gum popping in her mouth and judgement lining her eyes.
“So?” she asked, flanked by the group of popular girls. You looked up at them.
“So what?” you asked laughing. Some of the girls looked fidgety and nervous to be talking to the queen of the school. The only girl that had no problem chatting with you was Nancy Wheeler but she was much to good for Carols group of plastics.
“Why are you with him? Is it because the sex?” she asked. You choked on your saliva laughing.
“I love him. But the sex is pretty good too.”
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NCIS: Los Angeles S10E3 - The Prince
In the 3rd episode of the tenth season of NCIS: Los Angeles it had a lot of surprises and shocking familiar faces in store as the team were protecting a Deputy Crown Prince from Saudi Arabia. I can honestly say... I LOVE Every Minute of This Episode!!! It was absolutely fantastic with Kensi and Deeks talking about their wedding, Joelle’s return as well as Callen still upset over his father. Honestly this episode had a lot to feature and it’s amazing how well everything went together.
Obviously, my favourite moments of the episode were between Kensi and Deeks talking about their wedding plans... or supposed plans. Everyone including Deeks’ mom, Nell and even Callen think they are taking forever when it comes to planning their wedding as they keep planning it on and off. Due to everyone‘s thoughts on their wedding, it makes Kensi and Deeks feel pressured and try to do more wedding planning and there is a LOT to be planned still. However, thankfully, Sam was supportive towards the couple, assuring them to take their time when it comes to planning their special day, but some advice... don’t wait three years and trust me the wedding is DEFIANTLY going to take place this season. It’s an event you won’t want to miss. Honestly I’m really glad we got some more coverage on my favourite NCIS couple compared to the last episode and I just Love It when they talk about their wedding. God I Just Can’t Wait For It!!!
Anyway, aside from the Densi wedding planning, there was a lot more in store. NCIS had been asked to help in protecting the prince, but one member of the team was not so happy when it came to the person asking for help. Brian Bush... the agent who was responsible for sending Callen’s father away in the previous season was asking for NCIS to help assist protection and you can immediately tell from the look on Callen’s face He Was NOT pleased to see him again. However, like a professional Callen did his job and in the end he even got an APOLOGY from Brian about having to send his father away. However, the real attention quickly fell on the return of another old familiar face... Joelle Taylor, Callen’s ex-girlfriend as well as former CIA agent who had gone into hiding to hunt down the syndicate responsible for the rogue CIA group that tried to take down the team. They are also currently responsible for targeting the prince and she is trying to protect him.
Joelle’s return was honestly a REAL surprise for the team as it turns out, Callen had kept her survival a secret from everyone and the only people who knew the truth were himself, Sam... and Nell. Gotta say I Did Not See That Coming. Although keeping secrets is bad, in the end Callen’s reasons were understandable considering how much trouble the rogue CIA group caused them in the past such as Kensi’s kidnapping for example. Overall, Callen was just protecting the team and they forgive and understand. The scenes with Joelle, Eric and Nell were Absolutely Amazing and HILARIOUS!!! Eric and Nell were so in shock to see Joelle at their headquarters that Eric even tried to get a weapon to attack her. Seriously that was SO FUNNY. Nell continued to show what a Great A Badass she was around Joelle that she even got out her gun to show she means business and Joelle immediately fell into line. I love that Joelle is starting to become scared of Nell. That really reminds me a lot of Hetty.
In the end, the Prince was saved and Joelle managed to get a lot of evidence to prove the crimes of the syndicate during her time away, meaning she can come out of hiding and go back home to her family. Callen accompanies Joelle, but she is terrified to see her family again, believing they won’t understand her actions or forgive her for what she’s put them through. Callen assures Joelle that her family is fixable... compared to his own. We finally get some info on the situation with Callen’s family and it’s revealed that ever since their father was taken away, Callen’s half-sister, Alex hasn’t spoken to him since and just like Joelle said, Callen doesn’t deserve that. Joelle steps out of the car and Callen drives away, but in the end she walks away from home and into the shadows as she can’t bear to face her family after everything she’s done to them. However, despite Joelle’s disappearing act, this isn’t the last we’ll see of her.
Overall, Fantastic Episode and Definitely One of My Top Favourites. However, there are still some questions that remain unanswered for the time. Where did Joelle disappear to and where will she go? Will Callen ever find his father or reconcile with his sister? In the end only time will tell as season ten progresses. However, the real action and drama starts next week as we will finally see the return of the Ice Queen herself, Executive Assistant Direactor, Shay Mosley. That’s an episode you don’t wanna miss.
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“If you have a nightmare, I’m going to be right here for you. Kaymeron please
Linus? [Hands me theprompt hat] Thank you Linus. Today’s prompt is… “When I have bad dream, justlistening to you breathe calms me down.” and… “If you have a nightmare, I’mgoing to be right here for you.” Will this be fluff or angst? …Or will it beboth?
Cameron was out of breath; the mystery woman had somehow gottenthe best of Kay and was now holding a shiny knife to her throat. “You and yourbrother should have joined me Cameron.” MW stated with this deranged look inher eyes.
“Look, you… you don’t have to do this. Leave Kay be andfor the love of God, leave my brother and the rest of my family alone and… I’lldo whatever you want… even if it means I’d have to kill.”
“No, Cameron!” Kay shouted, “I can’t let you do that! Not forme, not for anybody.”
“And I can’t let you die.” Cam gave her desperate look.
Kay gave him a loving look, “But if you do this, it willkill you on the inside.”
MW rolled her eyes, “What’ll it be Cameron, you said you’dbe willing to do anything for your brother but is Kay really worth anything?”
Kay slightly shook her head to try to get Cameron to walkaway but he ignored it, “She’s worth everything.”
MW lowered the blade with an unreadable expression makingCameron believe for a moment that she would let Kay go, “Then I guess you’reabout to lose everything.” She stabbed the knife into Kay’s lower side andpulled out the bloodied knife, tossing it aside, “You didn’t really think yourprecious girlfriend would get out of this alive, did you? I’ll be coming foreveryone Cam and will pick them off one at a time.”
The mystery woman then seemed to disappear but Cameron didn’tnotice as his full attention was on Kay who looked at him with wide eyes asgripped her side, “Cam?”
Kay was about to drop to the ground when, almost likelightning, Cameron rushed over to her and caught her before she hit the ground,“Kay, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” He said as tear threatened to formin his eyes. He knelt down; holding her in his arms as he quickly removed hisjacket and placed it over the wound that was bleeding furiously.
Kay looked up at him and gently placed a hand on his cheek,wiping away his tears with her thumb as they slowly rolled down his face, “I-it’salright Cam, a-and this wasn’t your f-fault.” She very slowly blinked.
“H-hey now, come on, help’s on the way, just please stay awake”Cameron pleaded.
“I-I’ll try but I-I’m getting really tired.”
“Please hold on Kay, please.” He took the hand that was onhis cheek and pressed a soft kiss in her palm, “I need you.”
“Cameron… can you do something for me?” He nodded, “Willyou kiss me?” Cameron complied as he pressed a light but loving kiss on hisgirlfriend’s lips.
“Kay, look at me.” Kay looked him in his bright blue eyesthat were filled with both love and worry, “You’re going to be fine.” He triedto reassure her… and reassure himself.
“C-Cameron, I don’t think-” She could feel herself startingto fade away as much as she tried to fight it.
“Hey, come on, this is just a minor hiccup in our very long life together, okay?” Hechuckled trying to be optimistic, “Come on, tomorrow, we’ll be thinking aboutthis and laughing about it.” He brushed some of her hair out of her face as shegave him a smile that seemed to be weakening, “Think about it… who know, in afew months time, we’ll go out to dinner or maybe even go away for the weekendand while you’re not even paying attention, I’m going to get down on one kneeand ask you to marry me.”
Kay eyes widened as she gave a week smile, “You want to m-marryme?”
“I do… and then we’d probably have a couple of kids andlive out our lives as the badass duo we are until we are old, shriveled andgrey.” Cameron told her as he stroked her cheek.
Kay leaned into his touch and looked up at him as her eyesbegan to glisten, “That sounds wonderful.” She painfully took his hand andplaced a kiss in his palm as he did for her just a little while ago, “I’m sorryCameron…”
“Kay, what are you-”
She looked him straight in the eyes trying to show him howmuch love she had for him, “I love you Cam…”
“I love you too but why are you-” He then noticed that thelight in her bright brown eyes was starting to fade and that her blood wasseeping through the jacket, “No, no, no.” Tears were starting to run down hischeeks as he cupped her cheek once more, “C-come on, Kay, stay awake… stayalive…”He leaned down and kissed her gently before pulling back. Kay’s eyesremained closed as Cam felt a single teardrop roll down Kay’s cheek to histhumb that was gently stroking the soft skin. He didn’t hear  or feel her take another breath after that, “No,no, n-no…” He felt his voice crack, “K-Kay, please… please don’t leaveme…” He pressed his lips onto her cold ones as hard as he could but it didn’tchange anything. She was gone and he was left sitting there, crying and cradlingher empty body in his arms, not caring about the cold blood that was still slowlyspilling out of her side as he heard sirens in the distance… it was too late.
She was gone. The love of his life was gone… but it waslike he could still hear her voice calling his name, “Cameron?” “Cameron?” “Cam?”“Cam?” “Cameron?” “Cam!” That’s whenhis eyes shot open.
He blinked a few time before the world came into focus andwhen it did, he saw her. Kay hovering over him with a worried expression andshe seemed to be in perfect health. She had been in bed next to him with herusual pajamas; it had all been a dream, “K-Kay?”
She sighed in relief, “Hi…” She brushed back his messyhair, “You seemed to be having a bad dream.” Cameron looked at with such arelieved expression that she actually couldn’t recognize it, “What?” Fasterthan one could say… anything, Cameron wrapped his arms around her, knockingher on her back to the mattress as he kissed her with everything he had. She smiledinto the kiss as she cupped his face in her hands, wiping a tear that fell fromhis eye with her thumb. When they finally broke apart, Kay smiled up at himgripping his night shirt, “Not that I didn’t enjoy that but what is going on?”
He pressed his forehead against hers, closed his eyes andsighed, “I thought I’d lost you…”
“Lost me?”
“My dream… y-you had been stabbed… by the mysterywoman… and you bled out in my arms… and there was nothing I could have doneto bring you back. You were just gone and I was left alone, without you…”
Kay looked at him with loving eyes, “Oh Cam… don’t worry,I’m here… and I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” He simply kissedher again, “Are you okay?” She asked him taking his hand in hers.
Cam repositions himself so that he too is lying on his backonce again, resting his head on Kay’s pillow, as she snuggled up next to him, “Notgonna lie, I’m kind of nervous to go back to sleep now.” He laughed quietly.
Kay chuckled as she wrapped her arms around him and resting hertired head on his shoulder, “Well, there’s one thing I do when I have baddream.”
“What’s that?” He asked, wrapping one arm around her backand the other cupped her face as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.
“Well, lately…” She places a hand on his chest over hisheart, “When I have a bad dream, just listening to you breathe calms me down.”
Cam smirked, “Really?”
Kay rolled her eyes before closing them again, “Don’t mockmy love for you or I will regretloving you in the first place.” She joked.
“Yes Milady.” He replied. He kissed her hair beforewhispering, “I love you Kay.”
“I love you too Cam” She whispered back, “If you have anightmare, I’m going to be right here for you.”
Kay soon fell asleep as Cam slowly ran his hand up and downher back before he too felt the sandman take over as he simply listened to Kay’slight breathing. He thought of one last thing before he finally went to sleep, “No matter what happens Kay Daniels, I swear,I’m going to marry you someday…”
That’s all there is,there isn’t anymore… hope you guys enjoyed this one, what’d you think?
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Flower Petals and Blood
Church/ Epsilon x Female Reader
Hanaki Disease AU
This wasn’t requested but you know I always wanted to do some angst with this AU. I like dark AUs for some reason sooo yeah. Honestly, I was going to try and make this gender neutral but I haven't been practicing that much with how I would place my words, so next fic I will make that one neutral as possible. Promise.
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Warnings: Mature content. Sexual hints, or intentions, angst, slow burn. Follows the whole tragic Chex story. 
Somewhere in a canyon far far away in an unknown galaxy. Sometime amongst a screwed up timeline that was in the future or beyond where the sun never laid to rest and seemed to only grow hotter each day, had beaten down upon the helmet of varying shades of cool blue.BloodGulch was where your home was,  although no blood was ever spilled. No ocean of red ever flowed down the river in the underground canyons but the only red there was the red team. One that held a bloodthirsty habit that was forced, but never taken up on. by their leader. Blue as the deep shades of the dark ocean, or as light as a frozen over pond, maybe even as vibrant as chocolate chip mint ice cream,  had stood around in a small semi-circle in front of a large scorpion like tank. They had all but spent three hours trying to figure out how to turn the damn tank on, but with a swift kick to the tank its headlights had switched on and a shrill girl like scream had erupted in the air once a female robot’s voice had greeted the soldiers. You all but suppressed a snort of amusement from the doorway of the blue base. Your borderline violet blue armor nearly grew black under the lukewarm shade of the base, one arm had crossed lazily over your black undersuit chest while your weight leaned cozily against the frame. Ankles locked lazily in a resting pose.
“Idiots.” You shook your head before you raised your hand, and two fingers slipped into your mouth which helped you emit a sharp whistle. All three heads swung in the direction you were at. 
Tank keys hung lazily from the hand that was crossed over your chest, the metal glinted coldly in the dimmed down light of the outside. A small smirk flickered upon your chapped lips until your tongue darted over the bottom lip quickly to wet them. Yeah, the army never supplied you with chapstick bummer. 
“You know that command actually gives you keys if you look hard enough right?”You unhooked your right ankle from your left and made your way out of the base towards the boys in blue. 
Golden visors hid the varying emotions that ranged from confusion to downright embarrassment. (E/C) eyes had swung from your three teammates until you tossed the set of keys to Tucker. He quickly caught the pair before his head tilted like a lost puppy. The dialogue of the tank who now introduced herself as S.H.E.I.L.A was blocked out by deaf ears, except for Caboose who had started to grow rather fond of the blues’ new toy already.
“How did you--?” Church spoke up as he effectively snatched the keys from his teammate’s open palm and gripped them with a white-knuckled hand.
“I found them under all that magazines and dirty clothes underneath your bed.” You cut him off before a brow rose while your eyes darted over to the male. “You really need to stop following Tucker’s disgusting habits.” 
Underneath that ice blue helmet, you could swear the cheeks of Church were burning the shade of Simmon’s armor, or even brighter, while Tucker had burst out in laughter. His hands clutched over his stomach while air wheezed from his lungs. 
“That’s where all my porn went? Jesus Christ dude someone’s horny.”He cracked out between large gulps of air. You swore that the male was to topple over on his back from laughing this much over something stupid.
“Tucker! Shut up! (Y/N) Just shut the hell up! and Caboose!” The male yelled his voice obtaining a higher pitch. Said blue bounded happily over to you three as eager as a little puppy would to its mother.
“You’re fine.” Church sighed under his breath before he cast the childlike man a look. For once he was the only one that wasn’t on his nerves. Was it an alternate universe day or what? He never screamed at Caboose just by seeing him.
You blinked rapidly before rubbing them with the heels of your hands. Maybe he was just having an off day was all. The sun must be causing you to have a sunstroke this early in the damn morning.Nevermind that, you had a flustered ‘leader’ on your hands.  A smirk played on your lips until you leaned into Church, your hands linked behind your back until the golden visor nearly bumped the tip of your nose.
“Why don’t you make me, sir?” You wore a shit-eating grin even if the back of your eyes held an innocent sort of look. Yes, even you had the hots for the boy in blue. Who wouldn't?
After all, you never addressed Church ‘sir’ unless you were teasing him or the two of you were more than just close to closed off quarters. Closer than under his stark white sheets and two bodies joining as one with both voices ringing out in the dead of night when Caboose and Tucker were knocked out cold with earplugs buried snugly in their ears. Closer to the brief lazy morning kisses, and soft smiles until you would have to sneak back into his room. Your breath fogged up the glass just as you felt the blue lean in absently you leaned away and the grin widened an inch or two even more. 
“Fuck you, (Y/N).”
“Fuck me, Leonard.”
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Times like that mindless flirting back and forth, with the screwing in between were something you wished could last forever. Oh how love was so obvious, you could see it from the rare times when his helmet was discarded and his blue eyes would light up when they landed on your face. How your smile would grow lighter and your eyes crinkled when you laughed at his ranting from how stupid and idiotic everyone, except you, was in the damn canyon. Even when your heart soared from the thought of you two finally being discharged from the military and making a normal life together in the future. Maybe having a few kids and sitting in those rocking chairs like an old cliche couple does. Yeah, that’s the future you wanted with Church if only you could stop being such a big coward and voice your happily ever after to him. You only thought that this thing was some fling so he could work off some sweat and keep his mind off of his past relationship. 
How long as it been since he stopped bringing her up? Maybe a month now if you could keep up the avoiding subject of his past, you knew just about every story about his ex-girlfriend. Of how much of a bitch she was and how stone cold she was to him. She was so perfect and you were just you, not one badass bone in your body at the moment, Well you considered yourself badass since you could fight the whole blue team with one arm tied behind your back. Oh yeah, you were that good at reflexes and hand to hand combat. Your knowledge of weapons and your aim wasn’t half bad either, there was room for improvement but you had the best damn aim on the team. You were like a side chick to some other girl who was possibly dead and he was just keeping his whole attention to her constant memory. 
What ticked you off more wasn't the stories or the comparison of the two of you whenever you didn't something far different than his ex. Oh no, what pushed you was when you two were alone in his room. Clothes scattered on the floor and his pants were only filling the silence. You had called out his name in ecstasy while you hit your high that crashed down to a screeching halt was when her name left his lips. Not your name, he yelled out her name as he hit his release. The cold shoulder and passive-aggressive small talks were all that he received for two weeks, by the end you had confessed what really pissed you off. He swore that the memory of Texas, his ex, would be long forgotten and he would stick to the present. It was a pretty selfish act, but everyone had their breaking point and you had yours three months into this affair. 
The month after that was smooth sailing, no mention of the ‘bitch in black’ or Texas was ever uttered from his lips while you were around. Although you two rarely spent time alone in his room for the fear of her name being moaned once again. The sexual tension had grown between you from that cause, and it all but took you two to brush up against each other innocently for his hands to be all over you and on places you know that the armor could never cover that well from his frantic fingers. Armor plating could never hold up well against his desperation and breathy words of naughty things that were whispered in your ear. 
You fell in love but god you knew being in love was something you could never be at war. Not when you now hold a rifle in your hands and not your lover’s hand instead. Not were blood flowed freely in rivers that pooled into an ocean and especially at times were bickering over the stupidest of shit like team flags. Time seemed to drag by in this canyon it never felt like days or weeks. You were holed up in the blue team repairing damaged vehicle parts after Caboose got his sticky fingers on them. You just about finished the last part of the warthog that had been dented and broken when a scream and explosion ricocheted from the middle of the canyon. Voices soon followed and it all but sent you into flight mode, your feet sprinting at what seemed at light speed to where the two remaining members of the blue team stood. 
One in the tank and the other standing on a cliff with the body of Church laying on the ground. Blood seeping out of his crumpled body, arms, and legs were splayed out straight and his last breath came out as a ‘blerg’ as he died in front of his team. Most people would freak out and throw one good crying fit or scream your lungs out. You simply stood stoic arms crossed over one another. You knew this day was to come, ever since Captain Butch Flowers ‘overdosed’ on aspirin that fateful day. You were around for that day, as the trusted one you were and as close as you could be to him and the Project you were left with the secret of how Church really was. With a deep regretful sigh, you could only block out the bickering of Tucker and Caboose, along with the reds in their own base. 
You knew that this only one ‘accident’ could only lead on to more and more complications with the A.I Alpha in his current state. Especially with the naive reds and blues and the remaining survivors of the now disbanded Project Freelancer. Things couldn’t get any shittier than it could be right now. Although this day didn’t compare to the one when the remaining blues wanted to call in a freelancer to snatch their stolen flag from them the day after Church’s ‘funeral’. 
It was going to be a total shit show.
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Do u have any WIPs u can share snippets of? 😄 love ur work!!
Me? WIPs? Does that sound like me at all? OH WAIT. Someoneget me a snorkel, I’m diving into the endless pit known as my WIP folder and I’m taking you with me.
Four fic snippets below. (All HP mostly Ginny and Harry/Ginny. Some…Helga/Salazar.)
we can still be, whowe said we were (Armistice Series #2 in my Slytherin!Ginny verse)
It’s verylate, most of the common room emptied, when Astoria finally speaks.
“Shehated it.”
Ginnystops, looking up at her.
Astoriais still focused on the delicate threads in front of her, like she could almostbe talking to herself. “The world we lived in. The rules and traditions and anentire childhood geared towards a proper marriage. She used to always say shewas only brave enough to hate it, not brave enough to do anything about it.”
Her handsdrop to her lap, threads tangling and needles clicking against each other.
“Myfather said the Dark Lord was supposed to make us safe. And powerful. Andprotect our way of life. But it was a lie. All the war did was kill. Both myfather and our way of life. And I’m left wondering what I’m supposed to do withthat. Mourn a father than enabled a monster? Celebrate a resistance that killedmy best friend?”
Shefinally looks at Ginny. “My father’s war killed my best friend.”
Ginnynods, because that is a truth that can’t be escaped. “Yes. It did.”
Astoria’sjaw clenches. “I’d still rather it was your fault. That would be…easier.”
Ginny’schest constricts painfully. “I played my part.”
Shespears her with a hard glance. “No. Don’t you dare do that to her. That wasCaroline’s choice. In the end, that’s all she bloody had.”
Scoopingup her threads, she strides out of the room.
Ginnyslumps back in her chair, staring into the deep nebulous depths of the lake.
 The Helga/Salazarthing I’m not writing. Nope. No way, no how.
They all come to Helga from time to time. Rowena paces, asmooth ceaseless movement across the floor. Godric sometimes sits and sometimes stands, vacillating between inunsteady fits of energy. Salazar just sits. Sits and seethes. He is like theocean, smooth surfaces and treacherous undertows.
They have fought again, Godric and Salazar, and so here heis, sitting and seething in the sunny spaces of her rooms.
“Salazar,” she says, reaching forward and touching his kneewhen he has sat for far too long.
He looks at her with shock at the bold familiarity of thetouch, but rather than reprimanding her, he seems to crumble.
“He reminds me of Roderick,” he confesses. “My brother. Hewas…just like him. Heedless. Reckless. Brilliant. And hurtling towardsdestruction with glee in his heart.” 
“He fell?” she asks, registering the raw grief in his voice.
He nods, the movement jerky. “And he needn’t have. ByMerlin, he needn’t have.”
He shoves to his feet with the barest of murmuredpleasantries and flees her rooms like a swiftly retreating tide.
She thinks of the way his complaints are always laced with“if he would but listen” and “if hecould pause just long enough to think”.She realizes in that moment that he both loves and hates Godric, fears for himin a way he abhors, longs to be accepted in a way he refuses to ask for, too waryto watch another good man die in a fate he has forseen but will not be heard.
He doesn’t speak to her for a week, a strange stiffformality between them, and she understands this is because he has admittedsomething he never wanted to. He is embarrassed and feeling weakened, and onething he will never stand for is appearing weak. 
He will come back though, she knows. He always does.
She waits.
The Coffeehouse AUcontinuation of half awake and almost there that has no name (Harry/Ginny, muggleAU)
“So tell me about election day,” Ginny said.
“It’s kind of hellish,” Harry admitted. “Everyone is tenseand pretending they aren’t, and Dad and I are just sitting in a box-like roomwhile everyone else runs around and pretends there is anything that can be doneat that point. Dad does what he can to keep my mom from losing her mind. And Ijust wait for someone to tell me what to do.”
“Sorry I can’t be there with you.”
He gave her a fervent look. “I wish you could be.”
She shrugged. “You should get me a job as a maid or something.I could go undercover.”
“White House barista?” he suggested.
She laughed. “I could get a black suit and stand aroundlooking uptight and pretend to be an agent.”
“I am notuptight,” came an indignant voice from outside the dressing room.
Harry let out a burst of laughter that quickly turned into agasp. “Fuck, Zabini,” he complained, looking down at the pin-wielding maniac.“Am I bleeding?”
Blaise seemed unmoved, continuing to adjust the cut of thepants. “Respect the couture, Potter, or get the needle.”
“You know I have agents, right?”
“Yes, yes,” he muttered around a pin in his mouth. “You’rereally fucking important. I’m terrified.”
Harry looked at Ginny. “My girlfriend can kick your ass.”
Ginny leaned back, kicking her feet up on the couch. “He’snot wrong.”
Blaise turned and appraised her for a moment. “I actuallykind of believe that.”
“Have I mentioned I have a gun?” the voice bellowed in fromthe hall again.
“Shut up, Sirius!” they chorused.
The grown-up Harryand Ginny being investigative badasses and accidentally time-travelling trope fic that has noname.
The ballroom is lit with thousands of floating candles, thelight refracting and flaring off the crystal chandeliers. Cheeky cherubs andserious-faced men in togas stare down at the elegantly dressed crowd as theymingle and dance. An orchestra plays somewhere, screened from view by charmsand wards lest the guests actually have to see the help.
It’s pretentious and overdone and dripping with insufferableself-importance.
Ginny moves through the space with ease for all that shedoesn’t enjoy it. It’s one of her greatest strengths after all, transformingherself from place to place, slipping in with barely a ripple. She’s had alifetime of practice at it.
Harry is not quite as at ease, she can tell, though hecovers it well enough that most people probably don’t notice. They are all toobusy whispering as they pass, his fame and mystery not having faded despite thedozen years since his final defeat of Voldemort.
Ginny presses her fingers gently into his shoulders, feelingthe bunched muscles there. He immediately relaxes, flashing her a charming grinthat never fails to make her feel like a weak-kneed schoolgirl. Not that helooks anything like the schoolboy he once was.
Tonight his robes are simple to the point of being severe, astyle that many have tried to imitate in recent years. They only billow enoughto hide whatever he may find useful at any given moment. A beard covers thelower half of his face, but does nothing to obscure his identity, easilydiscerned from his shaggy black hair, green eyes, and iconic glasses—thoughfinally upgraded a few years ago.
He manages to look impeccable and perfectly disheveled atthe same time, and she knows of fashion magazines that have spilled pages ofink trying to discover his secret and recreate it. Ginny wonders what theywould do if they realized he mostly just doesn’t try very hard—the absolutebare minimum needed to be accepted in the circles he mostly only travels in outof necessity.
Ginny, for her part, dresses with a bit more flash, meant todazzle and distract the eye. Which equally has its uses. It keeps attention offof Harry as much as possible, and reminds everyone that he is here as her plusone and not the other way around.
International Quidditch fame should be good for somethingafter all. How else would Harry Potter randomly end up at various houses of thewizarding elite throughout the European continent?
A fairly convenient arrangement, or so they have found thelast few years. Not that most people know that. Harry Potter, after all, isnotoriously devoted to his wife, happy to trail after her wherever she goes.Another point against him for some, almost as distasteful as his seeming lackof career or ministry ambitions.
Executing a series of lazy turns, Harry steers them towardsone corner of the dance floor, which according to her mental diagram of thebuilding, puts them right above the mysterious basement study.
Harry pulls her closer, slowing their pace down and lookingfor all the world as if the couple is enjoying a quiet out-of-the-way momenttogether.
“Feel that?” Harry says against her ear.
“Hmm,” she says. “I’m afraid that after being married thislong, it’s going to take a bit more than you merely holding me to get mefeeling something.”
He lets out a soft huff, his breath stirring the hairescaping down over her neck. That definitely doesn’t make her shiver.
“Normally I would gladly take that challenge,” he says, hishand spreading firm and warm across her back, “but we are on a bit of timecrunch here.”
“Pity,” she says, trailing a finger down the side of hisneck.
“Concentrate,” he says, even as his eyes seem to darken.
The end. Though not, because I also have a Leia-the-Jedi fic molderingabout. As well as a Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis fic. And a Lizzie Bennet/WilliamDarcy LBD fic. And, and, and, and…..
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BTS REACTION : THINKING THEIR S/O IS CHEATING...
@love2laughlive2love said : I always put in requests but no one ever seems to do them :/. But if you could please do the BTS rapper line reaction to their girlfriend starting to sneak out of the house late at night (while she thinks he's sleeping) and they think she's cheating but really she's been secretly having underground rap battles and she's an undefeated champion. Or a reaction to their girlfriend being an idol and is known for her meaningful, thought-provoking lyrics/songs? :D Thank you!
A/N : I did their gf being an underground rapper and I did it for the entire group because I got carried away. I hope that’s okay! Also, I put the rest of it under the cut because it’s pretty long oops
Namjoon: The fact that you always seemed to come home from your late night outings exhausted was... worrying to him to say the least. Initially, he wasn’t concerned that you were cheating on him but when he told the other members that you always snuck out late and came home tired, they assumed you were cheating right away. So, he finally decided to follow you to see where you always went. 
He was beyond shocked to follow you into a club and watch you head backstage only to reappear on the stage a couple of minutes later. He was even more shocked when you began to rap, his mouth falling open and his eyes trained on you. Afterwards, he greeted you outside of the club, enveloping you in a hug, laughing and congratulating you on your win.
“You never told me, a rapper, that you rapped! I also heard that you’re undefeated. That’s impressive babe.”
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Seokjin: The fifth time you went to sneak out he confronted you, his arms crossed and his face cold. He insisted that you take him to wherever you went every other night and before you could protest, he was already slipping on his shoes. You obliged, knowing that you had nothing to hide. In fact, the only reason you hadn’t told him where you went was because you knew he’d insist on coming and that his presence in the crowd would make you nervous. 
He followed you silently to the club, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion at the sight. You told him to stay in the crowd as you disappeared only to come onto the stage ten minutes later. Jin’s mouth fell open, his eyes bulging slightly in shock. You weren’t cheating on him you were... singing? No, you were rapping. The fact that you were a rapper shocked him more than anything, and he stood baffled throughout the entire performance. When it was over, he was cheering the loudest. 
“That’s my Y/N everyone! Suck it! Oh no, I didn’t really mean that I’m sorry...”
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Yoongi: He trusted you. Whenever you disappeared at night, he never questioned it. That is, until he saw you meet a boy in the street one night, linking arms with him and walking off. That’s when he got skeptical. You couldn’t possibly be cheating on him... right? 
He followed you one night, curiosity getting the best of him. He followed you into the club and got as close to the stage as he possibly could when you wandered backstage. His first thought was that you were a ‘groupie’ of an underground group. However, he was incredibly surprised to see you walk on stage with the boy he assumed he’d seen you leave with that one night. He was even more shocked when you began rapping alongside the boy. His normally quiet and polite s/o was up there spitting straight fire. After the performance he was quick to find you to congratulate you... and find out more.
“That was amazing babe? When did you start doing this?” 
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Hoseok: The fact that you always came home tired from your late night outings with a boy that you claimed was “just a friend” and complained about your throat hurting threw up some red flags for Hoseok. Sure he trusted you, but he wasn’t blind to the signs that somebody was cheating... 
He asked you to stay home one night when you told him you were meeting your friend again. When you denied, he insisted that he meet this friend of yours. Knowing that if you didn’t show up to the rap battle it would mean a forfeit and thus an end to your undefeated record, you decided to take Hoseok along. He was incredibly curious and shocked when you herded him into the club and told him to stay put as you wandered away. He did as he was told, but you had been gone for so long that he was starting to get worried. That is, until your name was announced alongside a male’s name and you appeared on stage. When you began rapping, his mouth fell open and he began screaming cheering. His Y/N was savage! 
“That was AWESOME Y/N! Oh my God you’re the undefeated champion and winner and I’m dating you! I must be the luckiest guy in the world~”
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Taehyung: For the last week Taehyung had distanced himself from you and you weren’t sure why. You ran through a checklist in your head. Yelling? None. Fighting in general? None. Something bad that had happened when the two of you were being more intimate? You were drawing a blank. You really had no idea what you’d done to deserve the silent treatment. 
You finally confronted him about it, and he admitted that he was worried that you were cheating on him because you left late at night sometimes and always came back incredibly tired- not to mention the fact that your voice was always scratchy the next morning. You felt a little guilty about not telling him, so you decided to show him where you went some nights. Taehyung had no complaints to you showing him what you were up to... he just wasn’t expecting you to be an underground rapper, and an undefeated one at that when it came to rap battles. He was cheering for you the entire time you were on stage, his voice as hoarse as yours by the end of the performance.
“That’s my Y/N! That’s the person I’m in love with!”
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Jimin: He was annoyed with you, you could tell. He avoided eye contact and every answer he supplied to your questions was short. When you confronted him about his attitude, he snapped, finally spilling that he “knew” you were cheating on him because he saw you sneaking out a few nights ago. You simply laughed in disbelief, angering him more. To calm him down, you finally told him that you weren’t cheating but that you were taking part in underground rap battles... and that you were undefeated. 
He’d insisted on coming with you next time, so you were currently trying to get him backstage with you before the battle. The guard finally let you the two of you through and you grabbed a mic before hurrying onstage to defend your title. Jimin stood stock still throughout the performance, too shocked to even cheer for you. When you came off of the stage with another win, he was finally able to move again, stumbling forward to embrace you tightly.
“That was so badass. I’m so sorry I thought you were cheating.”
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Jungkook: Great, the first serious relationship he was in and you were cheating on him. What other explanation could there be to you sneaking out every so often and coming home with a hoarse voice and a sore body? Jungkook became quiet, unsure of what to do. The others encouraged him to talk to you about it so he finally confronted you on the issue. He listened as you told him that you of course weren’t cheating on him and that you were actually an underground rapper. You could tell he didn’t believe you by the cold look on his face and even you had to admit it would sound a little ridiculous to anybody who hadn’t heard you rap before. You couldn’t sing for shit so why would you be able to rap? 
So, you’d drug him to your next rap battle to prove to him that you weren’t cheating. He stood in the crowd, a little uncomfortable as he waited for you to perform. He was relieved when you came out on stage though a little shocked, especially when you began dissing your opponent. His mouth was open and his eyes were sparkling as he watched you win another battle and keep your undefeated title. He was quick to push through the crowd to congratulate you after your performance.
“Oh my GOD you were amazing I can’t believe- when did yo- what???”
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