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Chapter 25 - The Twelve Days of Christmas
Warnings: one vague allusion to sex
Summary: After nearly five months apart, George surprises Y/N with twelve days of Christmas romance, pure fluff
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On the First Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
One hearty breakfast in bed
George knew Y/N'd be exhausted when she arrived. Determined to let her sleep in, he spent the morning threatening to hex anyone who woke her up. She slept in a little longer than expected, and breakfast became brunch. It didn’t matter, though. Her bright eyes and surprised smile made it well worth the wait.
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On the Second Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
Two pairs of warm, fuzzy socks
George had been prepping for months. He had Ginny teach him how to knit and managed to make, not one but two pairs of socks for Y/N. "Oh Georgie! These are perfect!" She said as she slipped a pair on before giving him a hug that nearly bowled him over.
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On the Third Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
Three chocolate treats
On his last trip to Hogsmede, George picked up her favorite chocolates from Honeydukes. Y/N did the Snoopy Dance. He had no idea what that meant, but it was adorable. Then, grinning wide, he watched her eat them all in the span of about two seconds.
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On the Fourth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
Four favorite movies
A couple of months earlier, Arthur had managed to get Sirius a TV. George took full advantage of it by sequestering the living room that evening for a movie marathon with four of Y/N's favorite holiday movies complete with hot cocoa, popcorn, and cookies. They fell asleep cuddling on the sofa about halfway through the third movie.
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On the Fifth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
Five love poems
Not only had George composed five love poems ranging from silly to romantic, but he acted them out, sang them, and one was conveyed solely through interpretive dance. Y/N went from laughing to crying happy tears to laughing again.
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On the Sixth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
Six happy memories
George put together a collage of six of their favorite photos. He'd charmed the frame to change periodically with little quotes signifying each special moment. Y/N was rendered speechless, giving him a long, passionate kiss instead.
"Ew! Get a room!" Fred joked as he walked by. So, they did.
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On the Seventh Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
Matching silver swans charms
George still had a bit of money left over from buying their lockets. He was glad he'd held onto it.
"Swans, they're the seventh gift in the song," he'd explained, holding out the tiny charms. "They also mate for life. I thought we could wear them next to our lockets."
For the seventh day in a row, Y/N found herself wiping away happy tears. "You're making it very, very difficult for me to go back to the States."
George winked. "Good."
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On the Eighth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
A full night of pampering
The evening began with a chamomile milk bath with rose petals, surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of candles. Then George attempted to give her a full massage on the rose petal covered bed, but things didn't quite go as planned. Y/N was still a little damp when she lay down, causing the petals to bleed their lovely red color. It ended up looking like a crime scene rather than a romantic interlude, sending both of them into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
On the Ninth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
Nine ladies dancing
"You brought a fancy dress, yeah?" George asked.
"Of course."
"Good, you'll need it tonight."
For the second time, they snuck out of the house. Except this time, they apparated to a theatre where he surprised her with tickets to see The Nutcracker. He could only afford nosebleed seats, but Y/N didn't care. She showered him with kisses all the same.
George, though, made a silent promise that when the joke shop became a success, which he was confident it would, he'd bring her back with tickets for the best seats in the house.
On the Tenth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
Ten romantic songs
They'd planned on making a mixtape before she left last summer but never got around to it with everything else going on. George decided to remedy that, spending a couple of weeks curating the perfect collection to encapsulate their relationship.
He was on top of the world when Y/N told him he was the best boyfriend ever.
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On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
Late night waltzing in the living room
At 11pm, once everyone had retired for the night, George led Y/N downstairs to the living room. With nothing but the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree illuminating the room, they danced and talked and laughed until the wee hours of the morning.
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On the Twelveth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me...
12,000 kisses
Every time Y/N turned around, George was standing there, grinning like a fool and holding up a sprig of mistletoe.
"Oh look, love, it's mistletoe!" He'd say innocently. "You know what that means."
"Gee, I wonder how that got there," she'd say with a giggle.
"Hey, we gotta stock up for lean times," he told her with a wink before pulling her in for one of many kisses that day.
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what-if-nct · 6 months
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hellooo today's reminder is i watched one too many reels and now I have no choice but to file for full custody of Felix in his little pigtails counting up to three on his fingers. I'm sure I'll face a lot of resistance along the way but i will not stop until he is my Son
Hiii! Seriously he was the absolute cutest patootie!! Him and Chan played children so well. They were just so precious. But Felix was so cute I wanted to hold him. He'd be the best son. Oh speaking of kinda? I had a dream last night, my friend had bought me a boat and people were building a cabin on top of it but they built a princess bed inside the boat instead. Anyway the boat was in front of a house and I was on the phone with Chan and I don't know what we were talking about but we were arguing. I think he was upset I didn't tell him where I was going cause it was a sad worried arguing. Anyway I was invited into the house my boathouse was on. And Trisha Paytas and Mitchell from modern family were married and had a bunch of children. And I was suddenly in the backyard picking up stones and crystals and I watched Trish feed their youngest son on the patio. And in the moment I put my hand on my stomach and looked at them and was really excited to have a baby. And I'm 98% sure I was pregnant with chan's baby in the dream. Also their house was haunted and the ghost was singing highschool sweethearts by Melanie Martinez on the baby monitor. I woke up and that song was playing on my tv. I really recommend playing music while you sleep it's fascinating. I woke up at like 4am so by the time I woke up again this was all I remembered cause gosh there was more and your ask made me remember it. Also I don't think I'm actually pregnant in real life, it's not impossible but unlikely but did you know you can get your period every month and still be pregnant. Like there is no peace of mind.
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delicatebluebirdruins · 3 months
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rabies and the tvirus
Symptoms of rabies from the NHS website
Symptoms of rabies usually take 3 to 12 weeks to appear, but they can appear after a few days or not for several months or years.
Symptoms include:
numbness or tingling where you were bitten or scratched
seeing things that are not there (hallucinations)
feeling very anxious or energetic
difficulty swallowing or breathing
being unable to move (paralysis)
Once symptoms appear, rabies is almost always fatal.
list from the CDC with more information
After a rabies exposure, the rabies virus has to travel to the brain before it can cause symptoms. This time between exposure and appearance of symptoms is the incubation period. It may last for weeks to months. The incubation period may vary based on the location of the exposure site (how far away it is from the brain), the type of rabies virus, and any existing immunity.
The first symptoms of rabies may be similar to the flu, including weakness or discomfort, fever, or headache. There also may be discomfort, prickling, or an itching sensation at the site of the bite. These symptoms may last for days.
Symptoms then progress to cerebral dysfunction, anxiety, confusion, and agitation. As the disease progresses, the person may experience delirium, abnormal behavior, hallucinations, hydrophobia (fear of water), and insomnia. The acute period of disease typically ends after 2 to 10 days. Once clinical signs of rabies appear, the disease is nearly always fatal, and treatment is typically supportive. Less than 20 cases of human survival from clinical rabies have been documented. Only a few survivors had no history of pre- or postexposure prophylaxis.
Resident evil 1 files
keepers diary May 10th 1998: Today, a high ranking researcher asked me to take care of a new monster. It looks like a gorilla without any skin. They told me to feed them live food. When I threw in a pig, they were playing with it... tearing off the pig's legs and pulling out the guts before they actually ate it. May 11th 1998: Around 5 o'clock this morning, Scott came in and woke me up suddenly. He was wearing a protective suit that looks like a space suit. He told me to put one on as well. I heard there was an accident in the basement lab. It's no wonder, those researchers never rest, even at night. May 12th 1998: I've been wearing this annoying space suit since yesterday, my skin grows musty and feels very itchy. By way of revenge, I didn't feed those dogs today. Now I feel better. May 13th 1998 I went to the medical room because my back is all swollen and feels itchy. They put a big bandage on my back and the doctor told me I did not need to wear the space suit any more. I guess I can sleep well tonight. May 14th 1998 When I woke up this morning, I found another blister on my foot. It was annoying and I ended up dragging my foot as I went to the dog's pen. They have been quiet since morning, which is very unusual. I found that some of them had escaped. I'll be in real trouble if the higher-ups find out. May 16th 1998 I heard a researcher who tried to escape from this mansion was shot last night. My entire body feels burning and itchy at night. When I was scratching the swelling on my arms, a lump of rotten flesh dropped off. What the hell is happening to me? May 19, 1998 Fever gone but itchy. Hungry and eat doggy food. Itchy itchy Scott came. Ugly face so killed him. Tasty. 4 Itchy. Tasty.
researchers will
...Even as I write, I can feel the simplest of concepts slipping away, lost to feelings of despair and confusion - but I have to tell you what's in my heart before I can rest. Alma, please believe that what I'm telling you is the truth. The entire story would take hours for me to tell you, and time is short, so accept these things as fact: last month there was an accident in the lab and the virus we were studying leaked.
All my colleagues who were infected are dead or dying, and the nature of the disease is such that those still living have lost their senses. This virus robs its victims of their humanity, forcing them in their sickness to seek out and destroy life.
Even as I write these words, I can hear them, pressing against my door like mindless, hungry animals. Alma, I have tried to survive only to see you again. But my efforts only delayed the inevitable; I am infected, and there is no cure for what will follow - except to end my life before I lose the only thing that separates me from them. My love for you.
bonus RE3R Jill's report
September 26, 1998
It's already been two months since that mess with Umbrella. Thanks to the suspension, investigations haven't progressed exactly as I'd hoped. Perhaps this written record of what I've found will prove to be my final duty as a S.T.A.R.S. officer… I can only hope that it helps lead to the truth.
The T-Virus
Those infected by this virus seem to become literal zombies. It appears to be communicable via several different avenues, outlined below:
Bite from an infected individual, allowing the mixing of bodily fluids
Contact with crows which have eaten infected carrion
Due to the strength of the virus, airborne infection cannot be discounted
It should be noted that those who survived the incident have not yet developed symptoms.
It's unclear whether this is because the virus has a long incubation period, or because we just happened to be resistant to the infection. We ought to remain vigilant, even after this investigation period ends.
As for me—aside from my minor difficulties sleeping—I seem to be in fine shape. Still, I shouldn't get too hopeful. After all, this could just be an extended incubation.
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thomas-j-nook · 5 months
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Already thinking about bed. It's been an off day. I mean i got a lot done I've been scatter brained bad. I washed my hair with shampoo and then got body wash to wash my body and i washed my hair a second time. With body wash. Also before the shower i ran upstairs to grab pajamas and i forgot why i was up there. Came back down with no pajamas got to the bathroom and said ohh right. I needed pajamas. All day i was doing stuff like that. Scrambled. I'm not stressed or anything...well none more then usual. Lol.
I did managed to cook dinner and it was safe from my scatter brain. No shampoo in there.
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I got pete to eat spinach too. Very good soup.
I'm already thinking about going to bed soon. I slept fine last night but i seem to not be able to function after 7:30pm. Once i eat dinner I'm ready for bed. I also didn't nap this weekend. I did have a hard time sleeping earlier in the week. I was in so much pain one day and i fell asleep watching a movie and pete woke me up and i started crying because i was that tired. He woke me up to put my cpap on so its not like he was being mean. I have horrible sleep apnea and my cousins husband passed away from sleep apnea a couple of years ago. I can fall asleep anywhere now. It's ridiculous. Thats why i set 6 alarms for program mornings because i wake up brush my hair sit down fall asleep. Wake up eat breakfast fall asleep. This is sitting at a table too. I have an alarm every 10 minutes. I've fallen asleep on the toilet, one time my brother panicked when we lived together i woke up at 2am hungry. Say on my chair to eat a banana. I fell asleep half way threw the banana and he woke up at 5am for work to find me sleeping on the couch with half a banana on my chest. He thought i passed out because that was during the period i was passing out so he woke pete up and there like shaking me awake and I'm like wtf guys. More recently this summer i fell asleep in bed but i was holding a water bottle like i held a stuffed animal and i woke up and thought i peed the bed and then i saw i still had the water bottle with me. It was empty. But I'm like pete i think i peed the bed and he's like what? And I panicked cause I'm like i must be really sick if i peed the bed. I can fall asleep in any conditions 20 degrees, 100 degrees. Inside, outside. Hungry, full. Its pain that keeps me up and occasional insomnia. I was up until 3am friday night. I thought it may have been mania because i had so much energy. But I've been pretty chill the rest of the weekend so i don't think so. I have had so much fatigue today. Bones didn't crack though. Usually I'll get spells of fatigue where i feel I'm exhasted and my body feels like a 1000 sack of meat, my joints crack and pop and going upstairs hurts. But today i was just exhasted. Minor uterus pain. I'm like 50/50 on the iud preferating my uterus. With my medical luck and a months wait I'm almost waiting for that. When its out of place it can do that. Thats why it needs to be removed. I swear to god dude I'll just laugh if it does. My uterus and entire vaginal area has taking a pounding recently and not even in the good way. 🤣
I'm laying down. I swear to god like 10 minutes ago i needed to do something and i forgot what it was. Its like I'm stoned today without smoking. I was really overstimulated at the nerd fair in the auburn mall. It was so busy. Like entire parking lots filled busy. Maine mall crowrds. Due to the fair. It was so popular. The entire mall was getting so much business. Every store was filled because people were browsing after the fair. The little cafe had orders after orders. I'd say there was 250 people in there when we were in there. Much more then the average 12 shoppers scattered between all stores. I was NOT expecting it so i think it hit me worse. I expect the maine mall food court to be loud and busy. I don't expect the auburn mall to be like that. Wowwooo. So mauve thats why I'm dead today.
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deadpool-scar-bro · 3 years
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yesterday i was all “i’m gonna work hard” and today i’m all “i wanna nap 4 times and maybe die”
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peanutpinet · 3 years
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Trouble In Paradise (Yuzuru Hanyu x Reader)
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Request: "I was thinking of figure skater!reader x Yuzuru Hanyu, where they are dating and doing Fantasy on Ice. One night, where reader is especially exhausted she gets into an argument with him. During the following show, the audience and fellow skaters notice that something is wrong especially after she gave up her place as the first jumper at the end to Evgenia when Alina wanted to do it and she tried to stay as far away from Yuzuru the whole show when he tried to make amend with her. Later that night, they reconcile. The next day, it was in every news that reader prefers Evgenia over Alina and was in conflict with Yuzuru. So reader has to make an official "apology" to explain that she was exhausted" - @thehappygrungelife
A/N: this is actually my first request from Tumblr and I'm very grateful to the person who asked for a request and I really hope I do it a justice
Warning: angst + fluff (happy ending), some cursing and heated argument
It was another day of practice for FaOI (Fantasy on Ice) and for some reason, you were not in your best shape. You would constantly be off beat compared to others and even when it was your turn to practice your performance, it was all but good; it wasn't even near your "ok" performance.
Okay, maybe it wasn't because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. The other day you've been pushing yourself quite hard and it was the first day of your period. To top it off? The only thing your boyfriend, Yuzu did was telling you that it'll be alright and one bad day won't do any harm since everyone has those days.
I mean, who could blame him, practice isn't always easy when you're not into it. The whole entire day, you just prayed that practice would be over as soon as possible but of course, the more you want time to go by, the longer it actually is.
After what feels like days, practice was finally over and you were all dismissed to go back to your hotel. But despite feeling rough, you decided to wait for Yuzu since you just wanted to sulk and complain to him. But when you saw Yuzu talking with other female skaters, you decided to just leave in your grumpy state.
Throughout the rest of the day, you kept on ignoring all the notifications you got from Yuzu. Every message, every phone call, you ignored them all. Until you heard a knock on the door to your hotel room. Thinking it was the room service you ordered but it turns out to be a not pleased Yuzu.
"Where were you? I've called you so many times. Did you even check your phone?!" Yuzu questioned, his tone was immediately an octave higher
"It was charging. I'm trying to not look at my phone too much. It stresses me out" you shrugged, going back to your bed and looking at your laptop
"What's the difference with your laptop then?! You know what, never mind. Do you know how worried I was?! I thought something happened to you" Yuzu sighed, stress combing his hair
"Oh, now you noticed. I'm fine. Thanks for asking. You should head back and rest. Our show is literally tomorrow" you mentioned, not looking away from your laptop
"What's with you? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?!" Yuzu started to get worried
"Nothing much. Just another tiring day. I'm serious Yuzu, just go. You need your rest too" you replied, sighing
"Why? Why are you pushing me away?! We barely talked today" Yuzu complained
"I'm just tired and on my period. Can we please not have this conversation. I don't want to lash out at you" you sighed, getting up from the bed
"Why? Why would you lash out? C'mon, let's just talk. I'm worried about you" Yuzu mentioned, taking your hands in his
"Why don't you just go back to the other skaters. I really am not in the mood to talk. Just go" you groaned, letting your hands go
"This talk isn't over (Y/N). You can be mad at me but we still have to talk it through. Get some rest, alright?" Yuzu sighed in defeat, leaving you in your room
Oh how you wish you could just make the whole week go by as fast as Thanos' snap. But, like it or not, you just have to face it and get through cause eventually it'll all be over.
Unfortunately, the other skaters and even the audience knew that something was wrong. Your typical bubbly and enthusiastic self was nowhere to be seen. Sure, you managed to perform your skating until the end, but it seems something was off. Your expression didn't lie.
What threw it off even more is when you were supposed to be the first jumper before the closing but you decided to let Zhenya do it, telling her that you weren't feeling well and your period cramps were acting up more than the usual and because Zhenya was the closest to you.
After the performance was over, there were many words going around and the media started to bring up some news about you preferring Zhenya over Alina to do the first jump. When the news started to blow up, Yuzu was the first to try to find you and talk about why you did what you did; not only that, he also wanted to talk about why you've been avoiding him since last night and even during the whole event.
However, the second the staff told everyone to go backstage, you were the first to leave the stage because your period cramps were getting unbearable and you quickly excused to be able to go back to the hotel on your own, trying to get away from the media who were plastering questions to why you decided to give your first jump spot to Zhenya.
Over on Yuzu's side, his eyes were traced on you throughout the whole show. Especially when you gave up your first jump spot for someone else when you normally are enthusiastic to do it. When Yuzu saw you quickly going backstage, he didn't hesitate to follow you. Calling out for you and asking you to talk but he lost sight of you and you eventually went out of the room before he could get to you, sparking another drama for the media.
Throughout the rest of the day, you just shut any kind of way for people to contact you and just passed out since the period cramps were getting to you. You didn't know how long you've been sleeping until you heard several, no, multiple knocks on your door that could probably be heard throughout the floor you were staying.
Grunting, you finally woke up and headed towards the door, opening it and revealed Yuzu, your boyfriend and the person you honestly don't really want to talk to but at the same time, relieved that it was him instead of someone else. Sighing, you knew that you were going to have the talk sooner or later. So, you finally let him in, telling him that you just woke up.
"Before you ask anything. I just woke up" you mentioned, closing the door as Yuzu came in
"What happened? Are you sick? You didn't seem too well. If you were sick, you could've said so instead of pushing yourself and not putting on your best performance" Yuzu started to lecture
"Yuzu..." you mumbled
"Like honestly. I was worried. We're all worried about you but you kept pushing us away" Yuzu argued
"Yuzu!! Stop!!" you raised your voice back
"No. Look, I get it if you're tired but that doesn't mean you should just push people away" Yuzu argued back
"YUZURU HANYU!! I SAID. STOP IT" you shouted, stunning Yuzu since he never saw you this angry
"Please. I'm already tired from a stressful week and my period just came yesterday and the cramps were unbearable even when I've taken medication" you sighed, plopping back on your bed as Yuzu follows you
"Not only that. I was hoping to be able to have a night of just the both of us yesterday but you were talking to other skaters and I don't want to seem so clingy or anything. I also don't want to be mad at you since my mood swings during my period is not the greatest. But guess the media thought otherwise" you explained
"Hey, hey, look at me. Why didn't you say anything? No one would've ever thought something like that, hmm? Especially me. You're not clingy at all. I actually like it you know. Makes me feel more loved and wanted. It's actually one of the things I like about you. What bout letting Zhenya jump first? Was it also because of your period?" Yuzu softly asked, holding your hands in his as he kneeled in front of you
"Yea. And Zhenya was the closest to me. I swear there's no hate going around or anything" you replied, sighing
"Alright. Let's not worry about that. We can deal with the media tomorrow. I'm just glad that you're alright. Please tell me whenever you don't feel well or if something doesn't sit right with you, okay? No matter what reason it is. No matter if you think it's silly, I want to hear about it. We're in this together. Whatever your problem is, it's my problem too and I want to help you" Yuzu reminded, holding your hand tightly in his
"Okay. I'm sorry for making you and everyone else worry" you mumbled
"It's alright. Just don't hide anything from me anymore okay? Now let's just rest. I'll help you deal with the media tomorrow, hmm?" Yuzu mentioned, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead
"Are you staying?" you murmured, looking into his eyes
"If you want me to. If not, I'll just stay until you're asleep" Yuzu replied, patting your head
"You can stay. I don't feel like I'll be able to sleep anytime soon since I did just take a long nap" you mentioned
"Alright. Then I'll stay here to comfort you. Let's just watch a film, hmm? I'll order some room service" Yuzu mentioned, going over to the phone to call for room service but you stopped him
"Thank you, Yuzu. I really am lucky to have you" you smiled, looking at Yuzu with eyes full of love
"And I am too. I'm thankful to have you as well. Thankful that you're able to make me warmer and more open to others" Yuzu giggled, taking your hand and kissing it
In the end, the both of you just cuddled up in your bed and watched some movies to end the night, thanking the universe for bringing the both of you together. Because, in the end of the day, no matter what difficult situations you may face, with the right person, you can get through it.
A/N: @thehappygrungelife I hope that I did your request a justice and hope that you like it :)
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silcoseye · 2 years
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P7: Recovering and Healing Through Time
info: "It's been years since Silco, Vander and (Y/N) split up. When Silco searches for his old friend again, asking them to help him teach a child he had recently taken in their 'explosive' craft, their feelings for him are reignited. The question remains if he burns for them just as bright as they do."
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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8
info: eek! this chapter is the penultimate one ;P dreading writing part 8 because I really don't know how to end this and hoping u all like it ;-; stress stress.  thank you so much for reading this you mean the whole world to me, thank you for liking my silly goofy story <3
warnings: concussion mentions, general injury mention, shimmer taking/drug use, angst, hurt/comfort, almost declaration of love ;) not yet babies you have to wait hehehehe, ep 3/4 spoilers but that's pretty expected throughout right?
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This night was peaceful, and despite the aches in your joints and more bruised areas, you slept well. When you woke, blinking and rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes, you took in your surroundings. This wasn't your home- or any place you really recognised. The room was small, and thoroughly cleaned, the ceiling sloping down the sides indicating it was right under the roof. Only your large bed could fit in here, along with a bedside cabinet. The window was high enough to shed actual beams of white sunlight inside but there were no overhead lights- only a few candles near your bedside, along with a box of matches.
Sitting up was more painful than it should have been. Even being as slow and careful as you could possibly be, pain shot through your body, intensifying a headache that seemed to haunt you since you first woke last night. Weakly, you tilted your head, eyeing the side of the room you hadn't been able to look at yet, and you discovered more minimal furniture- another bedside cabinet and a chair. It didn't look like something you could sit in for long periods of time without getting uncomfortable, considering the straight back and wooden form, but what surprised you more was the sight of Silco's black and red coat draped over the back. He must be nearby. Glancing back to your side, you noticed a cigar cutter along with an ashtray piled with finished cigar ends, and a shiny lighter glowing in the warm light of the candles nearby. Gazing upwards, you saw no lingering smoke. The only sign of it was through smell, but you guessed by the way it intensified when you turned to the jacket it was coming from there.
Your most severe injury was a concussion. From what you remembered of your short conversation last night, Silco had brought you to 'The Scientist' from the underwater lab he had taken you to a while ago. He was the one who cleaned and bandaged you. From the window though, you could tell you were no longer underwater. Just... somewhere else. Your hand touched the course material wrapping around your head, a thick gauze at the back from where it had been bashed into a wall. That's where your headache was strongest. Silco had also mentioned it had been almost two weeks since the incident that had caused your extensive injuries, and wouldn't give you more details, begging you to rest and talk to him in the morning,
"You're awake," Your head moved too quick, drawn to the noise coming from the door, shooting pain through your skull and causing you to hiss, "Ah, my apologies," His voice was soft as you barely heard his footsteps approach you, sitting in the chair beside, indicated by a creek, watching you worriedly.
"It's fine... My head... It just hurts. A lot," You managed to wince out through gritted teeth,
"Concussions are severe injuries, obviously they'll hurt," he said,
"That's very helpful, Silco," You said sarcastically, taking some pills he had given you, and swallowing them with the glass of water he handed you. Eagerly, you finished the glass, taking a few deep breaths once you finished it. His colder fingers gently brushed against yours as he took it, and set it on the bedside table, "Thanks," He only nodded,
"I spoke with the scientist. He asked me to make sure you still had your memories," He said, eyes darting over your face. You smiled,
"Are you here to quiz me?"
"In a way," He said, the corners of his lips lifting slightly, "Where do you keep the knife I gave you?
"In the draw next to my bed. It's wrapped in the cloth you snagged and wrapped it in too. I kept everything you gave me," You spoke, "The tools, the lighter-"
"The lighter?" He asked, narrowing his eyes,
"Don't you remember?" His gaze was unwavering, "My, Silco, the scientist should check your memory instead of mine," You smiled, "The night we got our markings you stumbled into an ally full of trash and found a lighter. I topped it up with alcohol and we used it to sterilise the needle-" You lifted the scarred hand to show him, and instinctively he brought his to touch yours, the marks lining up across your hands. His skin was cool against yours, and you faintly noticed your heart rate quicken at the contact, "-and then we got these. Bound together forever" You echoed softly,
"You kept that old thing?" He mused, leaning his elbows on the bed, closer to you. You nodded,
"Course. I kept everything you gave me," You reminded. Your smile wavered as you glanced away, "I'm sorry about the clothes you gave me. They were wonderful, really. I loved them. You have good taste- obviously, you always did," You rambled, "But yeah- if I'd seen the inside pockets earlier I would have-"
"Do you know who did this to you?" His voice was low and dangerous, his gaze snapping to your eyes and refusing to let you look away, captivating you with his miscoloured stare. Your dry lips parted, suddenly nervous at the cruel ideas that  flooded your brain asking what he had in mind for the attackers,
"I-"
"And before you try and defend them, remember what they did," He spoke coldly, straightening, "Leaving you for dead in the alleyway and robbing you clean of all you had. You are the innocent- the victim. They deserve punishment," His tone was menacing, full of evil and spite, speaking in low, warning hisses,
"I... Don't know their names,"
"But you know their faces?" You slowly nodded, so as to not disturb your injury, "I'll bring you pictures. You point them out. I'll have them dealt with," he moved to stand,
"What about Marcus?" You asked, watching him freeze as he moved to leave. His one blue eye widened, allowed by the presence of the eyelid and he looked down at you sharply,
"How d-"
"You spoke with him while I was unconscious," You told him, "I didn't hear it all. I heard you wanted to find them. He was... Worried," You frowned, watching him
"Marcus wasn't worried about you he was 'worried' about saving himself," He hissed, "You shouldn't worry about anyone but yourself right now," He said, grabbing the coat from his chair,
"What if I worry for you?" It was bold. So bold it made him freeze again, as if your words were ice. More slowly now, he put on the coat, shuffling with the collar as he attempted to straighten it, buying time. You heard him mumble something, "What was that?" You asked curiously,
"I..." He stopped himself quickly, "You shouldn't," His voice was soft, his gaze was downcast,
"I've always worried for y-"
"(Y/N)," He said, turning to look at you. He let out a sigh, after meeting your curious eyes, and turned to leave again, "You need rest. Please. Just rest," He urged. With the swish of his black coat and the flash of the red inner lining, he was gone. You let out a long breath, gently falling back into the multitude of pillows and staring at the ceiling, letting your heart race wildly in your chest. Stars, you almost confessed your feelings right there and then- you'd never been more terrified in your life.
You weren't in your home. That was very clear. More hours passed and you studied the grey walls and yet you could not work out where you were. The window gave no helpful clues either, being too high up to see where exactly you were. The absence of any thumping music told you you weren't near the 'Last Drop' either.
Silco had returned a while later, asking if you had slept. He was now without his coat, having removed it elsewhere, and rolling up his sleeves as he helped you sit up once more,
"Where are we?" You asked, looking up at the man above you,
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I'm trying to figure it out," You said,
"My home," He answered simply. Silco had a spare room? For what, you could only imagine,
"You don't work and sleep in the same place?" you asked curiously, the hint of amusement clear in your tone,
"Do you take me for a maniac?" you laughed at his same dry humour, eyes widening at the sandwich he presented you with, "I asked Jinx to buy them for you for breakfast," He informed you as you eagerly chewed,
"Mmph- It's the morning?" He nodded, "What time?"
"Just after seven,"
"Jinx'll be starting her lesson soon-"
"Jinx's lessons are cancelled on the occasion her teacher is unfit to teach," He said sternly, raising a brow as he silently challenged you, "Once you get better, they will resume. I'll figure something else out for her to do while we wait," He said with a small sigh, picking up your now empty plate and setting it down on your bedside,
"She could always come here," You offered. He raised a brow at your suggestion, "I don't mind her company. You know that well," He hummed,
"I'm just afraid that her... Energy will be too much for you to handle," He said with a sigh, "What you need now is to rest as much as you can- sleep for as long as you can. Here, you are safe and away from all danger in the undercity," He spoke softly, watching you, "You will be staying here until you heal," He left no room for argument. You sighed deeply, moving to nod your head but wincing at the sudden movement,
"Ahh... Can you at least get me a clock of some sort? So I know what the time is," He nodded,
"Anything else?" He asked,
"Do I have a limit?"
"Now you do," He narrowed his eyes, and you laughed,
"I want to see Jinx. It's been two weeks you say?" He nodded to confirm, "Then I want to see how she is. I hope she's missed me too,"
"She has," He said softly, his tone changing. He opened his mouth and drew in some air, ready to add something. Unfortunately, the words died on his tongue, and he simply closed his mouth, "She has," He simply echoed, frowning. You watched him for a few moments before he eventually straightened and moved to leave,
"Hey Silco," You called to him, "I missed you too. Send her up here when you have to leave for... Business. Or whatever it is you do," You teased, watching his shoulders slump as he nodded his head, and left. Sleep quickly overtook your thoughts, calming your racing heart and lulling your loving thoughts to sleep
When you awoke, you sensed a presence in the room. Glancing to your side, you noticed the familiar blue hair braided into twin braids. Jinx was facing away from you and, curiously, she was painting on her arm, humming a familiar song. She had paints set out in front of her, along with a plate that had blue and white mixed into various shades. She was wearing a shirt with open shoulders, and plumes of light blue covered her skin in wonderful swirls. You smiled at the sight,
"Those look lovely," You rasped, making her whip her head around, one of the long braids flying through the air. With a Cheshire grin, she stood, dropping the paintbrush on the floor and running towards you, flinging her arms over you. So what if the blue paint stuck to your sheets and coloured the shirt you wore?
"(Y/N) you're awake!" She grinned happily. You pat her hair gently, cradling her head as she pulled away, "You missed so much, sleepy! Check out all these cool paints dad got me," She said, looking at her arm and frowning, seeing the blue rubbed off, "Oh shit- are-"
"Language, little miss," You teased, poking her nose, and wincing as you moved to sit up once more,
"Are you okay? Did I do something? I'm sorry about the paint," She quickly said. Once you had sat up comfortably, you smiled, patting the bed next to your legs,
"You didn't do anything. I'm not mad about the paint- it's a lovely addition to these dreadful grey sheets really," You said, your own smile matching hers, "I think Silco's good fashion sense doesn't stretch over to interior design," You teased, only to be met with her blank gaze. With a slight sigh, you spoke again, "I'm glad to see you here,"
"I'm glad you woke up," She said, her gaze drifting away, eyes glossing over. Whenever she reminisced on the pass, Jinx would fall quite like this. Thinking quickly to try to break her out of it, you opened your mouth, only to be cut off, "Anyway- dad's been way more worried than me," At that you blinked, staring at her,
"Silco's... Been worried about me?" you asked slowly, watching as she eagerly nodded,
"He's still worried about you," She grinned, "You shoulda seen him. Walking around all mopey and angry- like this!" She hopped off the bed quickly, putting her arms behind her back and exaggerating her frown as she began to pace, "They're not awake yet, Jinx. They haven't died, Jinx. Not so loud, Jinx, they need to rest, Jinx!" She repeated in a lower tone, attempting to mimic his accent but failing, comically. Your laughter brought on a headache, but you fought through it. Placing a hand over the bandage on your head, you tried to quell it somehow, but your wince gave away your pain. Baring your teeth, you realised your ears were ringing, now. Glancing over, you saw her at your side with wide eyes full of fear,
"Aaah- don't worry. It's just a headache," You managed, but let your head droop into your hands, holding it in both of them. You felt a gentle touch on your arm, and glancing over, saw she was holding out a purple liquid in a small vial. Blinking through the black spots in your vision, you took it from her,
"Drink it," Her worried voice sounded like it was underwater, and without thinking, you downed the vial. You expected a reaction similar to Silco's- whole body cringing in pain- or recreational users high... But it never came. In fact, it was far more pleasant than you had expected, and as you leaned back it felt like you were suddenly floating on a cloud. Your vision cleared, and within a few blinks, you could see Jinx's face clearly as she watched you with worry etched across her face. With a small sigh, you handed her the empty vial,
"Thanks... What was in that?" You asked curiously, watching as she began playing with the vial. She shrugged her shoulders,
"It's shimmer- the scientist brought it for you," She explained, setting the vial down and jumping onto your bed near your legs, beginning to pick at the blue swirls around her arms, "I heard him mention it was special- weaker but still effective. He's still working on it, but it helped you," She looked up to make sure, and nodded her head, "You'll be okay." You watched her for a few moments more, swallowing to try to moisten your dry throat and glancing around,
"Do you have any water that's not for paints?" You asked a slight croak to your voice. She nodded, retrieving you a glass and helping you drink. It was almost as though you couldn't feel much of the pain in your body anymore- only dull aches when you lifted your arms to drink the contents and thanked her, watching as she resumed to pick the paint, "Why're you painting on your arms and not the notebook I got you?" You asked curiously. She looked up with a small smile,
"I like the way it looks. I liked the clouds outside. And the smoke after a successful bomb explodes," She said, tracing one of the not cracked, darker blue swirls with a smile, "And it feels nice on my arms,"
"Mmm.. I bet it does with this heat setting in," You said, "They look pretty," You told her, mirroring her beaming smile,
"I'm sorry your head hurt because of me," She said, the happy tone in her voice fading away as you frowned,
"Hey, you didn't... It's fine, Jinx. You didn't do anything bad," You assured her, smiling, "My headache's gone now,"
"Really?"
"Poof!" You mimicked with your hand moving away from your head, "I'm all better now," She smiled, humming, "Would you wanna paint on me later?" You asked, watching her eagerly nod and bring them over, the paints cooling over your skin as she used your arms as a personal canvas. The calm strokes lull you back to sleep.
When you awoke, you felt tugging at your arm, the sigh of Silco washing your skin clean of the blue appearing before your hazy vision. He was illuminated by the candlelight now- you must have fallen asleep again. Jinx was nowhere in your sight to see her creations washed away,
"Hey I liked those," You protested, making him pause and glance up at you,
"I had to change your sheets. I brought you fresh clothes too," He said, going back to washing you off,
"They brought colour to this room," You protested, "It looks nicer now,"
"It's a mess,"
"To you," You argued, rolling your eyes at his stern gaze. He let out a sigh, tiredly whipping a hand over his face as he finished, letting the stained cloth he had been washing you with drop to the floor,
"How are you feeling?" He asked,
"Better after the Shimmer," His eye widened at your comment, "Wha-"
"How did you get ahold of... Did Jinx give it to you?" He asked his frown setting in more as you nodded, "She shouldn't have..." He said calmly, his foot anxiously tapping the floor now,
"Why?"
"It's still experimental. I meant to get rid of it when Singed gave it to me to test on you but she must have found it..." He sighed, leaning back in the chair and stretching his hands out in front of himself,
"Is it so bad? I feel better Silco," You tried to say, but with a shake of his head, he dismissed your words,
"It's experimental. Singed wanted me to test them on you," He restated,
"And?" You watched his eyes spark with anger for a moment, "What? You use shimmer all the time for your eye and-"
"That's different," He countered, voice edging dangerously close to venomous, "You shouldn't be used for experimental purposes by him... He has enough test subjects as is," You involuntarily shivered at his words, causing him to stand and bring you a blanket, helping stretch it over you,
"I'm not cold," You tried, but he once again wouldn't hear you, "Thank you, mother goose," You teased, and smirked as you faintly saw the corners of his lips upturned in a small smile as he returned to his seat,"
"Don't look so proud," He said, sighing deeply, "I'm only taking care of you,"
"And I'm eternally grateful Silco," You said, watching his gaze drift from you as he nodded. In the silence between you, you thought back to your fight before you left. It had been rather petty, you thought. Perhaps you had been too harsh on him, your words cut deep and from a wounded heart. You regretted them now, "Silco, I'm sorry for those... Accusations," You said, watching his calm gaze fall on you again, interested, "I... Was just hurt. I shouldn't have taken that all out on you that day. Then I wouldn't have been hurt and... Got you all stressed," You said,
"Your apologies aren't needed here, (Y/N)," He said coldly, sighing, "I'll have Marcus do that for me instead," He muttered, and you almost laughed at his declaration if you didn't know better.
"Right," You muttered, "Why... Didn't you come and find me all those years ago?" You asked, watching as he shifted in his seat,"
"The truth is that I was preoccupied," He said bluntly, "I understand that is cruel... After I left to find Singed, I had to stay with him until the rotting around my eye halted. And then I was essentially in debt to him," He said,
"What about our dream of Zaun?" You asked, frowning, "I thought I would at least be by your side when you came to realise it," You didn't hide the hurt evident behind your words, and watched as he shook his head,
"I thought so too," He admitted simply, "However things didn't work out that way. I realised it was easier on my own... Until it wasn't," He said, looking up at you, "I had to rebuild my reputation in the shadows, forging it from the pain and disfigurement Vander had caused me... I needed time to plot my revenge," He spoke passionately, yet kept his volume low,
"Ever the dramatist," You muttered, but nodded your head for him to go on,
"I realised in order for Zaun to rise and become the Nation we were destined to be... Vander had to make a choice. I knew if I came to you, you would obviously agree... But I gave him the choice. He could die doing nothing, or live with me and earn the respect we deserved... I would have come for you regardless of Jinx's involvement with it," He admitted, and your eyes widened,
"So she did cause the explosion..." You mumbled, and he finally confirmed your theory with a nod,
"She did. Her talents... I thought her sister, Vi, was the progeny in the family buy Jinx... She is something incredible," He spoke honestly, "Unfortunately, with the explosion she lost her family," He sighed,
"And you saw yourself in her," You finished for him,
"I understood she felt the same loneliness I felt after leaving you that day... That day I lost everything," He admitted, "I hoped I could at least quell those feelings for her. And teach her to control her... Explosions. Teach her to perfect her craft... Who better to turn to than you," He said, and you simply watched him,
"All this time I thought you would have malicious intentions... But you truly do just care for her, Silco," He sighed deeply, nodding, "It's not a bad thing," You quickly said,
"Sevika disagrees," He muttered,
"Sevika's just like that. Stubborn, hardheaded-"
"Sevika lost her arm because of Jinx," Your eyes widened. Perhaps that also explains the ominous glowing blue scar on her cheek,
"And she has a grudge?" He nodded,
"Presumably," He sighed, "She needs to... Get over herself," He said, turning to look at you,
"The girl clearly means no harm... I'm sorry I assumed you... Meant anything bad with your intentions," You said honestly,
"Apologies are useless," He said, reaching over to the side, pulling open one of the drawers of the cabinets and retrieving one of his expensive cigars, cutting off the tip and using the lighter he had to light it, the smoke floating high above your bed, a welcoming smell filling the room as he leaned back, taking a few puffs, "But I understand your concerns... She only needs room to grow," He said, "She knows quite a lot. She only has certain areas she lacks in, correct?" You nodded, "You will prefect them with her and your lessons will end," You could feel your racing heart drop in your chest at this declaration, and you looked away as the sudden sting of tears became present in your eyes. Was he serious? Would this mean the end of... Whatever this was?
"Silco?" Your voice wavered as you spoke again, earning you a concerned hum, "What does that mean?" You asked worriedly. Sensing your sudden overwhelming emotions he reached out, placing his cold hand atop yours,
"It means you won't be teaching her anymore," He simply stated, watching you nod, "You will of course still stay here," You looked up at him with misty eyes, "Did you think I would let you go back to that dingy apartment of yours?"
"But I won't be working for you anymore," You couldn't hide the fear and shakiness in your voice. This almost-year of working for him had brought you more happiness than you had experienced in the decade spent without him, and the idea of losing that terrified you more than you wanted to admit, "I wouldn't be useful to you anymore I-"
"(Y/N)," He brought your attention to him again, "This was never about you working for me... It was always about seeing you again and having you in my life once more," He declared softly, the cigar idly burning, set in the now cleared ashtray as he stared into your eyes. Blinking rapidly as you felt tears slipping down your face, he reached a hand up to wipe them with his thumb, caressing your cheek,
"Honestly?" You asked, to which he smiled, leaning forward. His lips touching the bandage on your forehead made your face and skin heat and flare a soft red in the orange light,
"Honestly," His voice was close to your ear as he spoke softly to you, and enough confirmation you needed. Silco cared for you and that was enough at this moment. He wanted you around because it was you and no other reason. He cared. He cared and it filled you with so much joy, the laugh that escaped your lips surprised you. A smile appeared on your lips and seemed permanently fixed there. Pleasant, and happy. Euphoric, and blissful.
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Bride of Soldat - Chapter Five: I Wanna Dance with Somebody
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Bride of Soldat - Chapter Five: I Wanna Dance with Somebody
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TW: 18+ always, angst, fluff, PTSD, panic attack, referring to the death of a child, drinking, attempted roofies, rape discussion, a lil stabby stabby assaination flash back, time period homophobia, violence, talking ab getting horned up like always.
I do not give permission for my work to be copied and posted elsewhere that is not an account attached to me so don’t steal my shit
Cover photo was made by me, the dividers are made by firefly-graphics
Song for this chapter: I Wanna Dance with Somebody by Whitney Huston
A/N: damn I just wanna say I’m really sorry for not updating for two months. If you follow me you’ll know I’ve been going through some serious health problems causing me to have to quit my job and go back to being a full time SW and sugar baby which isn’t easy as fics make it out to be. It’s a very emotionally draining job. But my depression been wildin. Anyway enjoy the chapter and give me feedback so it fuels my want to write!
He slept… He actually slept. No violent dreams, no flashbacks. Solid sleep, it felt almost like a myth to him. But, for once she was the one who didn’t sleep well. Sniffling cries woke him slowly, a tired groan falling from his lips as he acclimated to his surroundings. “Doll?” 
Sitting on the farthest corner from him on the bed with her knees bent to her chest, her rapid breathing and shaking limbs practically rattled the bed. 
“What’s wrong?” He worried, sitting up quickly. “You need to breathe, what’s wrong?” His questions were soon answered when another knock tapped on their front door. 
The unexpected visitor likely woke her and reminded her of different times. Times where she’d fall asleep beside him and wake up to aggressive knocking only to be ripped away from his arms again for the foreseeable future.
 “It’s okay, we’re safe here.” He consoled her before standing to fetch the visitor. “I’ll be right back, nothing’s gonna happen.” His heavy footing padded from the room. The kitchen clock only read 8 am, the sun was beginning to warm up the suite like it did every morning. 
Bucky could’ve ripped the door from its hinges from how he opened it. He beamed in fake welcoming at the unexpected visitor. He opened the door to Tony’s impatience, the man had the expression of wanting to talk, but frankly, he always has that look on his face. Bucky just really wanted to go back to bed and calm her down.  
“Sorry to break up the honeymoon,” Tony teased, hitting the metal of Bucky’s arm. “Her room’s ready.” He dangled a set of keys in hand. “Key for emergencies but obviously her lock number pad is ready to be adjusted and customized.” 
“Thank you, Tony.” Bucky motioned, taking the keys from him, beginning to shut the door, trying to get him to move along so he could go back and calm her. She was a ticking time bomb and leaving her alone had consequences of its own.
“You know,” He peered his head past the doorway as he halted its closing with the foot of his boot. “I haven’t been able to meet Mrs. Frankenstein. I hear she’s been a real firecracker.” 
“She’s not feeling too well this morning.” Bucky excused once again trying to shut the door. He couldn’t push his luck with Tony. An already rocky relationship, one of which he’s in debt to. Tony could throw them out if he felt like it; out of their home out of the team. Would he ever do that just from Bucky being impolite? No. But it was a bear he didn’t want to poke. 
“So she’s a super soldier too, right?” Tony made his way past the small opening into his room. “From my understanding, rather feral too. I’d love to meet her, at least now that she’s conscious again.” 
“Now, really isn’t the best time, Tony.” Bucky left the door open, trying to guide the persistent man out of his suite. 
“Oh come on, just a little pop in, just saying hi.” Tony nagged. 
“Wait-” Bucky reached out from his arm but it was too late before Tony walked into the bedroom. 
“Oh…” Tony sputtered. Bucky trailed behind him to see her. She didn’t look like her. She didn’t look like anyone; a lifeless carcass being conducted by a disturbed ghost. 
She sat on the chilled morning hardwood, legs crossed as she laid her forehead against the wall, gently pounding it as she mumbled nonsense to herself. 
“Doll?” He echoed as he went to the ground next to her. He kneeled slowly, she was a bull he was trying to corral. A bull who has kicked his ass before and can kick Tony’s as well if she wanted.
“Ya ne znayu kuda poshel soldat.” I don’t know where the Soldat went. “Soldat mne nichego ne skazal.” Soldat didn't tell me anything. “Otpusti menya.” Let go of me.
“Honey,” He murmured, setting a hand on her arm, each hair on her arm raised as goosebumps pricked her skin. He placed the warmth of his non-metal palm against the wall in between her head knocking against it to cushion it softly. She stopped pounding her head and looked up at him. 
“Good morning,” She beamed as her eyes wandered to where Tony stood, wishing to himself he wasn’t nosey. “We have a guest.” 
A red mark began to form on her forehead where she was hitting it. “Are you okay, doll?” His words as gentle as he could force. 
She tilted her head with another fake smile. “Of course, we have a guest.” Her grin borderline malicious at her mind scrambled. 
She was almost mechanical with her movements. “Hi, I’m…” she stood up, raising her hand to Tony. “I’m…” she retorted in confusion. “Um, I’m, uh…” she looked behind her and down to Bucky who was still crotched dumbfounded on the floor. “Who am I?” 
“I’m Tony,” he butted in, shaking her limp hand for a moment. “I was coming to tell you that your own suite is ready, so you can finally get him out of your hair.” 
She furrowed her brows in confusion. “My own place? Why would I leave my husband?” She laughed as if he was telling her a rhetorical joke. “James, get up silly. we have to go pick up our son, he’s waiting for us at the school and I’d hate for him to be waiting by himself.” She conducted herself like a stay-at-home mom from an aged sitcom. 
She slid past him and made her way to the front door. Bucky jumped up quickly and ran behind her. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back into his chest. “Hey, baby come back to me. You’re here with me, you’re out of there. You’re safe.” 
She froze for a moment, breathing heavily. She hadn’t had an episode this bad before. “Sorry…” she whispered in embarrassment. “I don’t… I don’t know what…” 
“It’s not your fault, it’ll get easier.” He whispered. She wedged from his hold and looked back at Tony who just stood in shock for once not knowing what to say. 
“Anyways….” Tony cleared his throat. “I was just coming to drop that off, and let you know it’s available. It’s three over on the left.” He made his way out as she moved out of his path. Tony shut the door behind himself as he made his quick escape, learning his lesson on barging in on the super soldiers. 
She and Bucky stayed quiet for a moment. Unsure how to address the bull that trampled through the room. “Are you...okay?” 
She nodded a lie before moving over into the kitchen digging around the cabinet for the granola bars she liked. “I’m fine, these things happen.” She leaned against the counter as she ate. 
He eyed her for a while, she pretended not to be bothered about what had just happened as she ate. She must feel his eyes on her, but maybe she was too scared to be left unsupervised even for a moment. Maybe her getting her own room was going to be a bad idea. 
Beep beep 
Bucky rolled his eyes at the newest set of distractions before pulling his phone out to see the message.
 ‘We have a conference with the chief of staff to go over the last few missions. Please be in the conference room by ten. Also, this is Steve’ 
He scoffed internally, still upset with his friend. 
‘She just had an episode this morning, I shouldn’t leave her alone like that.’ 
It was instant as another message popped up.
 ‘Andrea just came home from Zimbabwe last night, I’ll wake her up. I’m sure they’d both be excited to actually socialize with someone who wasn’t us.’ 
Andrea, another agent recruited from the Black Widow service Natasha came from.
Bucky wasn’t comfortable with this. He also didn’t want to go to a meeting. He didn’t like leaving her, but bringing her wasn’t an option. His phone beeped again. 
‘Andrea is on her way.’ 
Bucky sighed in defeat once more. Steve was right, recovering might be easier if she made a real friend. But Andrea’s often wandering eyes at unknown women when they went out or worked in the gym made him nervous. He’s never letting her go. But if she’s to socialize with anyone and truly relate to them, Andrea would be the best candidate. “Hey, doll?” 
“What’s hangin’?” She muttered, her mouth filled with food like a feral raccoon. 
God, he was ruined. She just being like this made his heart skip. “I have to go do some stuff today. But my friend Andrea really wants to meet you. So she’s gonna come over and hang out with you.” 
She looked at him with mischievous eyes. “Is that the little blonde girl? The one I yelled at?” 
He shook his head, hiding a gentle chuckle. “No, you’ll like Andrea. She knows Russian and German and god knows how many other languages. She was someone who helped me adapt socially, who wasn’t scared by me, I’m sure she’d be a good influence on you too. ” 
She shrugged before running her tongue over her teeth in frustration. “How much help did she give you?”
“Not in the way I want from you.” He became bold in his remark, she choked on a piece of granola in shock. “You okay?”
“I’m 5 by 5.” She blushed, fixating her gaze on the kitchen linoleum.  
“Good, don’t want you choking, doll.” He smirked, slyly winking that lit a fire in her so easily with his flame. “I’m gonna get ready for this meeting, so if she knocks on the door are you going to be okay to answer?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “I feel better.” 
“Alright doll, gonna go shower if you need something just knock.” He smiled knowing that he was teasing her so innocently. Knowing something as innocent as showering was going to make her blush. He wasn’t sure why he felt so territorial this morning. Why was he so desperate to have her, despite it being his own rules not to? 
She turned to grab her makeup bag as he waltzed into the bathroom, trying to tame the hunger that bloomed inside. But Bucky thought of her in the same way she was trying to suppress. They were so touch starved and yet so close it was killing him and probably his shower drain. 
When he got out she was sitting on the floor beside the couch, surrounded by her various makeup products. She was meticulously staring into the mirror that stood on the coffee table, staring at the canvas of herself. She cleared her throat in response to seeing his figure in the reflection of her glass. He had his towel wrapped loosely around his hips, exposing the well-sculpted body he knew she craved. A happy trail tracing a path from below his towel, his V lines that chiseled his groin. 
“Jesus, Barnes. Quit acting like a whore.” A new voice came into play. He whipped his head in the opposite direction to see Andrea leaned against the kitchen counter as she got into whatever food he had in his fridge, eating like a rabid dog. 
“Didn’t hear you come in, Andrea.” Bucky sighed as he carried himself to the bedroom. 
“It’s almost like I’m a spy.” She gasped with her tone drenched in sarcasm. “Go to your meeting, I got things handled.”
He held his aggression in as he shut the bedroom door behind himself. He was gonna regret having Andrea looking over his girl. He dreaded this meeting. He didn’t want to leave her, the past few days had been bliss with her and as the outside started to creep in the less and less he’s going to be able to control her. 
The entire meeting he dazed in and out of focus. Like always Steve did most of the talking. He did miss seeing his best friend but the grudges he held for his friend were never able to last very long. The minutes on the clock clicked by, each second another excruciating moment. He didn’t realize being an avenger meant countless meetings with old white men who controlled all the power despite not being a part of the firefight. 
“And before I let you gentlemen go,” some security officer in a high rank of command butted in on the video chat. “We are seeing some unauthorized missions hidden in a couple of these files, all HYDRA bases. Care to tell what that’s about?” 
Tony swiftly looked over to Bucky who popped his head up in surprise. Tony was the only person in that meeting who didn’t want to be there even more than Bucky did. Tension changed between the boys as they were trying to telepathically come up with a reason on the spot. 
“Excuse me, but correct me if I’m wrong. The Sokovia Accords were lifted, correct?” Tony leaned back in his chair, taking the lead between the other two dumbfounded men. “Training missions for new Shield and Sword recruits, none of our own was harmed. Every hydra agent was taken out, along with all the files with them. You’re welcome by the way.” 
“Mr. Stark, then why don’t we have these files?” The director scoffed in retaliation. Bucky really wished he knew the difference between all of the officials on the call because their job titles got lost and confused easily when they looked the same. 
“Well, they are all coded.” Steve butted in. For once Steve was lying with suave, unprompted as well. He must really be sorry. 
“Then find someone to uncode them. You’re the Avengers for Christ’s sake, we shouldn’t have to hold your hand through every step.” The bolding counsel member rang out his wrists. 
“We have someone uncoding them actually,” Tony pointed out. Steve and Bucky looked at Tony with silent tense stares. “A recent ex-hydra agent who was forced to join them against her will has kindly joined us and she’ll be decoding all of the messages.” 
Bucky grit his jaw tight. She was pardoned yet, she was no longer under their radar. She was no longer his secret girl. 
“Is that so?” The older man on the call who Bucky couldn’t remember their name replied. “Who is this girl? Why haven’t we heard about her before?” 
“Y/N Y/L/N,” Tony jumped in. “And we knew our conference was coming up so we figured we’d let you know then.” 
Bucky clenched his fists in his lap and kept his eyes down to the table to keep from showing his growing anger. 
“Well, I for one would like to know more about her. Her loyalty for starters, we need to make sure she’s not a security threat.” Another official chimed in. 
“Don’t worry, she’s fine and dandy.” Tony stood from the table walking over to the computer that was projecting the call. “Anyway, we got a blast, TTYL.” 
“Jesus, you guys withheld it from them too.” Tony sighed after the video call clicked out and walked back to his seat. “I thought you were working with the embassy on getting her pardoned.” 
“She's been here for a week, for Christ's sake. You saw how she was this morning. If you set her up in front of a jury they won’t grant her shit.” Bucky slammed his hands on the table, the metal one indenting the edge of the fine mahogany. 
Tony was once again tongue-tied in silence over the situation. “You guys are digging yourselves deeper and deeper in this. I can’t bail you out every time.”
“Would you have left Pepper there?” Bucky shook his head at Tony’s hypocrisy. “Would you honest to god leave Pepper in there? Would you have left the mother of your child in there?” 
“I’d burn the place down before I’d let that happen.” Tony acknowledged. “What was she rambling about this morning? Said you guys had to pick up your son from school?” 
Bucky shut his eyes for a moment. He was walking on a tightrope with the ends beginning to fray. “She was a part of a Super Soldier breeding experiment.” 
Tony looked off to the side. Tony didn’t want to go into further explaAndreaion, he didn’t want to know the reality of the man he was trying to grow from. “Did any of them… Stick?” 
Bucky cleared his throat in pain. He hasn’t spoken of this to anyone ever. She obviously knew, but they hadn’t talked about it since. “Most of them did.” 
“So there’s gonna be more Hydra bases we bust into?” Tony nodded. Steve felt his heart lurch from his stomach at the reality that went further than anyone else knew. 
“No.” 
Bucky pounded his fists against the punching bag. He couldn’t go back to his room, back to her in the state he was. He needed to be strong, for her. The bag creaked against its hook on the brink of falling. Tony had developed a new line of ‘super-soldier friendly workout equipment’ for their gym because he got tired of replacing the machines he and Steve overworked. 
The afternoon was when the compound’s gym was at its busiest. But most agents were too scared to get in his way. Being scary did have its perks. 
“Um, Bucky?” A cautious voice chirped behind him. He grabbed the bag to stabilize it from swinging back, plucking one earbud out.
“Elise…” He cleared his throat in surprise. Why wasn’t she running away from him in terror like a normal person? 
“I just wanted to talk about the other day…” She looked down at her feet nervously. “I really like you, but I don’t think I can continue this.” He never realized how short Elise was in comparison to himself until he spent so much time with his girl. “You played me for months even if you never found her, you still looked for your ex honey while carrying me along. I don’t deserve this, she doesn’t deserve this.” 
“You’re right,” he sighed, beginning to unwrap the bandaging on his fists. “I never thought I’d find her. I remembered her so suddenly. I was looking for a death file, I was looking for closure and there she was.” 
“I respect you as a soldier, but I’m not getting tangled up in your stuff.” She was level-headed like she spent hours rehearsing talking points in the mirror. “She’s not a toy, she needs help. Help you can’t give her. If you love her like you’re claiming you do, you shouldn’t have kept me on the side. If you love her you need to get her to Wakanda where they took you.” 
He scoffed at her pretentious tone. “I’m not going to ask the princess of Wakanda to run a rehab facility for long-lost super soldiers.” 
“It’s something to look into.” She crossed her hands over her chest. “If I had the chance to bring Jose back, damaged or not I’d do anything to help him recover.”
Jose… Her husband. He was captured in a middle eastern country during a raid 2 years prior to the snap. They used him as an example, sent the video of his torture to the US. But the military will always be strict on "we do not negotiate with terrorists", so the next video they sent was their finale piece as the torture grew to its bloodiest and its end. 
“I can take care of her myself,” Bucky grunted. Who does she think she is? She doesn’t even know her, why in the hell was she telling him what he can and can’t do with his girl. “I’m sorry, ok? I shouldn’t have gone around you like that, you’re right. But taking care of her isn’t that simple. She has a complex past.”
“Look James, I don’t know how much of what she said was accurate,” She sighed, scratching at her forehead in frustration. “But if… If what she says is the genuine truth, never let me find out.” 
They stood in thick silence for a moment as the motions of the gym continued. “I’ll see you on the field, Soldier.” She gave a fake punch to his real arm. “Treat her good.” 
“See you on the field.” He chuckled. 
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“So how’s the tin man in the sack?” Andrea blurted out after she finished her food scavenger hunt around their kitchenette. He’d been gone for a while, and by now I was curling the last strand of hair after my makeup had finished. “I always thought he’d be pretty feral.” 
I grew uncomfortable at her crudeness. “I don’t remember.” 
Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie. Although I don’t remember explicit details I remember the pleasure. I remember him being feral. When he’d come back to their fake home from a mission and take me apart savagely. I’d be wrapped around him as he fucked into me with bruising thrusts, the sound of his aggressive grunts filling the room and playing in my ear, the feeling of his burning skin, and the cool contrast of the metal against me. 
“Have you not fucked since you got back?” She looked appalled by our celibacy the same way Tony had. 
“He doesn’t want to…” I whispered, holding back my tears because I was in front of a stranger and also I had just done my makeup. 
“Baby, you’re a total smoke show. I mean I can volunteer and eat you out on the couch right now. We can leave a stain so every time he sees it he knows he should’ve ponied up.” She purred. A blush burned my cheeks as my breath hitched at the idea. 
Being gay was still becoming somewhat beginning to be accepted by the public back in my day, but barely. I always ignored my secret secondhand lust for women, it’d be easier that way. I was still attracted to men, especially Bucky, but it was just easier to ignore that skeleton in the closet.
“I’m just teasing, baby doll.” She giggled at my apparent frustration. “I mean unless you ever change your mind.” 
“Thank you for the offer but I love bucky.” I smiled thinking about my love. And God how badly I wanted to pull his towel down this morning and take his thick throbbing- 
“But yeah, what’s the deal with him? I figured he’d be jumping your bones whenever he could.” She glanced around at my makeup. 
“He says I need to learn how to heal before...that. I need to learn how to not use my body to cope or to barter myself off so easily as he says.” The hurt riddled my tone despite my efforts to hide it as I turned my curling iron off, letting it cool before putting it away. 
“That’s bullshit,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re in charge of your own body. Why does he think he can tell you what you can and can’t do?” 
I shrugged just wanting the conversation to end at the sake of my emotions becoming overwhelming. I grabbed the can of Aqua Net before spraying the cloud throughout my hair, running my fingers and teasing at the roots. 
“The man, his name was Tony, I guess had a separate room prepared for me. He dropped the keys this morning.” I began to pack up my makeup mess. “But I don’t want to leave Bucky. But he’s so stuck about wanting me to be my own person he’s not realizing how much he’s hurting me.” 
“I think you should.” Andrea encouraged. “Let him chase you back. He’s already whipped for you, let him suffer just a smidge more till he can’t keep his hands off you.” 
I admired the thought and enjoyed thinking of him being needy for me. “I just don’t think he’s attracted to me anymore. Now in the outside world, he can have whoever he wants. Before, his options were quite limited.” I explained my deepest fear. 
“Why don’t you go confront him? His meeting is for sure done by now. He’s probably at the gym, he usually likes to work out his confined anger after conference calls.” Andrea reaches her arm out to collect my hand. 
“FRIDAY,” Andrea hollered aloud signaling the invisible AI. “What is James Barnes’ location?” 
I flinched at the overbearing voice that played back. “Sergeant James Barnes is in the gym.” 
“What the fuck?” I whispered, still not used to the ever-growing technology. I followed Andrea’s beeline out the door hesitantly. I didn’t like leaving our room. I was safe there. I was safe in there where Bucky knew where I was and nothing could get in. 
I ignored the way my skin crawled in anxiety as I trailed behind the spritely spy. This place was practically a maze, dragging me with her till a set of elevators. As if leaving the room wasn’t scary enough of course there had to be elevators. 
“C’mon,” she waved her arm in signal for me to follow her into the elevator as my feet were stiffly planted into the ground outside its doors. “What are you scared of elevators?” 
I shook my head with embarrassment as I dragged my feet which felt like cinder blocks into the steel trap of death. As the doors shut I squeezed the point of my nails into my palm. The AI spoke once more confirming the floor the Russian spy had selected. 
“Are you seriously scared?” 
“No,” I grunted before forcing my posture to straighten in fake confidence. My eyes darted into the digital panel showing how many floors they’d passed. “Why’d the FRIDAY call his Sergeant James Barnes?” 
“Because… He was a sergeant?” Andrea looked at me confused. “During World War ll. Did he not tell you?” 
“I, um, I…” I stammered. “Well I only met James a week ago, I know a little bit about who he was before. But he won’t talk about it.” 
“Ugh,” Andrea scoffed as the elevator pinged at their arrival. “Men are awful. They think that pretending to not care makes them look so big and strong but really they’re fragile little things.” I followed her speedy trail as she roamed with a purpose. “Don’t take no for an answer, men will walk on their hands and knees across broken glass for pussy. Let him know what you want. Don’t take no for an answer.” 
“Don’t take no for an answer,” I repeated trying to fake confidence as I trailed behind. “I don’t want him to be mad. I left the room when he told me not to.”
As we approached a set of wide double doors she turned and gave a look of confusion and almost disgust. “He can’t tell you when and where you’re allowed to be. This isn’t the 40’s anymore.” 
I nodded to end the conversation as anxiety stirred uneasiness within me. This just seemed like a backfire was in its destiny. And as my luck pursued, it was. 
“Bucky and Steve’s workout equipment is in the back because they’re custom-designed for them so they’d stop breaking shit.” Andrea chuckled at their caveman habits and capabilities. But I don’t believe she knew I was one of them as well. An unhinged science experiment in the form of punishment. 
As we turned the corner Andrea was the first to spot it. She stuck her hand out in front of me, stopping my trailing in its tracks. I’d only seen her once but Bucky smiling and laughing at the dainty girl named Elise confirmed my sight. 
“Let’s head back,” Andreas's voice was oozing with regret due to her once again sticking her head where it didn’t belong. The smell of the foam, plastic, and sweat grew worse as my ears turned red in fury. 
I swallowed the lump in my throat, not wanting to cry in front of the agents at the gym who I hardly noticed were staring at me till I turned to storm out. My erratic meltdowns and state of arrival must’ve caused gossip from how they looked at me as if they were seeing a mythical being for the first time. 
The echo of my stomps were swallowed by the workout mats I trampled over. I could sense Andrea follow a pace behind along with the judgmental eyes of strangers. Pushing the right glass door open out of the gym, my anger followed my grip and a split cracked through the bottom half of the glass. 
I carried the stack of clothes, transferring them to my new room. If he wants a new girl, a new toy, he’ll fucking have one. 
“Hey,” Bucky’s ridiculously cheery voice approached Andrea and I as we carried my little belongings to my new room. “What’s going on?” His voice quickly changed to anxious. 
“Oh, I’m just switching rooms. Getting out of your hair like, Tony said.” I projected a passive-aggressive smile. “I mean that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? For me to move out and move on from our past from my trauma?” 
“I uhh,” he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t want you to leave, I just gave you the option in case.” 
“In case of what?” I chuckled in anger before walking down the hall to my room, him following closely behind. 
My room was much smaller than his. The less important a tenant is, the smaller their room gets. I figured since my room was basically just a one-bedroom open layout studio. The bed was pressed farthest into the left corner of the room, a large window that they left open on the left wall above the bed, letting the summer breeze breathe through. A tall dresser pressed against the wall adjacent to the bed with a tv perched on top. A desk that held my beauty clutter next to a closed-door, likely a bathroom. I didn’t have a genuine kitchen like he did, only some counters, a cabinet, a small fridge, and a microwave. 
“Why this all of a sudden?” Bucky couldn’t hide the hurt in his tone very well. “Did I do something wrong?” The hurt he was faking at least, if he was so hurt why was he making those classic puppy dog eyes at me. 
“Not everything is about you, James.” I scoffed. I could tell he was starting to pick up that when I was mad at him I only called him James.“You want me to move on, I will. I don’t have a place in your new life and you’ve made that incredibly clear.” The Russian in my voice also sharpened when mad. But that wasn’t a new observation of my habits. 
“That’s not what I want.” He gently took my hand in his. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to be dependent on me.” 
“I always will,” my voice oozed an ache. “Whether you’re beside me or far away, till the day I die my life will always be surrounded by you.” 
Her eyes were heavy with tears as she looked into his own. “I belong dead.” I pulled my hand away from his and stepped back. “Please leave.” 
I unpacked the little things I had along the shelves as Andrea sat on the bed, setting up different streaming sites and apps for me. She scrolled through the movie options available while I disassociated in the organization, turning my glance from time to time to the setting sun through the cracks of the blinds. Beams of golden orange. After several lifetimes being trapped in a dark cell the sun being real felt like a myth. 
“That’s what we should do!” Andrea broke the empty silence. I turned to see a title she clicked on Footloose. 
“Break the law so we can have a prom?” I asked. How did I know that movie? It was only the first 15 minutes of the film. 
“No,” Andrea rolled her eyes. “Go dancing! Get dolled up and get drinks and go dance.” 
“I dunno,” I stammered, dragging my thumbs along each other. “What if something happens? I’m not exactly pardoned yet.” 
“I promise, things will be okay.” She stood from the bed. “Nothing like dressing skanky, getting drunk, and shaking your ass to make you feel better about a boy.” 
“Um, okay…” 
The club, The Inferno, was filled with bright, blinding, and colorful lights. People were packed, practically touching the closer the crowd drew towards the stage where a DJ was set. The way he flicked the records filled me with frustration. He’s a poser, that’s fake, that’s not how you spin records. 
How did I know that? How did I know the specifics of his technique from a distance was fake? 
I followed Andrea closely, she led with her hand loosely on mine pulled back around herself. I kept upright barely balancing on the heels of hers. She was only a size smaller than me, my feet cramped in the already uncomfortable shoes like one of Cinderella's ugly stepsisters. Shoes that weren’t boots made for an assassin's combat or basic barefoot felt so foreign. 
The tight dress was one I snuck into Bucky’s shopping spree, ending at the upper thigh with a slit running a few inches on the side. A maroon shade of silk with a spaghetti strap and a low cut back, with bunching around the breasts. My hair was an outlandish curl, feeling absurd when I’d get stray compliments on “how totally 80’s it looked”. 
Andrea flourished in a classic little black dress and a red lip. She knew that she could bring men and women to their knees below her. The feeling of attraction towards Andrea was also foreign. One burrowed deep inside from lack of exposure to gorgeous women. 
“I’m gonna get two screwdrivers please,” Andrea ordered in a broadcasted voice drawing attention from the busy bartender as she flipped a black metal card between her fingers. But Andrea’s appearance could draw a wandering glance from even the blind. 
Looking around at the rambunctious crowd, a shiver drew up my spine in a memory. Only one from a few years ago. 
A dress similar to the one she wore, but much more naturally done up hair and makeup. But a dagger and a vial of poison strapped against my thigh. In a hectically busy club in some European country, sitting in the lap of a revolting man in a private VIP section. I pretended to laugh at his poor jokes and ignore the wretched smell of the cigar on his breath. An arms dealer that was being suspected of insubordiAndreaion. The balding man with the protruding stomach that practically pushed me off his lap was speaking loudly to his cohorts in some language I wasn’t the most fluent in. But enough I could understand the conversation when needed. But regardless of being perfectly fluent, the mission remained the same no matter what.
“Doll,” the man snapped his fingers. I hid my cringe at the grossly familiar name. 
Oh, how my Soldat used to whisper the pet name in my ear as he held one hand against my thigh keeping it spread wide and his other cupping my jaw, taking every excuse he could to touch every inch of me. They told me he abandoned me, but I know he’d never do that. They only did it to be cruel, to fuel a fire that burned brighter than one in hell. It was easier for me to accept his death than to fathom the chance he escaped and still hadn’t found me two years later. 
“Go to the bar, grab another round of drinks for us and my men.” He nodded in the direction of the bar. I simply nodded before sliding from his lap, adjusting my dress to the new position. His hand slapped against my ass and I could barely keep myself from reaching behind me and breaking his wrist.
 I only turned and gave a small giggle. “You’re so naughty.” It was my role to feed into a ditzy persona. A mob wife in training. But as I turned from the table of men and was let out of the VIP area by the tall bouncer, a scowl dropped my cheeks. Walking to the bar where a female bartender attended. “Another round of what they had last time.” 
She nodded too startled by the group of the most dangerous men in the country to forget their order. She aligned each glass of top-shelf whiskey along with a tray for me to carry back with ease. As I fetched the card the mobster tucked into the cleavage of my chest to payfor the drink, I purposely dropped it to the ground. 
“I’m such a clutz!” I chuckled in a fake tipsy state. Leaning down to the sticky club floor, I slipped the vial of poison from under my dress, concealing it in the palm of my hand. As I handed her the card, as she turned her back to the touchpad on the inner line of the bar turned back away from me, I was quick to shimmy to the clear liquid which would dissolve tasteless, into each drink. Well all except one. But I wasn’t fast enough. She turned and met my gaze before my hand poured the nearly empty tube containment into the glasses. 
A smirk played on her lips unexpectedly. “Have a good night.” She hummed in an impressed manner. Almost in a sense of pride like she was glad I was taking out the men. She thought I’d be doing so in a Robin Hood vengeful way and not in a way that helped an organization more maniacal than any of the men would be in this lifetime. 
Shortly after the drinks were delivered, the rest of his men ran in distress at the sharp pains buried in their intestines that would soon end their lives. I slid the dagger into his round stomach. I watched the confusion from the fleeing of his men turn into fear of the angel of death that was awaiting him. 
I leaned in towards his ear, covering his face of pain like a lustful lover and I could feel his chattering breath along my neck. 
“Hail Hydra.” 
“Hey! You in there?” Andrea waved her hands in front of my face drawing me out of my relentless time travel paralysis. 
“Sorry,” I cleared my throat as she ushered me closer to the dance floor. “Andrea, I’m not exactly a dancer.” 
“You’re a hot girl with a great rack, it doesn’t matter how well you can dance.” She yelled per the music that vibrated the air. 
“My ears!” I whined in pain, dropping my drink to the already sticky club floor as I clapped my hands over my ears.
A moment of realization hit her expression. “You have the super soldier hearing.” She clasped her hand around my arm, dragging me to the left of the overwhelming crowd. Not having made it too deep into the hoards of people, it was a quick transition. 
An array of filled tables and booths with cracked burgundy leather seating littered with overheated intoxicated stragglers. “Are you okay?” Andrea brushed her and over my hair. I nodded gently. Hearing had always been my weakness, it had always been more sensitive than Bucky’s had. Another quirk of the different variants of serum. 
“You alright, darlin’?” A southern voice came behind Andrea. A tall man with a tan cowboy hat perched on his head over his black hair. Another man with another cowboy hat with blonde hair and in a flannel followed behind him, both carrying beer bottles. 
“The music got too loud.” Andrea sighed in concern for my well-being. “She’s fine, just needed to take a breather.” 
“Well, why don’t we buy you a drink, little lady?” The taller one crouched down to me. I nodded again this time with a gentle smile at his kindness. “I’m Daryl, my buddy here is Jack.” 
“Well hello, boys.” Andrea grinned. “For safety reasons, I’ll go grab her another drink.” 
“Good, it’s nice knowing you’re being safe. It’s a dangerous world out there.” Jack grinned. “It ain’t easy being a lady nowadays.”
“Well, we can handle ourselves.” Andrea downed her drink in one gulp. “Now what was that about buying us some more drinks?” Andrea linked her arm around Daryl’s as they led off to the bar. 
Jack sat down at the booth I was in. “I’m sorry, I just had a bit of a rough day.” I scratched at my scalp, a common tick of mine when nervous. 
“That’s alright, honey bee. Lemme guess, a boy got you down?” Jack beamed with southern hospitality. 
“Something like that, yeah.” I smiled at his kindness. “We recently reconnected after being apart for the past couple of years and I just don’t think I’m the girl he fell in love with way back when.” Consoling to a complete stranger felt more peaceful than any doctor they’d force me to speak to. 
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“I can’t believe Andrea could be so reckless,” Bucky grumbled approaching the loud bright club with Sam by his side. “I have no clue why she’s acting like this. We were perfectly fine last night.”      
The lights, pink and purple flashing between the party-goers. This club was packed, the bouncer had only let them slide through because they were Avengers. Sometimes subtle name dropping and press appearances paid off. He could feel the ground vibrate under his feet as the beat and the bass pulsated in sync with the DJ. 
Going dancing was a lot different in his time than it was in his. He’d love to take his doll dancing the way he thought of dancing. A pretty swing dress that would hug her figure and make him lightheaded. Bringing her flowers she’d keep in a vase on her bedside stand so when she’d look over to them in the long lonely hours of the night she’d think of him pressed so close to her. At the end of the night filled with laughs and longing looks he’d press a kiss on her lips, a gentle hand on her waist, feeling like the moon above them would drop out of the sky and he wouldn’t notice a blink. He’d walk home with a dumb smile on his face and stop by Steve’s to wake him up and tell him every detail of the girl he knew was going to fall madly in love with. 
He’d wear his olive-green uniform like he did the night before he was shipped off. The night he considered the last night of his real life. The last night James, call-me-Bucky Barnes, the known lady’s man, the guy who’d help elder widows in the neighborhood with household handy work, was alive. The man who would work summers down by the docks for some extra cash and would be viewed as a charitable man just for being friends with Steve, but in reality, Steve was the charitable one to put up with Bucky. 
Seeing the way people danced in this club felt so foreign and obscene to him. Times were different, that was no secret, standards and social norms were advanced. But his doll didn’t belong here. He didn’t know what she was wearing if men or women were touching her the way he died for. She belonged to him, every inch of her, and he’d bury anyone 6 feet under for her in an instant. 
“I’m gonna check at the bar,” Bucky shouted next to Sam loud enough for him to hear. “And if they’re not over there I’ll ask the bartenders.” He clapped his hand to Sam’s shoulder as he left. “She has the white streak in her hair. She shouldn’t be too hard to spot.” 
Bucky shuffled his way towards the bar, weaving around drunk party-goers. The bar wasn’t as slammed as he figured, a wave of customers must’ve finished and now the busy staff would await in preparation for the next tsunami of drunks. But nevertheless, the bar was still surrounded. 
Bucky ducked his head around to the faces at the bar. Mainly men, only a few women, none of which resembled his girl. Two men next to him with cowboy hats looking like they belonged on the cover of some cheesy dime store erotica novel about a western timepiece. They both stood against the counter as one of the bartenders collected rounds of drinks to fill their circular tray. For a moment Bucky thought they might’ve even worked there. 
“It’s taken like six pills but I think it’s starting to kick in for her.” The one closest to Bucky with blonde hair told his friend loud enough. “Every time we’ve used the pills it only takes like one. How the hell has it taken six?” 
He was going to temporarily abandon his initial mission once he could stalk the men to the women they were going to assault. He couldn’t just let it slide past him. 
“Well shit, we are close to that Avengers’ freak camp.” The other next to him with black hair added. “She might be one of them mutant fucks, goddamn unholy abominations. I’m pretty sure the girl she’s with might be one of the Avengers too, but she’s only needed one pill. You’ll have to get her out of here soon before the people catch on.”
Bucky’s blood grew cold. No, it couldn’t be her, a coincidence, please fucking god, not her. 
“If she’s one of them mutant fucks, filming it could get us a lot more money.” The blonde nodded. “Don’t film that Avenger though, too risky to get investigated.” 
Bucky could feel a burn of bile rising in his chest as he listened to men and their diabolical plans. Even if it was strange girls being mistaken for heroes, it made his ears turn red in fury and anger to hear. 
“Six fuckin’ pills?” The black-haired one questioned. “Are you sure she’s drinking them? Are you sure you’re giving all of them to the same girl?”
“Yeah, the girl with that 90’s hair with that white streak in it.”
Bucky hadn’t noticed his hand had taken the bar’s rail at some point until he felt the metal crush under his hands. These men aren’t going to survive this. Bucky isn’t going to let them. 
Finishing their conversation was all an ear ringing blur to him. But he made no mistake of following close behind them, he didn’t care if the fucks knew they were followed even though they were trapped in their own world. 
He trailed behind them, following to a section of secluded booths. His eyes quickly pin-pointed his girl. God, she looked so fucking pretty. Fuck, she looked so fucking pretty. Pretty enough he had to snap out of his love sick gaze as she saw her drowsy behavior taking effect. 
Her hands rubbed around the back of her neck, her chest showing more cleavage than he was comfortable with covered in hives, her eyes fighting to stay open. As the wannabe cowboys slid into the booth Bucky used his mechanical hand to grab the back of the blonde’s neck, ripping him out of the seat and onto the ground. His girl looked up at him with loving eyes as she saw him there. 
The other, the one with the black hair, stood from his seat on the other side of the table where he had a nearly unconscious Andrea caged in. Bucky swung back and threw his mechanical fist, landing across his face, flying him back even farther than the blonde was thrown. Gasps echoed through the crowd as they cleared their way from the brawl. 
As He knelt down, grabbing the collar of the blonde’s cheap flannel, he smashed his fist even harder across his jaw. “That’s my fucking wife!” Bucky yelled, landing a punch in his stomach, hearing the sound of ribs cracking.
The cowboy with the dark hair and the bleeding face, ran to tackle Bucky, knocking him away from towering over his buddy. Bucky grabbed the man’s waist as he straddled over him, flipping him overhead sending him skidding across the floor.
Sam came quickly running over to Bucky, grabbing him holding him back from killing the men he was on the brink of doing. “What the fuck!”
“They drugged them, they were going to rape them.” Bucky’s voice broke as he felt disgusted wreck his body at the image. As he looked up to the gawking surrounded crowd he saw the array of phones all filming the violence. 
He could picture the headline now: The Winter Soldier strikes again. The Winter Soldier is still a murderer. 
“J-James,” A broken Russian voice called out to him. He turned to see his girl stumble off the booth as she tried to crawl to stand. She whimpered as she fell off the seat and collapsed, swiftly he caught most of her fall in his arms as he was still remaining on the ground. “I don’t… I don’t…” 
Bucky saw out of the corner of his eye Sam pull Andrea’s unconscious body from the other side of the table, carrying her body in his arms. He watched the pain in his eyes, as it was no secret that Sam was hopelessly crushing on Andrea. Bucky quickly followed, picking up her body so feeble in his hold. 
Those that watched behind their phones, more concerned with catching the footage than helping the drugged women, cleared out of their way as the two Avengers stormed out. He walked around the rapists’ body, slightly relieved and slightly mad that he could see them breathing. 
His girl whimpered and cried in his arms, as she slightly shook while the men ran to Sam’s red Camaro. “Keep your eyes open baby, stay awake, don’t fall asleep on me.” He begged as they came to his sports car. 
Sam quickly laid Andrea in the back while Bucky kept his girl laid in his arms. “Stay awake for me baby. You’re safe, stay awake.”
By the time they got back to the compound, what was originally a 20-minute drive now shaved down to 10, she had come to, fully sober as the drugs faded from her system quickly thanks to the serum. But she stayed sobbing in his arms in terror. 
“Get Andrea to the med-bay,” Bucky ordered as workers the few live-in staff swarmed to the men. “I’m taking her up to my room, she doesn’t need to be poked and prodded more than she already has.” 
He held her for at least an hour as she sobbed in his arms. He laid in her new bed in her new suite that broke his heart only a smidge that she wanted to leave. If she wouldn’t have left none of this would’ve happened. She can’t fucking listen, she needed to be put in place, punished the way he used to punish her, but she wasn’t in the state for it right now. 
Hauling her over his knee or forcing her down to lay against the bed with her ass in the air, spanking her till she’d sob. That’s how he used to do it at least. When she’d fight against his advances in the beginning before she accepted her fate that she belonged to him. Or if she snapped at him or especially a guard, being irresponsible about her fate. He'd slap her or spank her rougher so the guards wouldn’t need to punish her. But most of the time he didn’t get that option. 
But now he fed his fingers through her hair beginning to comb out the curls with her head laid in his lap. He wasn’t sure a human was capable of holding that many tears. But then again she was always a cry baby. He made sure not to wander his gaze to the cleavage of her dress, scared she’d feel him grow and scare her more. 
“C’mon angel, let’s get you changed,” Bucky whispered. She nodded before sitting up in the bed, her eyes red and beginning to grow tired. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of comfortable clothes, grabbing a makeup wipe and a bottle of water on his way back to her. 
“You’re dehydrated, you need to drink some water.” He ordered in a soft tone, she nodded at his command pressing her lips to the bottle. “I’m gonna step outside and let you get changed.”
“Don’t,” She whimpered immediately. “Don’t leave. I don’t care if you see me naked, I’m too weak to change on my own.” Her voice was coarse and broken. 
“Whatever you want, princess.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. He reached behind her slouched back and found the thin zipper, sliding it the base of her spine, watching the way the spaghetti straps fell from her shoulder swooping down her arms. 
Bucky nearly gasped in want as he peeled the dress from her, admiring her perfect breasts he missed swirling devouring in his mouth. His gentle fingers roamed her back to undo the strapless bra. A twist trick he remembered using on broads back in the day that worked instantly every time even without sight. She stood for a moment, using her hand on his shoulder to steady her weak legs as he remained kneeling to slide the dress down her legs for her to step out of. 
“You can take my panties off too.” She mumbled. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
He tried to hide his almost cartoonish gulp as his fingers slid under the band of her thong, the thong he bought her. He had to bite his lip to keep from whining under his breath as he was face to face with the pussy he missed so much. He wanted to throw her back down on the bed and wear her thighs as earmuffs till she cried for him. But now wasn’t the time. 
She held her clean panties in front of him and he internally dreaded dressing her. He slid the panties up her legs after stepping into them and repeated with the baggy sweatpants. When he stood she sat back down on the bed and raised her arms for him to slide the right tank top over her breasts where he could see the peaks of her breasts point through. 
“You did such a good job getting dressed for me.” Bucky praised, punctuating with a kiss on her forehead. He grabbed the pack of makeup wipes next and gently held her chin to raise her head to look at him. She fluttered her eyes shut as he stroked her face with the makeup wipe. He enjoyed the way he leaned into his touch. “Your makeup is cleaned up. Now let’s tuck you into bed.” He pulled her sheets back signaling for her to crawl in. 
“Bucky,” her gentle Russian accent was wavering. “Please stay the night. I can’t sleep alone, not tonight at least.” She begged. 
He mumbled a yes before stripping down to his boxers, glad that his half-growing erection was flaccid now. She held the sheets open for him to crawl underneath. She was quick to curl into his chest and breathe in his scent deeply and it made him internally chuckle. 
“I have to play a show while I sleep like you do. I don’t do well in silence.” She motioned for Bucky to hand her the remote on the nightstand. She’d gotten so accustomed to sleeping with the tv on because of him. 
Bucky helped her navigate to a streaming service choosing an early 2000’s show about a quirky mother and daughter living in a small town with rich grandparents they had dinner with once a week. The show drew soft giggles from her occasionally at comedic moments. 
“Detka,” Baby.  Why did you go to the club tonight? Why were you mad at me?” He felt vulnerable prying but it’s all that ran through his mind. 
“I saw you earlier, with the blonde girl. I went to tell you how I feel and the ceiling computer or whatever it is told me you were in the gym. I went to see you and saw you with her and it infuriated me.”
He sighed in pain imagining how horrible she must’ve felt. “I was talking with her to close things up. We discussed my love for you and I apologize for hurting her when I wanted you. I wanted to make amends. Amends is kinda something I’ve been working on lately.” 
“Is that why when I came back you were angry and you left?” 
He felt her nod against his chest. “I just feel like you don’t want me anymore.” 
“Kukla,” Doll. “You'll be mine till the day I die. Whether you like it or not you’ll always belong to me and nothing will keep you from me ever again.” 
  A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I would love to hear feed back. Also on my account time to time I post little quips of future chapter I’ll randomly write. Like I’ve said previously current Bucky won’t inherently be dark just more toxic and controlling, when referring to flashbacks of him as winter soldier is where it’s dark. Andrea is an OC. Also I included a few quotes from Bride of Frankenstein since obviously it’s a spin off of the classic. Taglist is open but I prefer if you send in an ask so I can keep track of it easier. Also when I refer to her as having big 80’s hair I mean like the classic bouncy curls mainly like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Request: “Can you do Draco x Hufflepuff reader fluff where they’re cuddling together and all he wants to do is make her laugh because she failed an exam earlier that day so he’s trying to do everything he can to cheer her up and overall it’s just super fluffy? Thank you have a great day❤️❤️”
Summary: After (Y/N) has a rather unfortunate week, Draco does everything in his power to change that. In a way, he was (Y/n)’s own little Felix Felicis.
A/N: This was my first request so I was a bit nervous writing it! I enjoyed every bit though, this was a very cute request. I hope it was everything you wanted and more anon <3
If (Y/n) didn't know any better, she would've claimed that the world had it out for her. And after the week she had, who would have blamed her? On Monday in potions, she had stirred the wrong way causing a reaction that made her eyebrows disappear(thank god for makeup). On Tuesday, she had slipped and fallen in the great hall which caused a chorus of laughter from every house, including her fellow Hufflepuffs. Wednesday, well, nothing happened. She felt relieved. She had answered a question correctly in DADA, had a free period that overlapped with her friends, and had taken an exam in potions which in her opinion was very easy! Her stroke of bad luck was no more! She was ecstatic...until Thursday came around. If she had thought the rest of the week was bad, then Thursday was absolutely fucking dreadful. Her day started off fine, she woke up, got dressed, and put on her favorite perfume. She didn’t use it often, only when she expected the day to be amazing 
That hopeful feeling of luck was short lived and ended by the time she got to the great hall. The Weasley twins had rigged a prank on the wrong person which resulted in her face being stained blue, when she got to her first class her seat was taken by someone else which she didn’t have a problem with. That was until she noticed the only seat left was near Fletcher Digby, who was known for his noticeable...odor that was...to put it nicely, absolutely putrid. By the end of her day, she had gathered up a broken shoe, a run in her stockings, a rip in her blouse, and the blue tint to her face had somehow gotten worse - which she later found out was sweat activated. (Y/n) was usually very optimistic. Even during the cloudiest of days or saddest of times she was always there to offer encouraging words and a smile. If a fellow Hufflepuff was sick, she’d often bake them something with the house elves or give them the last of her sweets from Honeydukes. She even did this for people in other houses as well, a ‘Get Well Soon!’ card attached along with it. That’s what her boyfriend, Draco, loved about her.
She was his light in all the darkness, the candle to his flame. When she came into his life, she taught him many things. His love for her was deep and pure and anyone would be a fool not to notice. That’s why Draco was concerned when he started to see her throughout the week less and less. During the school day, they didn’t have any classes together but even then he’d always wave or smile to her during hallpassing. He’d leave a kiss on her forehead in the great hall before heading to his own table and waited for her after her last class of the day on Friday. So when Draco found himself waiting a lot longer than usual outside of the potion’s room he grew concerned. He pushed past a few students entering the room. His smile dropped when there was no one left in the room but Fletcher Digby. Come to think of it, had he seen her at all today? He assumed she came to the great hall late but now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen her leave with her friends. There were no quick pecks during hallpassing, winks when they saw each other. He quickly strode the halls, looking for her. He was worried, it wasn’t like (y/n) to just miss a day of class with no warning or explanation prior. 
“Hannah, have you seen (Y/n)? I haven’t seen her all day and I'm growing quite worried.” He said pulling the Hufflepuff off to the side. If anyone were to know where she was, surely her roommate would. The girl took a moment to think. 
“Hm, no. I haven’t seen her since this morning. Before I left the dorm, she was still sleeping. She was really distraught last night so I’m not surprised she decided to stay in. However, I do admit that is completely unlike her.” She offered him a sympathetic smile as he thanked her before heading in the direction of the girls dormitory.
He knocked on the door, finding it to not be locked as it popped open. He walked in only to find that her bed was empty. The only person to be found was Luna, who was holding (Y/n)’s favorite stuffed giraffe (one he had given to her as a present once). She hadn’t noticed him yet but wasn’t phased when he let out a sharp, “What are you doing with that?” she simply turned around and offered him a soft grin.
“Hello Draco, (Y/n) asked me to bring this to her. She was having a terribly bad case of wrackspurts today. One of the worst cases I’ve seen really. So she went where she usually does when she has a bad day although, I think you should bring it to her now that you’re here. Also give her this, it’s a good luck charm I made for her. It should get rid of the wrackspurts and bring luck along with it.” She spoke, handing him the stuffed giraffe and a necklace with a peculiar charm made of tiger’s eye. He looked at it for a sec before taking it, offering her a nod before heading off where he knew you’d be.
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You sat cross legged on the old, comfy couch, drinking the cup of chamomile and lavender tea Hagrid had brought to you. You had grown quite close to the gentle giant throughout your years at Hogwarts. During your first year, you were having an awful day, not as bad as the week you were currently going through but still quite a bad one. You were homesick and missed your family dearly. Your housemates tried to cheer you up with treats and kind words and although you appreciated them dearly, nothing could stop the tears from flowing. That’s when Luna came in, she brought you straight to Hagrid’s hut and explained your dilemma. He welcomed you both in, brewing you tea and offering whatever treats he had. Soon enough, your tears stopped. Hagrid’s hut slowly started to become your home away from home as he offered it to you whenever you liked without asking any questions if you weren’t willing to talk.
Usually, you’d slowly start to tell him what was wrong but today was one of those silent days. Many would expect Hagrid to be absolutely horrid with emotions but, he had like a 6th sense when it came to them. He decided to leave you alone for a few hours, tending to his duties. When he came back, he had gotten you your favorite dessert from the house elves. They were always more than willing to send and make you things because of how kind and helpful you were to them. You sipped at your tea as you softly pet Fang’s head which was resting in your lap. You and Fang’s heads both perked up as you heard a knock at the door. Hagrid walked to the door to see who it was.
“Ah, I figured I would see ya sometime soon.” he said, stepping to the side to let whoever it was in. Draco stepped into the small hut, closing the door as he came to sit near you on the couch. You instantly threw yourself into his arms which in turn, caused him to wrap his arms around you tightly, placing a kiss on the top of your head as he stroked your back. Hagrid took that as his sign to leave, taking the large dog with him. Draco let you cry a bit, his heart breaking at the noises.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, love. Are you alright? Luna told me to give you these.” He said as he handed the girl her giraffe. She hugged it tightly as he put the charm around her neck. She sat between her lover’s legs sighing. He held her close as she described her day, his heart aching from all that she had to deal with and his mind cursing him for not realizing sooner.
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“And on top of all of that, I failed my potions exam! That wouldn’t have been bad if I hadn’t gone on blabbing to all my friends how well I thought I did on the bloody thing. I just feel like the world has it out for me.” She said looking up at him. He nodded in understanding. He had stayed quiet as she had vent to him, just providing the listening ear she needed. That’s when he got a few ideas. He smiled before standing up, stretching his hand out for the girl to grab.
“Come with me. I’ve got an idea! Quickly, we mustn’t be caught.” He said eagerly as he stared at her. She hesitantly grabbed his hand, setting Georgie, her giraffe, on the couch before she was swiftly dragged out of the hut. Draco pulled his girlfriend along, running as she tried to keep up due to the fact her legs were much shorter.
“Where are we going, Dray?” She asked which prompted a quick “shhh!!” from Draco. They both ran across the grounds of the school, hand in hand as to not be caught. (Y/n) had no idea where he was taking her but she thought anything would be better than moping around the rest of the day. They both tried to contain the wild giggles coming from their mouths as they headed in the direction of Hogsmeade.
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As they finally made it, they both still had smiles on their faces at the rush they had gotten from sneaking off. Draco had tied his tie around the girl’s eyes leading her in the way of whatever wild idea it was that he had. “What if we get caught? Someone is bound to see us.” she said, her face forming a frown at the thought of being caught.
“Oh hush darling, we’ll be fine. Besides if we do happen to get caught in some trouble, I’m sure my father won’t mind bailing us out.” He said, finally removing her blindfold. She opened her eyes to see...Madam Puddifoots? She gave him a strange look. “We’re here to get a laugh out of the things that happen in here, sweets. Trust me, you’ll see. Act natural.” He took her hand, leading her to a small booth. 
Soon enough, she saw and heard what he meant. The sight of all the couples with their peculiar behaviors was quite a laugh. They saw one couple come in with matching crochet sweaters with each others faces on it, another referred to each other as each others “snuggle-boop-kitty-fuzy-wuzzykins”and only that each time they spoke to each other. But along with the odd, mushy, and gushy couples came a few odd breakups too. One man tried to propose by reciting an “original poem” which turned out to be stolen, causing his boyfriend to dump scalding hot tea on his head. Another guy forgot he scheduled dates with 4 different girls at the same spot, on the same day..didn’t end well for him. A few employees had to carry him out on a stretcher as the girls all exchanged numbers.
By the time they were back on their way to the castle, (Y/n) was already in a better mood. She held an ice cream cone in one hand, and Draco’s hand in her other. They both paused coming to the same realization. Although it was easy to sneak out, how would they sneak back in? The couple locked eyes at the same time before Draco picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. (Y/n) made sure her ice cream didn’t fall as her boyfriend sprinted in the shadows, using a passageway she had never seen before to get back into the castle. Once inside, they both held in their giggles, quieting their breathing from the run back to the castle as they made their way to his dorm. By then she had long finished her ice cream as he tossed her on his bed, throwing himself down next to her shortly after. (Y/n) rolled over towards Draco to find him already facing her. The pair sat in silence for a moment before both losing composure. They began to laugh hysterically, to the point where a tear or two was shed. After their little laughing fit, Draco sat up, pulling his girlfriend on top of him. She turned, straddling him as she placed a soft kiss on his lips before resting her head on his shoulder.
“I just wanted to say thank you Draco. Not even just for today but for being there whenever I need you. This was honestly one of the worst weeks of my life but if I’m honest, I’d go through it all again to have another evening like the one we just had.” She said as she nuzzled in deeper, taking in the scent of expensive cologne and cinnamon. Her lover was taken back by her words. She was the only one who made him feel like that. Her words meant more to him than anything in the world. He tightened his grip on her, holding her close to him.
“I’d do it all again and more just to see you happy. Why don’t we make this a regular thing of ours, hm? Every friday, we’ll sneak outside the castle and do whatever we want, indulging to our hearts can’t handle it anymore? Even if not, everyday with you is an adventure, sneaky trips or not.” He said. Draco meant what he said full heartedly, everyday she managed to make his life an adventure, learning new things about himself that he didn’t know were there. It was like he was a canvas and she was the painter, each day, each moment, a different stroke of color on his heart.
Perhaps it was Luna’s good luck charm or perhaps it was them, but from then on out each day seemed luckier than the last when he had his girl on his arm.
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A Thomas Lightwood Bisexual Story (Part 1)
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Takes place AFTER Chain of Gold,so will have spoilers.
Thomas Lightwood was currently at the Devil Tavern,drinking a ginger beer,and trying to understand his own feelings.
He didn't want to admit that he was struggling to understand what was happening to him. After telling Alastair Carstairs to never talk to him again,he expected to feel lighter,the rumors Alastair spreaded about his father were awful,and it caused pain to his family. It made Gideon angry,it made Sophie cry. And yet,there he was,wondering if he was too hard on Alastair.
Couldn't he simply forget all about it? Maybe that was why he asked for the beer in the first place,but then again,getting drunk would only make him forget for a period of time. He would remember eventually.
Still,it wasn't like he had a better idea anyway. The Devil was quite full this night,werewolves screaming and having fun,vampires drinking blood with some kind of weird extra ingredient,not to mention the faeries and their silly giggles.
It was hard to focus on the drinking with all that noise,Polly herself was quite curious when she saw Thomas enter all by himself. He couldn't blame her,The Merry Thieves were always together,it was hard for one of them to show up alone there.
But Thomas desperately needed to be alone. He loved his friends,but James, Matthew and Christopher wouldn't understand what he was going through now,and that was not a surprise for Thomas.
-Give me another one Polly,please.-Thomas asked,Polly stared at him with a concerned expression.
-You sure about this? Aren't your parents worried about you or something?-She asked.
-They always are,but i don't have time for their blabbering,at least not today.-Said Thomas.
-Got it.-Polly said,giving Thomas another ginger beer.
Thomas gave her a weak smile,and drank from his beer. In times like these,he wished he had the same ease Matthew had in getting drunk. Too bad,it would still take a little more for him to get there.
-Mind if i take a seat beside you?-Asked a female voice,unknown to Thomas,but she had a strong accent.
-Not at all.-Thomas said,turning his head to see who was the woman.
She had black hair,almost the same color of James',her eyes were light brown,and her skin light.
But what really caught Thomas' attention was the Voyance Rune on her hand. She was a Shadowhunter.
Thomas knew he couldn't hide his shock for a moment. A Shadowhunter girl in the Devil Tavern? Surely she was either mad or didn't knew of the reputation of the place.
-A fellow Shadowhunter in a place like this? Surely this was the last thing i thought i'd find here.-She said.
Thomas carefully chose his next words. It was kind of weird,he grew up with three women in his house,his mother and his two sisters. It was easy for him to talk with Lucie,Cordelia,even other girls that usually showed up in the balls. So why did it felt weird talking to this one?
-Pardon me,have we met before?-Asked Thomas.
-We did not. Or maybe we did. I can barely remember faces that i see in balls or other occasions.-She said.
Thomas didn't knew what to say. Surely he wasn't expecting anyone besides Polly to talk to him. He never really understood why some people would simply approach him for a conversation.
If Matthew were there,he could chat with the girl himself,or maybe if James were there,he would come up with a excuse to make them leave.
But they were not there,and Thomas had to be a gentleman,or Sophie would consider herself a terrible mother.
-I do believe we have not met before. My name is Thomas Lightwood.-He said,waiting for her answer.
-I am Giovanna Monteverde,pleased to meet you,Thomas. I am relieved to see i will have some company tonight.-She said.
-Monteverde? I think this is the first time i have met one of your family. Which is a little strange,considering that i have lived in Idris for a good part of my life.-Said Thomas.
-It is the first time i meet a Lightwood myself! Though your family is a lot more popular than mine. I do believe it is because of a certain Benedict Lightwood?-She said,smirking.
Thomas nearly blushed.
-Oh yes,there is quite a story there. Not really something us,Lightwoods,appreciate anyway.-Said Thomas.
-I see. Anyways,i have always been at the Rome Institute. Have you ever visited there?-She asked.
-I have not. But what is an Italian Shadowhunter doing in London?-Asked Thomas.
-I turned eighteen a few weeks ago,and i have decided to visit the London Institute. After all,it was here where the Mandikhor attacks happened,was it not?-She asked.
Thomas blinked,he didn't even liked to remember the Mandikhor. Their deadly poison took Barbara from him,and that wound would never heal.
-I see. So you took interest in London due to that? I assure you it was quite an awful time for us all. Luckily,we have an antidote,so if more Mandikhors show up,they won't be able to harm us that way never again.-Said Thomas.
-Oh i took interest in London for many different reasons. I heard balls in this time of the year are absolutely gorgeous. I'm excited to see all by myself.-She said.
But Thomas could barely understand her. The noise was way too loud. To be expected,after all,they were in the Devil Tavern.
-Would you like to talk in a more silent place?-Asked Thomas.
She nodded,and followed him upstairs.
When they got in the room,the thought of being alone with a girl crossed Thomas' mind,causing a strange sensation.
It was a little hard for Thomas to understand himself sometimes. He knew that people were different from each other. Even in aspects,that technically,they should be all the same.
One example was his very cousin,Anna Lightwood. He knew that dressing like a man wasn't the only thing Anna did. He knew she could seduce any girl she wanted,even though she was a girl herself.
But Thomas didn't quite felt like that. He felt attraction to girls,he knew that. But it wasn't only to them. His time in the Shadowhunter Academy made him realize that.
He felt attraction to boys too. But it seemed way too messy to think about that. He wasn't sure of the reactions something like that would cause.
His family did seem to accept that. His Uncle Gabriel and his Aunt Cecily loved Anna,and they got really mad when people used bad words to describe their daughter. All the others seemed to care for Anna the same way. His parents,his cousins too.
Still,Thomas simply didn't felt ready to reveal anything. Perhaps he was still figuring out who he trully was.
-Quite scandalous,isn't it? What would our society think if they saw a lady and a gentleman that do not have an understanding getting in a room together?-She said,laughing.
-Is that a problem for you? Also,we are only having a conversation. How could something like that be scandalous?-Thomas asked.
-Oh,i don't have a problem i assure you. But my parents would definitely have,if they knew i came to a place like this,they would be quite furious with me.-Giovanna said.
-They are not with you? Well,that's not surprising. I went to Madrid all by myself as well.-Said Thomas.
-You did? Well,seems like we have quite a bit of things in common. We are both 18 years old. Both went to different countries to visit different Institutes. And both don't really care about this whole "understanding" thing.-She said.
After Thomas locked the door,Giovanna suddenly kissed him.
It took him a few seconds to understand what was happening there. She was a stranger,still,they were kissing. Maybe he was not crystal clear in his intentions? He really brought her there just to talk.
They broke the kiss,both in need of air. Her lips tasted like alcohol and something sweet,almost like strawberry.
-Don't take me wrong,i don't really do this with every gentleman i see.-She said.
-I think you may have misunderstood me. I wasn't planning on...-Thomas was saying,but he didn't even knew how to finish that sentence.
-I was though. Unless you have an understanding with some lady in London? If you do,i am more than ready to leave.-Giovanna said.
Thomas just stood there for a moment,thinking about the answer he could give her. He could lie,lie and make her leave him alone there. Seemed like the more reasonable thing to do. He was a gentleman,and he didn't want to ruin her reputation,like a man once did with Eugenia.
Still,was that what he really wanted? If she was visiting London,then certainly they would meet again,probably at the Institute at any moment. But he could have this little secret of his.
-Should i leave,Thomas?-She asked again.
Thomas shook his head.
-No.-He said,and kissed her again.
They fought for dominance,deepening the kiss as they moved towards the small bed in the room. It wasn't a big room really,but then,Thomas never thought he would ever do something like this.
Giovanna unbottoned his shirt,revealing Thomas' tanned muscled body,she ran her hands over his chest and his hard abs,it was quite the sensation.
-Raziel bless the Shadowhunter training.-She said,Thomas almost laughed. It was surely something a lady should never say. But he didn't care,and Giovanna didn't seemed to care either.
-Is this okay for you? I truly do not wish to do something you are not okay with.-Thomas said.
-Do not worry,Thomas. Nobody in London knows me,and i don't really care about what people think of me. And it isn't like you are ruining me or anything. I want this too.-She said.
-Very well then.-Thomas said,taking his shirt off and laying with her on the bed.
"The Next Morning"
Thomas woke up with the sunlight on his eyes. He still was at the Devil's,and the memories of the last night invaded his mind.
Giovanna. They had slept together. It was definitely one of the most amazing nights he ever had. Surely one he would never forget.
He wasn't wearing any clothes,and only the bed sheets covered him.
-Damn.-Thomas said,after realizing that all his clothes were scattered on the floor. It was quite a wild night.
He heard footsteps,though he wasn't really sure if he had completely woke up yet. Perhaps he was still sleeping?
-How strange. I don't really remember locking the door after we left.-Said a voice he knew well.
Matthew. What bloody hell was he doing there so early?
-I'm pretty sure we left the key with Thomas.-Said James.
-We didn't find him anywhere though.-Said Christopher.
"Oh bloody damn hell!" Thomas thought,they were all here? And he wasn't even dressed!
-Thankfully,i always bring my spare key with me.-Said Christopher.
There was no time to do anything. They entered the room and saw Thomas in that situation.
All of them looked absolutely in shock. Matthew looked like he was about to laugh. Christopher was blinking quite fast,and James gasped.
-Tom? What on earth? Why is the room this messy? Are these your clothes on the floor?-James asked.
Thomas looked at the window. Alastair crossed his mind. He was probably awake and living his life as if nothing happened. He probably didn't even care if Thomas wouldn't like to talk to him ever again.
Yet,he was still there,on his mind.
Perhaps there was more than just attraction and sex in the world. Perhaps love was an actual possibility.
But Thomas wasn't sure if he would ever figure that out.
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j-hoseok94 · 4 years
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Book:House of Cards
Author:ReyRey
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Four
The question rolled off his tongue a little too easily as I stood stunned and not knowing exactly what to say, I just looked up at his cute little bunny smile. "Uhh.. well..T-This weekend?" I looked down almost not wanting to say yes but also not wanting to lose the chance to find out what he was asking exactly. He kept his eyes on me and i wish that he wasn't so close to me so I could think. I didn't really have anything to do but i had to make it look like i was a busy girl. I chewed on my bottom lip over thinking what he was asking. "Um i'm actually not busy this weekend. Why do you ask?"
His smile growing as he heard what I said. "So what you're saying is you're free?" I nodded as he rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip. I couldn't help but look at his bottom lip looking slightly puffy and as pink as a cherry blossom tree in the middle of spring. They looked irresistible and I knew he was rubbing his thumb there on purpose just so it would draw my attention there.
He chuckled and let his hand fall to his side as he continued to stare. "That's actually great cause Jimin is throwing a party on Saturday and you are now my plus one princess."
My mouth dropped open,"I-I.." Honestly i was at a loss for words, here I was a very shy awkward girl who really only had one friend, and here he was one of the most popular guys in our school asking me to a party. "Great so I'll let you know what time it starts and where it's at. See you on Saturday princess."He pushed a strand from my face and tucked it behind my ear. His touch gentle but intentional, i couldn't breathe and was still in shock as I watched him walk away.
'What the actual fuck just happened?' I asked myself as I started walking home. Soon enough my best friend was there waking next to me. I was still in my thoughts not even really noticing him talking to me about his day. As I pulled myself out of my very puzzled thoughts i listened to what he was saying,"You wouldn't even believe my day Rose! My crush she lent me a pencil! Oh god why is she so freaking pretty i can't even form words, i'm too shy. Rose! Rose? Are you even listening to me?"
I laughed, he acted like such a girl sometimes well to be honest he was only that way around me cause we grew up together and I rubbed off on him. He used to be so serious and he tries too hard, but he is super sweet and whoever ends up with him would be lucky to have him. He's a big teddy bear and way too shy for his own good. I've tried to break him out of his little shell he's formed over the years from the constant rejection, but nothing I do really works. I mean shit ladies he's not ugly and he's always working out so his body was always in tip top shape. Though he is a huge nerd and a dork so i guess why some girls are like ehh. Still he was adorable in his own way.
"I'm listening chipmunk calm down you're acting like a female." He pouted at me calling him a chipmunk but he let it go.
Deepening his voice on purpose,"I'm not a female i'm a man." I died of laughter having to stop in my tracks and hunch over strands of my hair falling forward. "Aw man you're hilarious. How could you even say that when you were practically squealing over a girl lending you a pencil?" I scrunch my eyebrows at him and continued walking wiping the tears that came to my eyes from laughing so hard.He punched my arm,"Hey! Don't be mean." I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, "Oh chipmunk you're adorable sometimes." I giggled as we walked the rest of the way to my house.
~
It was late, maybe around 10 pm i glanced at my passed out best friend he was sprawled across my couch. His long bangs covering one of his eyes as he lightly snored. It was adorable and he looked like a little kid when he was knocked out like this. I grabbed my fluffy blue blanket gently placing it over my best friend as I pushed his bangs from his face, he shifted, I froze fearing that i woke him up but after a moment he resumed his light snoring. I let out my held breath "Pheww that was close.." I tiptoed to my room and climbed into my soft bed making sure to place my phone on it's charger.
BZZ..
I groaned 'I was just getting comfy' I rolled over grabbing my phone and unlocking the screen.
JUNGKOOK:
I'm excited for Saturday princess i hope you are to 😉
I did a double take as i realized it was Jungkook texting me..and it was 10 at night why was he messaging me so late.
ROSE:
WTH it's freaking 10 at night why are you messaging me so late? How did you even get my number?
BZZ..
JUNGKOOK:
It's not that hard for a person like me to get your number sweetheart.
I grew annoyed with his pet names they made me cringe.
ROSE:
Stop calling me weird names creeper. Anyways i never actually said i would go with you soo..
I smirked at my response trying to unleash some of my smart ass qualities ..it wasn't working.
BZZ..
JUNGKOOK:
Aww princess it was never an option. I'm Jungkook i always get what i want and right now i want you. You'll soon realize how you truly feel for me.
I read the text slightly disturbed 'What the hell was he thinking i didn't like him like that, i mean yeah he's hot but i would never date him. How would he 'make me' like what was he gonna do, kidnap me?' i paused at my thoughts as they turned dark. i shook my head 'no he was a creep but he wouldn't stoop that low.'
I decided to leave the conversation at that not wanting to waste time on him. I laid down letting my eyelids close as I drifted to sleep wanting this week to be done with.
~
It was Friday finally and that meant the party was tomorrow. I was actually nervous i had never been to a party let alone invited to one and here one of the biggest fuckboys in school was pretty much making me go. I closed my locker swiftly and locked it as i was about to turn around i heard footsteps stop behind me. I didn't want to turn around what if it was Yoongi he was avoiding me like the plague ever since he lost his temper in the hallway. I took a deep breath,"Why hello Princess how's your day going?" I stifled a groan. Jungkook. I turned around, fast to respond in a smart ass way, but as I turned I was met with three other guys standing around Jungkook. I froze, my mouth agape like an idiot. "What's wrong Rose? Finally have nothing to say back?" I scowled at him clutching my books so tight to my chest causing my boobs to be smashed closer to me. He looked down at my actions, eyebrows raising a small grin forming on his face.
"Don't even think about it!" i scolded him,"What do you want Jungkook?"
"I already told you princess i want you" I rolled my eyes at him ignoring his comment.
"Are you not gonna introduce us to your friend here Kookie?" a very tall angelic man said nudging Jungkook with his elbow. Kookie rolled his eyes now with a scoff,"Sure Taehyung you can meet Rose." The tall guy reached out his hand his half blonde half pink hair looking intentionally messy which only added to angelic features his contacts making him have blue eyes made me melt a little. I smiled weakly up towards him extending my hand out to meet his. He had such big hands but they were soft as fuck. "I'm Taehyung but you can call me Tae. It's nice to finally put a pretty face to the name." He smiled a cute ass boxy smile and I couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed. I giggled maybe a little too much,"Nice to meet you Tae."
Jungkook looking a little irritated,"Well i mind as well introduce everyone then. Hoseok, Jimin this is Rose." I shifted my attention to the other guys standing beside kookie. Hoseok had brown hair and brown eyes, taller than me, but to be fair everyone was taller than me. His smile was like a ray of sunshine as he waved to me. "Hiiiii Rose, You can call me Hobi." I smiled politely and waved back.
Jimin ,who was a few inches taller than me, had purplish grey hair and he had some grey contacts on which complimented his hair. He looked at me sideways checking me out head to toe. "Great choice for your plus one Jungkook. Don't break her alright." He patted Kookie's shoulder and turned to walk away not even giving me another glance. Jungkook looked over his shoulder to Jimin with a chuckle,"No promises ChimChim."
I stared after Jimin wide eyed 'Break her? Wth did he think was gonna happen at this party!' I glared at Jungkook disgusted with his response. I would make him wish he could have me. "I have class I'll see you guys tomorrow at the party right? Tae and Hobi?" They looked at me, smiled and nodded,"Great bye boys." Deciding to be bold and confident for once in my life I built up the courage and I gently brushed my finger under Tae's chin, "I'll see you later handsome." Winking at him i walked right past a very wide eyed Jungkook and ran my finger across Hobi's chest, "You too Hobi."
I continued off to class turning a corner, my confidence faltering as I realized what I just did. I started shaking 'What the fuck was that? Where did that come from? I was just so damn triggered that Jungkook even thought he had a chance. I didn't mean for that to come off that way. Fuck.'
I tried my very best to forget that had even happened. For the rest of the day I stayed to myself not talking much. Last period came and Yoongi actually showed up for class plopping down next to me. He looked over at me. I had my chin resting on my hand and I was fiddling with my pencil not paying any real attention to him. "What's wrong with you? Boyfriend break up with you or something?"
I scrunch my eyebrows and let a light laugh escape my mouth. "What boyfriend? No one here wants to date me." I said in a low voice, not having enough energy to hold my tongue or hide my low self esteem.He scrunched his eyebrows at me looking almost upset at my comment but I just assumed I was over analyzing. I sighed deeply closing my eyes for a moment,"Look, I don't really wanna talk today so i don't care what you do for the project i gave my ideas so do with it what you want. Okay?" He nodded not saying anything else.
I really didn't wanna go to this stupid party tomorrow my anxiety was already high as fuck and now it was taking it's toll on my energy. If I don't go Jungkook would probably show up at my house like the creep he is and drag me out of the house. 'What would i even wear?' I didn't have any chick friends so asking for fashion advice was a no go. My best friend he had no idea about girls fashion and he had never been to a party as far as i knew so again a no. I glanced over at Yoongi who had his headphones in his ears clearly lost in his music occasionally jotting down corrections to be made to the rhythm.
He had on black little hoop type earrings, a yellow Rolling Stones t-shirt with white suspenders attached to his dark blue torn jeans, black combat boots and a black leather jacket with pins and zippers on it. He looked cute and obviously he had some sense of fashion I decided to ask him. I would probably instantly regret it but I didn't have anyone else to ask that would be honest. I nudged his elbow a little he didn't even budge. I nudged again... Nothing. 'Alright i guess i have to resort to extreme measures.' I reached up and ruffled his minty hair causing it to stick up in a weird way. He flinched and almost fell out of his chair. "What the hell!?" he looked over at me eyes blazing with anger. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction covering my mouth with my sleeve trying to stay quiet.
"I'm sorry...You.... You weren't responding to my nudges...So I had to resort to... extreme measures." laughing in between every few words.
He scratched his head and started running his fingers through his hair trying to fix what i messed up,"What do you want?"
I cleared my throat and sat upright. "So Jungkook is making me go to this party Jimin is throwing tomorrow and i don't know what to wear honestly cause, i've never been invited to parties so I guess what I'm asking is what should i wear?" I rambled on for too long it seemed.
He just looked at me, his face expressionless. "Jungkook invited you? Ha what the hell was he thinking, inviting someone like you to Jimin's party? Well you don't have the curves for a dress and you probably don't know how to walk in heels..honestly the clothes you wear to school is unattractive so i don't see why you would even go. To top it all off you don't even have that pretty of a face. Just stay home."
As he finished his rant i was so shocked i didn't even notice the tears that had welled up in my eyes, slowly spilling over the edge. "You didn't need to be such a jerk about it Yoongi!" I grabbed my book bag and without another look back i ran out of the class not caring that it wasn't over yet. I ran blurry eyed and all to the exit not wanting to even be in the same building as him. 'Why did I ever think Min Yoongi was anything more than an asshole.' I ran my ass all the way home, not stopping until I got there.
-Yoongi-
Yoongi wasn't trying to hurt her feelings he was just so consumed with anger at Jungkook. How could he invite Rose to Jimin's party what was his end goal? Oh who was he kidding it's Kookie we all knew his end goal. Yoongi just wanted to protect her to keep her from making the same mistakes other girls did when they went with Kookie. If he had to make her hate him he was willing to go that far. He didn't understand why he was so protective of her. He just was, she was too innocent for this world and too fragile. Perfect like an untouchable statue or better yet a Goddess.
He walked aimlessly after class the memory of her crying face as she stared at him. His heart ached 'Why did she have to look so heartbroken' He hated seeing her sad let alone cry he just wanted to hold her and run his fingers through her long black hair. He suppressed his thoughts. He knew he could never be with her the way he was thinking. He kept brushing it off like it meant nothing to him. There was no way he had actual feelings for her. 'It's just sexual tension that's all, i just need to get her and then i'll be over it.' He laughed it off like what he thought was the truth. 'Now I have to go to this party and make sure Kookie behaves.' He shoved his hands in his pocket and headed home. Mentally noting that he had to get to Rose first before Kookie could get his grubby little hands on her.
'Watch yourself Kookie you're playing a dangerous game. One you're not prepared to play.'
He lowered his head at the thought, letting his Minty bangs cover his eyes as he smiled.
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Paradise City (Axl Rose) PART 2
WARNINGS: Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll (kidding) Language too.
"I told you ladies to expect visitors."
All of us groaned in frustration. "Yeah, and saw me naked."
I protested, cause Axl saw me like I'm waiting for him to fuck me, their encounter isn't horrible as mine.
All their heads turn to me.
"Okay girls, listen they won't be here for long I suggest you deal with them and talk to them about the ....well arrangement. They are harmless."
We all shook our heads.
"I can't believe this is happening."
I mumbled hopeless, there is no way I am dealing with Axl Rose.
"Beta I don't even know the guy." Katherine said shyly, I wonder who she end up with in her place.
"Seriously this is not funny and we are not some reality show women." It was Wesley who speak.
"Please bear them just for tonight. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
All of us sighed in exhasperation, what a great way to start the vacation.
The next morning is normal. When I got back last night Axl wasn't there anymore and one of my underwear is missing too ew that was nasty of him if he took it.
I don't know how the girls' night went. I haven't seen the Guns n Roses but I'm thankful we don't have to deal with them today.
Susan and I decided to have a dip in the beach and soak under the sun. Others have their own excuses, Aimee is on her period, Kath is taking a nap (she didn't get some sleep last night I guess?) and Wesley is doing her stuff.
"Are you kidding me?!" I groaned when I saw the five of them doing dumb things in the beach. I thought they were gone?
"Err- let's just not mind them." Susan said. We settle ourselves in one of the recliners and enjoyed the sun.
"How was your night?" I ask Susan. She seems okay unlike us. "It's fine, Duff was a gentleman. He slept on the couch then he's gone by morning."
So her villa is supposed to be Duff's?
"You know I really don't understand this ridicule, why are we even here?"
I just don't get it why are we in an island with Guns n Roses? It's like dealing with the wild, lucky Susan she don't have to deal with Duff.
"I guess we just have to go with the flow. They seem nice." Susan grinned. Wait....
"Oh you like Duff huh." I teased and Susan blushes. "No I'm not, I think he likes Katherine."
Who wouldn't like Katherine? She is sweet, soft spoken and beautiful.
"Well these men are ......wild." Of  course I knew them and their reputation. I bumped into them many times, being a roadie has it's perks you know and I happen to use it for my adoration towards Sebastian Bach. God the guy is pretty and I think I'm in-love whenever I see him. We had interactions because he's friends with the Crüe and I think I'm a lucky bitch.
"I don't think so. They look like they can be tamed." Oh Susan if you only knew.
Slash and Steven saw me and they went to our direction. Well they are the only two who aren't assholes and Duff also. Izzy is civil and Axl is......Axl.
"Charlie... you're here." Steven acknowledges but his eyes are on Susan.
"And you have a friend." Same with Slash who has his eyes on Susan's......bust. I throw them my water bottle.
"Hey fuckers eyes up here."
Scratching their heads they turn their attention to me. Perverts.
"Okay Susan, this is Slash and this is Steven. Slash, Steven this is Susan." Susan extended her arm to shake hands with the two.
"Nice to meet you guys." Susan smiled at them, Steve blushes while Slash scratches his head.
"Do you have any idea why we're here? Are you with this too?" I ask the two of them. The two look at each other and Steven answered me.
"No, I wasn't expecting company either. "
I guess we are all in the same page.
"If I were you, I'll just enjoy. Exclusive vacation with 5 hot guys? Life is good." Slash proudly said and Susan and I laughs.
"Come on girls why don't you join us? Let's have some walk shall we?"
I got up from the recliner seat. Su and I are wearing a two piece string bikini  and I covered it with some see through.
"Uhh I think I'm fine here. You go ahead guys."
Steven and Slash shrugs off. "Bummer."
We left Susan and we take a walk in the beach.
"I feel like anytime soon Vince will come and take our heads."
I took off my aviators and laugh at what Slash said.
"Let's not talk about that blonde bitch."
Doesn't mean there is a feud between Axl and Vince I won't be friends with other members. Motley Crüe is more handful than them and GnR are sober when they want to.
"Speaking of blonde..." Steven grins and the two of them looks at Susan's direction.
"Oh, not Susan. I think her and Duff is way better." Both of them frowned. It's true though that Susan and Duff will be a cute pair.
"Bummer Charlie. It's just a crush, I think you and Axl will be a good pair after that sex ta---" Steven didn't finish off his sentence when Slash elbowed him on the stomach.
"I'm sorry what?" Steven cleared his throat. "You and Axl will make a good pair too. Just don't kill each other."
They both laugh at me when I scowled. They keep on teasing me with Axl over the duration of our walk and I'm starting to get pissed off.
"Come on Charlie, Axl isn't that bad especially in bed. Do you know what you need?" I suppose to ask him what but Slash had me already on his shoulders carrying me like a sack and I started to scream.
"FUCK YOU SLASH! PUT ME DOWN!"  Steven being a great help at all just stood there and laugh. I screamed even more when Slash started running and throw me to the water.
"FUCK YOU SLASH!"
I rose from the water, stupid move because a I was hit by a big wave making me stumble and fell to the water again. That didn't end there because my bikini top is gone.
Steve and Slash are still laughing at me. God I wanna drown them in the water right now and why did I wear string bikinis? The riskiest piece of clothing when you are in beach.
"Yow Charlie you okay?"
I wrap my arms around myself, I don't know how to rose from the water without any top. I won't walk around exposing my tits to these guys.
I blush at the thought.
"S-Slash....Can you help me?"
My body is still in the water and I'm starting to feel cold.
"Nope. You can't make us go in the water, I know you will drown me."
I want to kick him right now, he throws me in to the water, I lost my bikini top, now I don't know how can I get out of here with decency. Susan is nowhere in sight.
"Damn it. My bikini top is gone can you help me get out of the water atleast?" That made them shut up, Steven blushed and Slash's mouth formed into an 'o'.
"W-well I'll just get my shirt."
Slash ran to their cottage and took his shirt, he went into the water and hannded it to me.
When I was done wearing his shirt I pulled him and pushed him under water.
"You idiot that was White Fox!"
Slash gasp for air when he rose. I left him there fighting for his life.
"Sorry. I'll buy you hundreds of bikinis and lingerie Charlie! Just don't drown me again." He said without any remorse.
I flip him off and walk towards my place. I need to rinse cause the salt water feels sticky all over my body.
Axl Rose is being bitchy. I don't know what got into him but I guess its just his mood swings. He has anger management issues.
"What?" His deep voice filled the thick air. He caught me staring at him.
"Nothing." I avoided his gaze and laid down on bed.
"Can you fucking move over?"
Is he serious? He could've ask nicely.
"What the fuck is your problem Rose?" I move over just like what he asked. Axl lay down next to me his forearm covering his eye.
"Not your business." He answered.
Okay, maybe he and his girlfriend had a fight.
"Wharton."
"Hmm?"
He scooted closer which caught me off guard.
His hand landed on my waist and nuzzle his head on my neck.
"What are you doing Rose?"
I tried to remove his hand but he only tightened his grip.
"Sleep Charlie."
That was the first time he addresed me in my first name.
I woke up and Axl is gone beside me. It's 7 already and I'll be missing dinner.
When I got to the common room, everyone is there already, including the guys. It's weird to see them interacting when we want to get rid of them just yesterday. Wesley and Izzy are talking, Susan and Duff is at their own little world, Kathy and Steve are both laughing probably from Steven's corny jokes, and Aimee just sat there quietly watching them. Slash and Axl are talking and by the looks of it Slash is either high or drunk because he is leaning his head on the couch with his glasses on.
I sat down beside Slash and lean my head on his shoulder. I wanted to sleep more but I'm hungry.
By the looks of it, everyone already ate dinner because of the leftovers.
"Here." Axl gave me a plate with foods.
"You were asleep so I reserved some for you."
I smiled at him, not the sarcastic one but genuine and muttered thanks.
He nodded and I started to munch the food.
I noticed some bottles of Corona ans Jack, I guess they had been drinking.
After I finish eating my food, we went to the recreation room and everyone started to play billiards, more like Wesley, Aimee, Izzy, Steven and Kath.
"Not having fun Wharton?"
Slash sat beside me on the couch he already took off his glasses.
"I just wanted to sleep." I snuggled closer and lean my head on his shoulder.
He offered me his glass of Jack which I accepted.
"Bummer. You know Axl is sending me daggers."
I turned my head to Axl's direction and he is glaring at Slash.
"He thinks I'm trying to get in your pants." I nearly choke. Why is he bothered though?
"So? What is it to him?"
Slash scoffed. "Come on, that red head likes you. He just can't get closer to you because of Vince. You don't remember what happened in MTV awards don't you?"
I can't recall what happened during that time cause I was drunk all I know is that they caused riot in the event.
Then I remember Slash is high at the moment, maybe he is just blabbering rubbish.
"You're high aren't you?" I look directly into his eyes and his pupils are dilated. Gosh he and Steven had a line of cocaine.
"No I'm not." Slash threw his arms drunkenly around me.
"Yeah, only if they had some weed here."
Drugs aren't new to me, for Mötley Crue it's their candy and I've tried it only to end up in an overdose. I'm clean now though, weed works for me.
"I swear. Axl is going to kill me anytime."
Slash hid behind me from Axl's glare and I glared at him back but he only rolled his eyes. Asshat.
"I think I'll play with the girls so he won't be sending dagger looks to you."
Slash nodded and I went to the girls and participated at their game.
We played pool and the Jack is finally hitting our systems.
Steven is high and drunk, Kath is passed out beside him, Susan stood on the pool table, dancing while Duff is trying to get her down. Wesley and I are laughing with Izzy and Aimee is just silently listening to us. Axl is now beside Slash and the two seems drunk also.
We stopped when Axl and Slash started to brawl against each other.
"Fuck off Slash."
Axl already had Slash slammed on the wall. Slash who is high among the two only smirked which pissed the latter even more.
"Axl, back off." Duff tried to pull him away from Slash but Axl shrugs him off.
All of us are drunk and its not a good idea if drunken people fight.
"Why don't you tell her Ax?"
Axl's  jaw clenched stopping himself from punching Slash.
"I told you Slash fuck off."
He answered through gritted teeth. Everyone seemed sobered up when they heard the two fighting.
"Told what Axl?" Izzy asks with confusion.
"Told Charlie about the sex----"
Slash didn't finish off his sentence because Axl's fist landed on his face.
"Oh my god!" The girls gasped.
Duff and Izzy pulled away Axl before he could throw a punch again.
"Axl!" I stood in front of Axl and stared directly into his green orbs.
"Tell me what Axl?"
Axl didn't seem to hear me and is trying to get off from Izzy and Duff's grasp.
"Get out of the fucking way Charlie."
I didn't listen to Axl, instead I moved closer to him my eyes never left his.
"Axl...." I cupped his face.
"Axl calm down....." I spoke in a soft tone hoping he will calm down.
"Look at me......" Axl listened to me and calms himself. He got off from Izzy and Duff and stormed out of the room.
I went to Slash to check if he's okay. "Are you okay Slash?" Wesley is attending him now with an ice pack. Where did she get that?
"You really need to talk to him Charlie." I nodded at him and followed Axl outside.
Axl is walking towards our villa and half run to keep up with him.
"Axl....."
He didn't turn around and fasten his pace.
"Axl, wait!"
"Fuck! Not now Charlie!" He yelled and I stop on my tracks.
"Really? Not now?! After you almost beat each Slash?"
Axl stopped on his tracks too and he turn around, eyes filled with anger.
"You don't know a thing."
"Then tell me what the fuck are you two fighting about?!" I'm getting impatient and done of Axl's attitude too. I don't know what is with him but everytime we see each other it's always bickering and insulting each other.
"Because of that fucking sex tape!"
And what's about the sex tape?
"And why am I involved?!"
We are yelling at each each other, our distance isn't that far but I'm getting fruatrated so he is.
"It's our fucking sex tape Charlie, it's out and everywhere. That's why Vince wanted to kill me even more."
This is the sickest joke I've heard. He is kidding right?!
"W-what the fuck? Are you high too like Slash?"
I wanted him to say yes but..
"Am not! Remember the MTV riot? It's because Vince found out we hooked up and he thought I am using you to get even with him. When in fact I was also drunk as you are that time."
I feel like I'm in some prank show but I'm not, I hope this is just me and the alcohol.
"And why is there a sex tape?"
If he is also drunk that time then how the hell it was recorded?
"I don't have any idea. It's out in the public that's why Vince sent you here."
I laugh. I don't know why did I laugh but fuck it my life rotated 360 just now.
"I'm sorry, Charlie I should've told y---" Axl attempted to move towards me but I stop him.
"Stop, don't be fucking anywhere near me."
I ran to the villa leaving Axl, tears streaming down my face.
I am mad at Axl right now but I'm even more mad at Vince. He did not let me decide and took control of my life. What is it to him if Axl and I hooked up? I wasn't even aware that we hooked up and now I am involve in a scandal. I can handle myself, I know Axl too because he is used to issues but what made Vince think to hide me here?
"Charlie.. open the door please." He knocks into my room. Technically his room but whatever. It's not even locked.
"I know you're mad but please let's talk...."
He's calmer now than he is 15 minutes ago, I can't help but roll my eyes.
I wipe my tears when he opened the door. I didn't spare him any glance when he entered the room, my back is facing him when he sat on the bed.
"I'm sorry. We're doing everything now to take it down."
He sighed.
I continue wiping my tears that won't stop.
"And I understand if you're mad. I'm really sorry Charlie."
Not to be sarcastic but wow. Axl Rose said sorry and shit is real because he is beside me.
I am not mad at him to Vince either even though I was earlier,  it's just that I am upset because something is happening with my life, I know Vince is just trying to protect me but I can handle myself. This issue will die down sooner or later when another band got into a fight or something, it must be also tough for Axl because it involves Vince the two was never okay ever since.
I got up from bed and face him.
"The world probably saw my tits now, and my cellulites and my stretch marks. I think my mascara was even smudge during that time amd my lipstick is everywhere." 
It's a silly remark but I don't want Axl to feel bad about himself more.
"I'm not mad at you. I'm just upset." I bit my lip and look away. God I hate crying.
Axl leaned forward and wipe my tears.
"Don't cry. I feel even more bad."
"How did Vince found out that...err-you know... 👉👌"
I felt blush crept into my cheek.
I wanted to remember how we fucked that night. Duh, Axl has a reputation for being good in bed.
"I don't know how we got there but he found us in Nikki's hotel room and that's when shit started."
I'm still puzzled why Vince sent me here when he knew that this is GnR's turf?
"Then why sent me here? I guess he is not dumb enough yet?"
I giggled thinking of Vince's  stupidity.
"We saw the tape already before it went public. Someone mailed it to Nikki and Slash. Vince even stormed in our studio and threw some punch at me after. I didn't fought back and swore to him I don't know anything about it. He took the copy from me and burned it, we thought it stopped there but the next day it's on tabloids already."
I covered myself in embarassment. My cousin, Nikki, Tommy and Mick had watch us fucking. Even Slash and I don't know who else in GnR. I won't be able to look at them straight now.
"Did you---have you watch it too?"
And I am embarassing myself more by asking him.
"Yeah and it was-----" he gulped. Probably uncomfortable talking about it.
"I didn't knew you were.........insatiable."
I plopped down to bed and covered my face with a pillow.
It was obvious I took control that nght.
"Kill me now." I mumbled and Axl laughs. He didn't help at all.
"Sorry. I've put you to this. Your life is peaceful and now..."
"Come here."
I patted the space beside me and he obliged by lying beside.
"Shit happens and it will be gone soon." I said hoping it will assure him that it's not just his fault because we were both responsible for what happened.
"But still everyone saw you naked already. "
I slap his arm. "Don't remind me Rose."
"God how I wanted to kill everyone. Including Slash."
Again, why is he so hard with Slash?
Hmm?
"Why are you so mean to Slash? And speaking of... you punched him."
Being the sass he is, he rolled his eyes.
"He saw the video and you were having too much fun it bothers me."
I gasped. Axl Rose how is he bothered? Unless...
"Are you jealous?"
Axl leaned forward until our faces are only inch apart.
"What the fuck do you think?"
Oh my god.
"Hmm. Try harder Rose.."
"Sleep Wharton."
I couldn't help but smile. I like Axl, who wouldn't? even before if only he wasn't acting like an ass.
"Sleep baby. We'll have a date tomorrow."
He kisses my forehead. I snuggled to him and his hands landed on my waist.
"Nice try Rose."
One thing is for sure. I am loving the Paradise Island.
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The Southsider (pt. 9)
Sweet Pea x reader
Chapter Summary: As y/n prepares for an important event in her life, her humor stirs up some interesting reactions from those she cares for.
Word Count: 1978
Chapter 1 • Chapter 8 • Chapter 10
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Toni taught you the main moves, and you were determined to perfect them. Some of the dance had to be from your own creativity, which you figured out along the way. This had to be perfect. Not just for Sweet Pea, but for you. "Alright, I think we could take a break. And by break I mean we're going lingerie shopping."
You nervously nodded. When you got there you just felt like none of them would look good on you. You felt awkward there. If you felt uncomfortable in a crop top for one person how were you supposed to wear this stuff in front of a group of people?
"Have you found anything?" Toni asked, poking her head out of an isle row.
"No. I don't think I'll look good in any of these." You sadly looked at the items.
She walked up to you with a few outfits in hand. "Why not?"
"I don't know. Just never been a big fan of my body I guess. It was only a few years ago when I had to cover up to hide the bruises covering my body."
She put a hand on your shoulder. "But there aren't any more bruises to cover up. Your dad's gone now and your body's thriving. You should be proud of having control over it. Now c'mon, I found a few things for you to try on."
You went into the dressing room, trying on each of them and showing them to Toni. Toni reassured you that you looked good in all of them, but you both agreed that none of them were really perfect for you. "This is stupid." You called through the dressing room.
"No it's not, now come on out. This is the last one anyways."
You stepped outside. Toni looked you over, nodding her head. "I like this one. I like it a lot."
"Really?"
"Yeah. This is the one." She grabbed your hand and spun you around. "Let's see that dance." Toni joked.
You hopped around, overexageratily rubbing your arms. "I'm not used to this much air hitting my body!" You partially joked. "It's so cold in here." She laughed and pushed you back in the dressing room.
You changed back and paid for the outfit. "It's getting late. Hopefully FP and Jughead will be asleep and won't see this."
You both walked back to the trailer park. As you both stopped at Jughead's trailer, Toni then said. "Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"Pea's gonna love it." You blushed and playfully pushed her. She laughed at the reaction and walked back to her trailer.
You opened the door slowly. The lights were off. As you closed the door the lights clicked on, and you saw the two boys sitting on the couch. "Hey guys."
"Now where have you been?" FP asked.
"With Toni, like I said."
"What's in the bag?" Jughead asked.
"Nothing important." You put the bag next to your duffle bag and laid down on the small air mattress that was set up. "Night."
"Y/n." FP said in a harsh tone. You sat up, knowing he wasn't in the mood for games. "Where were you?"
"With Toni." You urged. "You could even ask her grandfather Thomas."
"That bag doesn't look like English homework to me."
You sighed. "Look, I went over to Toni's, learned some stuff, then we made a quick shopping run. I worked for the money that I spent, if that's what this is about."
"Were you with Sweet Pea?" His asked loudly, ignoring all that you said.
You gave him a really? look. "No."
"See? I told you." Jughead said. He started to get up. "We stayed up for nothing."
"Sit boy." He pulled him back down. "What's in the bag?"
You didn't want to argue or get him mad, so you grabbed the bag. FP tried to snatch it your hands, but you pulled it back, handing it to Jughead. He looked into the bag, before yanking his hand out right away. He got it. "Dad, she was with Toni."
He ripped the bag from his son's hands. "Give it here boy."
He pulled out the lingerie and stood, throwing it to the ground when he realized what it was. "What the hell is that?!"
"Careful, it was pricey!" You exclaimed. Jughead held in a laugh.
"So this is what you're doing now?" You nodded your head, a little confused. He didn't get it. "You used to be smart and open eyed, and now this is what you're doing? Sweet Pea's got you doing this sort of crap?!"
You bursted out laughing. "You think that Swee-!" you cut yourself off laughing more. You sat next to Jughead, putting a hand on his shoulder. You calmed down a bit, pointing to FP and the lingerie. "He thought that I got that for Sweet Pea~!" You started laughing again. Jughead couldn't help but laugh a little bit as well.
"Someone wanna tell me what the hell is so funny?!" FP was getting angrier.
You calmed yourself down. "Thank you for that laugh, it felt really good." You then sat up straight. "No, I did not buy that for Sweet Pea. I bought that for the serpent dance."
He put a hand to his mouth, digesting what you said. "The Serpent dance?"
"Yup."
"So you're gonna become a serpent?"
"Just like mummy." You gave him a cheeky smile.
"Oh." He let out a big sigh. "I just figured, cause it's Sweet Pea, you know?"
"No, I really don't." You turned to Jughead. "Why does everyone see Sweet Pea as some dark, controlling person with a knife kink or something?"
"I honestly don't know." He responded. "I don't see it either."
You nodded. "You think he'd like the outfit though?"
FP cut the conversation short. "Bed, now." You and Jughead lightly laughed as you all then went to sleep.
The next morning you woke up a lot earlier than the other two. Whenever you slept in a place you weren't used to sleeping in, you always woke up very early. You decided to make the most out of the time you had, and went to your duffle bag.
Jughead woke up the best way he could. He smelled bacon. He walked into the kitchen, groggy and tired, to see you practically shining. "Morning." You smiled at him. "I made pancakes, bacon, and sour bread french toast. What would you like?"
"The works." He sat, a plate of stacked food put in front of him. You knew him too well. He dug in as FP came out of the bathroom and sat down as well, a plate being put in front of him.
He turned off the stove and plugged in a small fan to not make the whole trailer hot. "Where'd you learn to make all this?" FP asked.
"Practice at my house. When it's just you, you don't have to feel bad for screwing up someone else's meal. I got better overtime."
After breakfast you washed the dishes as Jughead combed his hair. "So, you ready for our double date?"
You made a face. "Ugh, that's today. Why was Betty so excited for it?"
"I don't know. She's been talking about getting to know Sweet Pea because one of our best friends is dating him. She said it'll be good for the Southside to stop hating the Northside so much by southsiders getting to know her."
Oh Betty. Such a sweet heart of gold.
When you got to school Kevin immediately came up to you, linking arms. "Oh my God, we have so much to talk about."
"So you heard?"
"From Veronica, who heard from Betty, who heard from Jughead. I knew that wrinkly, sack of bones aunt was evil. Okay, no offense, but her inside kind of shows on her outside."
You laughed. "None taken. I agree, when I look at her I see my mom if she was buried in pet sematary and came back."
He laughed as well. "As much as I love talking about the Wicked Witch of the West and the Good Witch of the South, I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"As you know, I'm directing the musical for this year, which I have selected to be Carrie: the Musical."
You nodded. "And a good choice too. I think we all know who's going to be lead."
"Pretty much, but there is another role that I think will be perfect for a certain person."
"Which is?"
"I want you to play the role of Chris Hargensen!" He smiled brightly as you, anxious. You loved musicals, but you weren't much for performing in front of others. However, seeing the smile on Kevin's face caused you to give in. You would do anything for Kevin. He was your best friend.
"Sure." You smiled back.
He excitedly hugged you. "Oh my God, this is perfect. It's a good thing you said yes, because I already wrote down the cast list and was on my way to post it on the bulletin board."
"Gee thanks."
"It's fine, Veronica was going to be my backup in case you said no." Kevin took out the paper from his satchel and posted it, people shoving past the two of you to see the list. "First meeting starts tomorrow after school."
The bell rang. "Alrighty then. I'll see you later."
The day went by a little too quickly for your likely. School ended, and Betty told you to meet them at Pop's at 4. You walked out of the PE locker rooms, which happens to be your sixth period, to see Sweet Pea waiting for you. "How are you so quick?"
"I'm just that good sweetheart." He smirked.
You laughed and lightly nudged his shoulder. "No need to brag. I was close behind you." He only responded with an unsure sounding Mm. You fake pout.
"Put the pout away." He hugged you from behind as the both of you walked to his motorcycle. "I'm here." You snapped your head and looked at him with a wild smile. He didn't know whether to be confused or nervous.
"That was the most adorable thing I have every heard! I fell for a teddy bear."
He felt offended. "I'm not a teddy bear, I'm a serpent. Nobody adorable would have a neck tattoo."
You giggled. "So cute."
You made it to his bike, and he grumpily let go of you to hop on, but you grabbed his hand to stop him. He sighed and leaned on the bike. You leaned onto him, his hands unconsciously finding your waist.
"I know you're not just a cuddly teddy bear. You're tall and dark and brooding and a mystery that people can't seem to solve. You're a badass who has a neck tattoo. You're a serpent. I know all that, but I also know that you can be a softie sometimes, and there's nothing wrong with that."
He then gently said, "I'm only soft for you."
You were about to kiss before you heard laughing. You pulled back and saw Fangs standing right next to the two of you. "I'm only soft for you? Yeah, that's something any chick would want to hear." You both stared at him, Sweet Pea fuming. "Oh, right, I'm not here."
Sweet Pea then quickly got up and chased Fangs through the parking lot as you patiently waited for your boyfriend while leaning on his bike. When he came back breathing hard with ruffled hair you smiled. "You good now?"
He walked straight up to you and pulled you in for a deep kiss. You were surprised, but quickly reciprocated. When he pulled back you were gasping for breath.
"All good. Let's go to that damn double date." You were still in a daze and extremely flustered, so all you did was nod and grab onto him as the two of you sped off.
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Author's Note: Sorry that this was a little shorter than usual, and not much really happened either.
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Hi! Again I must say: I’m sorry for taking so long, things got complicated but now I have little bit of time…besides I’m wery picky with translations (as you would see in a moment). Anyway, I was very much excited for and while writing this, since I found myself to be very fond of Faith and her relationship with Tim (they’re the cutest) so I tried my best!
Ps: The title of “Refuge” doesn’t have that much relevance in this scenario, is just the title of the song I was listening to while writing this (I think it describes perfectly how Tim’s and Faith relationship might evolve); in case you listen to it but aren’t really familiar with spanish language, here it is subtitled! But there’s minor errors on the translation:
1.     "Eres como el sol caliente y yo soy marte" wich means "You're like the warm sun and I'm like mars".
2.     "Soy desordenado cuando quiero" the word quiero/querer in spanish can mean several things, normally indicating the yearning of something in a possesive (I want this to myself) or romantic (like: I love you)/aspirational (like: I want to become a writer) way (depends on context) so the most adecute in this case will be "I'm sloppy when I am in love" not "when I want" here is a little deffinition. 
3.     The most correct wording in "let me be, I'll help you" would be in fact: "Let me, I will help you".
 Pairing: Faith O’Neal (@insideoflit OC) x Tim Drake
Summary: Faith is tormented by her past to the point of being unable to sleep and have an anxiety attack, so Tim helps her get through it.
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2:48 am
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3:04 am
Her head registered every digit drawn on the clock next to his bed, counting every time she woke up;  but something within herself knew that I'd had been more than just 4. Her eyes weighed, but her mind did not stop, she kept thinking ... remembering and everything at the worst moment.
Maybe it had been 5 or at most 8 nights in a row without being able to sleep completely, but in fact, she really didn't remember the last time she had slept peacefully.  Months or even years ago?
She only knew that the situation had gone from bad to worse ...
What she thought was a simple period of insomnia which would most likely disappear a week later, became part of his routine, which had stopped bothering her a long time ago: intrusive thoughts, impossible variations in hidden memories and unanswered questions that would often come and go and multiplied in the dead of night.
And yet this time it was different ... it was a living nightmare.
The intrusive thoughts had quickly escalated and evolved to such extent that they now resonated aggressively, scratching the walls of his head, digging through everything she wanted to forget and shouting at her so that she could feel it in the depths of his being.
An imaginary pain that threatened to break his little head.
In.  That.  Exact.  Instant.
She felt his breath cut short at the thought of having to get used to all this, his chest full of emotions and an uncontrollable feeling of despair.
That's why she didn't think of anything other than running, rising abruptly from the bed, barely giving his brain time to process the situation;  she ran, as fast as his legs allowed her, she didn't care at all if they were going to break… she just wanted to escape from all that and ignore that past she had unintentionally remembered.
The smell of petricor invading her senses causing a feeling of anguish, seeing those memories instantly regain strength and torturing her in such a ruthless way...
—Hey! Be careful!— her thoughts abruptly interrupted to the feeling of his body collide and almost fall to the ground, if not thanks to the arm clinging to her waist preventing her fall.
—Are you ok?—Tim's eyes invaded by an expression of genuine concern, trying to search the answer to her irrational behaviour.
She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize the moment she reached the garden and much less had noticed Tim standing in the middle of it…like some creepy scarecrow or something…
—I ...— His mind still not quite at the moment allowed for her words to float in the air in a sloppy way.
Tim looked at the girl carefully, trying to decipher what had put her in that state: her hair slightly disheveled by the gentle flushing of the wind, a cold sweat running down her forehead, eyes flushed, her pajamas had gotten a little dirty  due to his small race in the humidity of the night and his bare feet hugging the muddy floor.
—Come, you're going to get sick like this!— He reproached her gently trying not to overwhelm her as much as possible and guiding her back inside.
The living-room of the mansion was empty, wrapped in the cozy sound of silence; indicating the absence of most of its inhabitants.
Tim told Faith to sit by pointing at the couch with a slight nod, which she obeyed.
—Wait here—he ordered again, before disappearing down the hall that led to one of the many bathrooms and returning moments later with a pair of clean towels, leaving one of them over her head, with a small mischievous smile.
—Don't run like that, Faith, you could have slipped and gotten hurt…—He said kneeling in front of her, his hands on the towel shaking it slightly in an attempt to help her dry.
His calm voice hiding the reality of his restlessness.  She knew…knew she had worried him ... And that look only confirmed it, she had already seen it many times, maybe more than she should;  but it was something she could not avoid and that frustrated her greatly.
But Tim was always characterized by being perceptive and soon noticed the expression of guilt on Faith's face.
—Hey ... It’s ok—The Boy reassured by staring at her, still smiling, because he wanted her to really feel safe.
Tim knew that Faith had trouble sleeping, he knew perfectly the symptoms of insomnia: he had noticed the lights of her room stay on until dawn, dark circles highlighting her beautiful big eyes, her clumsy movements during the day, lack of concentration and had even once heard Bruce scolding her because of her teacher's multiple complaints accusing her of sleeping in class.
But she would never admit it… she "didn't want to be a bother"
Tim allowed himself to caress Faith's cheek, gently and delicately as if she were some kind of porcelain doll about to break.
—Do you want to talk about it?
Faith thought briefly before her eyes began to fill with tears that threatened to slip away.
—No, not really ...— A glimmer of guilt was noticeable in her response.
—It’s Okay. Don't feel like you have to—followed by those words, Tim felt the need to hug her;  his arms carefully surrounded Faith's small figure.
—Just know I'm always going to be here for you — his chin resting slightly on her head partially covered by the towel.
The tears that she had forced herself to hide, began to escape silently with an air of cynicism.
—Dammit— she cursed under her breath.
Noticing this, he quickly bent down again to wipe away her tears with his hands.
Faith was a strong, but stubborn person, many times denying herself the idea of ​​asking for help and this was no exception;  she didn't want Tim to see her that way, in her most vulnerable state;  but she also didn't want to leave, despite all the crying, she found Tim's company very much comforting.
So… she stood there, allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of other people for once in a really long time.
After a few minutes (maybe even more) when she had no more tears left, Tim spoke again.
—It's getting late, you should be asleep and unless Riddler is entertaining the bat, Bruce will be here at any minute and I don't want him to scold you for staying up so late, you have class tomorrow, right?
Faith nodded, releasing a small chuckle upon hearing Drake's motherly but bossy tone.
—Whatever you say, mom — emphasizing the word "mom" on a goofy manner.
He rolled the eyes pretending to be offended but without making the least of attempts to hide his own amusement.
—Go to your room, dummy!—
She raised her hands as if she were being arrested before turning around and running upstairs followed by Tim, who was also heading to his room.  However, something stopped her once she was standing in front of the door of her own room.
She didn't want to be alone ... at least not for tonight ...
A small knock on Tim's door caught his attention off of his monitors, at first he thought it was Alfred about to scold him like every other night for not sleeping or Damian who had arrived from patrol early and couldn't find Titus favorite chewing toy.
But no… there in the door frame stood Faith with a pillow under her arm and a slightly shy smile.
—You're supposed to be asleep.
—Right back at ya — she replayed quickly.
—I’m not the one who has to save his grades on algebra tomorrow, Faith—he said, reminding her of his test in the morning.
—Yeah, well… truth is… I can't sleep…
Her voice barely even believing herself.
—Can I… can I stay here? —Tim flushed wildly almost at the exact moment he heard those words come out of her mouth.
—I… Um.  Yeah  Yeah, sure — tripping on his own words he stepped clumsily into the side in order to let her in.
Tim's room was both a mess and incredibly clean… his desk was the messy part, probably because he spend a lot of his time glued to his computer to the point Alfred sometimes had to brake in and almost drag him outside to eat like a normal human  being instead of just feeding off of energy bars and coffee.
In comparison was the side of the bead, it was so clean. Everything looked almost brand new, since he barely slept and when he did it was just very quick naps before patrol.
—Make yourself comfortable— he signaled the bed before putting back on his headphones and to whatever he was doing.
—Aren't you going to sleep?— Faith asked as she settled between the sheets.
Tim was silent for a moment, trying to find an answer.
—Well ... maybe just for a little while…—
He finally spoke before joining Faith, keeping a adequate distance, which Faith quickly ignored by hugging him unexpectedly, burying his face in the boy's chest.
—Good night, Tim.—
Tim thanked the lights were off, otherwise Faith would have seen his face as red as a tomato.  The girl's touch was comforting and warm so he didn't think twice before reciprocating the hug and planting a small kiss on her head.
—Good night, Faith.
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A family: Larry x Fem! Reader Part 1.
A/n Small warning of mentions of sex and a couple sexual scenes will take place but I don't know if I'll do full lemons or not, they're won't be a dull lemon in this. As always theres definitely cussing. Takes place in high school. An au where the apartments have ghosts and the cult exists but the red eyed demon doesn't. Anyways enjoy this little story hope it's good.
I woke up with the weight of someone's arm around bare waist. Looking down I see everything was still bare from the night before. The arm wrapped around me belongs to none other than my very best friend Larry. Yep you read that right best friend not boyfriend. Considering how lonely and well horny we had both been lately we decided a friends with benefits relationship would be a good idea.
With a small stretch I carefully pulled Larry's arm off of my body and pulled myself from the bed. I let out a small giggle as Larry readjusted to where he was cuddling a pillow. "Goofball." I scoffed grabbing my underwear and sliding them on as well one of Larry's many Sanitys Fall shirts. I made my way out into his bathroom brushing my teeth and making my hair look like I hadn't just spent the night having sex.
I also made sure to slip on my skinny jeans from last night. I frowned feeling the way I struggled to get them on. "Damn it. How the hell did I shrink my jeans?!" I huffed looking into the mirror. I lifted the shirt that was way too big on me. I had noticed my stomach was sticking out a tiny bit more but not a lot. On the plus size it looked like my tits had also gotten bigger.
When I exited the bathroom Larry's mom Lisa was leaning against the counter sipping coffee. "Morning (y/n). I didn't know you were staying last night." She said flashing me her warm smile. "Morning Lisa. I wasn't planning on it but by the time we finished with our art project it was so late I didn't want to wake you or my parents so I just stayed." I shrugged. I felt kind of guilty lying to Lisa since she was more like a mom to me than my own mother. I also didn't want to risk her finding out and not letting me sleep over anymore.
She finished her coffee and set the cup in the sink. "Well you know you're always welcome here. Will I see you for family dinner tonight?" She asked collecting her things for work. She seemed to pause reaching around her pockets while looking around the room. I grabbed her keys from couch and handed them to her making her smile. "Wouldn't miss it!" I beamed. "See you kids tonight then. Give Larry a kiss goodbye for me." She joked hugging me goodbye.
Once she left I went ahead and poured two cups of coffee. As I was making two plates of the eggs and toast Lisa had prepared I heard the bedroom door creak open. Larry stumbled out still tired. "Morning sleepy head." I smirked. "Morning." He yawned making his way over to the table. I placed a kiss on his cheek handing him his coffee. "What was that for?"
"Its from your mom."
"I don't get one from you?"
"No way you have morning breath."
He grabbed my arm pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. One of hands moved to my hips the other to the back of my neck. He pulled me into a heated kiss sliding his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss and pulled me closer. We stayed like that until we had to pull away for air. "Hurry up and get ready Johnson." I breathed getting up and eating my breakfast.
Once the two of us had eaten and he had gotten dressed we grabbed our bags and headed out to meet up with Sal. "You look good in my shirt by the way." He whispered as you approached your friends door. I smirked quickly tapping the door. Soon after Sal exited the apartment and the three of us left for school.
Sal and Larry had their first period together but I had it with our friend Ashley. The two of us were in the gym locker room changing into our Knockfell High uniforms.
"So then I told my mom i had important plans tonight and she actually told me that my brother was more important and to cancel. Can you believe that? So I told her you and I were studying for some exam."
I was laughing at Ashley's excuse when one of the other girls sprayed on her perfume and even though she didn't spray much it was like the smell surrounded me. My stomach bubbled and suddenly I could feel the eggs from that morning in the back of my throat. Nausea overcame me I couldn't help it so I ran into the biggest stall and collapsed onto my knees puking immediately into the bowl.
Ashley came over and knocked on the stall door. "You ok babes?" She asked concern lacing her voice. I finished puking and flushed the toilet. "Yeah I think so." I said confused. "Are you sure? You got sick this time yesterday too." She pointed out. I thought for a moment realizing she was right. Eveyday about this time I got sick. What the hell was wrong with me? I shakily stood up to leave the bathroom when a health poster taped to the door caught my attention. It was one of the new Planned Parenthood posters with information on pregnancy and STDs. My eyes grew at a sudden theory popped into my head.
"H-hey Ashes what's the date today?" I asked exiting the bathroom. "Its the fifteenth. Ohh Is it that time of the month that's bothering you?" She asked placing a comforting hand on my bag. I thought for a moment doing the math in my head. "I-I Ha-have to go." I stuttered grabbing my bag and running from the room. As I ran to town I silently prayed I was wrong that I had miscounted.
I ran straight to the store probably looking like a crazy person that passed by. But I got to the pharmacy quickly not even remembering most of my way there from how quickly I was going. The bell jingles as I make my way inside abruptly causing several shoppers and a couple employees to stop and stare. Ignoring their looks I made my way to the isle and started searching. I never knew how many types of tests there could be. I grabbed one I thought would work and made my way to the counter. The cashier was an older woman who started at me with a judging look on her face the whole time. I did my best to ignore her shoving the money onto the counter. The minute she handed me the bag I took off heading to the apartments.
I could feel warm tears falling down my cheeks and was breathing rapidly as I ran home. I ran straight into the building and into the elevator pressing my back up against the wall as it moved. Luckily my parents wouldn't be home at least I'd have privacy for my whole world ending. The second the doors open I bolted right into my apartment dropping my bag on the couch before running to my room. I went into the bathroom taking the test before sitting on the floor.
2 long minutes later the test read positive. I felt my whole world come crashing down around me when those little lines appeared. "How could this happen?" I mumble out loud. I was completely shocked, Larry and I were careful plus I had birth control. That's when a light bulb went off in my head. Struggling to pull myself off the floor I ran into my room. I didnt find what I was looking for in my bags or in my bathroom. I fished around in my dresser still not finding what I was searching for. That's when I remembered were I was last night and most nights.
"Shit shit shit!" I mumbled grabbingmy purse and my keys as well as hiding the test in my pocket before exiting my apartment. I made my way down to the basement hoping that Lisa wasn't home. Unfortunately as I opened the door she was in the kitchen making a fried balogna sandwich. As soon as I walked through that door the smell filled my nose and the nausea returned. I tried to swallow down walking farther into the apartment.
"(Y/n) dear why are you not in school what happened? Are you sick? You don't look like you're feeling too well?" She asked in her motherly voice. "Li-lisa I-" before I could finish my sentence I felt what was left of my food coming back up. I ran straight into the bathroom not bothering to close the door. As I threw up I could feel Lisa pulling my hair back. She held my hair back in one hand and soothed my back with the other.
When I finished throwing up I flushed the toilet and Lisa put my hair up into a ponytail. I learned up against the bathroom wall feeling tears spill down my cheeks again. Silent tears cascaded to the floor. Lisa filled up a dixie cup with water and dampened a wash cloth handing the cup to me and wiping my face with the cloth. "There there dear its alright. Why don't you and I go sit on the sofa and talk?" She suggested as I swallowed a majority of the water.
The two of us made our way into the living room sitting on the couch. Lisa left a comforting hand on my back as I struggled to breath. I let it all come out spilling every detail like more vomit coming out as words. Lisa continued to comfort me with a shocked expression on her face. "Are you sure did you take a test?" She asked handing me a tissue. I handed her the test before wiping my nose.
"Does Larry know yet?" She asked. I shook my head in response. "I just figured it out and got the test today." Lisa nodded her head for a moment clearly in thought. "Wait right here." She said grabbing her phone from the coffee table. She came back in probably ten minutes later purse in hand and changed into casual clothes. "Come on were gonna meet a friend of mine at planned parenthood. Just to double check. And they'll give you information on your choices." She informed me. The two of us made our way out to Lisa's pickup truck silently.
"Are you mad?" I asked breaking the silence as we turned off the road. She sighed stopping at a red light and putting her hand on my shoulder. "A little disappointed maybe but never mad." She smiled. It didn't take very long for us to get there. There was a handful of protesters outside the building as well as a few people passing by who stared at me with the same look as the cashier earlier. Lisa wrapped her arm around me glaring at the others.
About an hour later I was exiting the clinic with a handful of pamphlets and brochures and my head spinning. "Do you have any thoughts on what to do?" Lisa asked me as we climbed into the car. "I think I should talk to Larry before I make any decision." I sighed leaning back into the seat. Lisa nodded and we drove back home.
"You should call your parents over for family dinner tonight. Once the other kids leave we can all sit down and talk." Lisa suggested. She was always so smart and caring. I knew she would be mentally freaking out so it meant a lot that she was being comforting. "I just hope they're as nice as you're being. Thank you so much Lisa." I said with a small smile. She smiled back as we pulled back to the apartments.
Once we got back to her apartment I hid the test and pamphlets in my bag. "Larry should be home any minute now if you wanna wait in the treehouse to talk to him. Just promise me you'll be careful climbing up there." She said softly. I nodded giving her a hug which she returned tightly. When we pulled apart she handed me a water bottle. "Drink this while you're waiting. After throwing up you need to make sure you stay hydrated. Especially with my grandbaby in your tummy." She smiled winking. I smiled grabbing the water before making my way out to the treehouse to wait for Larry.
I walked around the small treehouse admiring some of the polaroids and pictures that Larry painted. I smiled seeing one of Larry and I. Sal had taken just a month ago. Larry had his arms around me as we painted something. He was trying to teach me how he paints but really it came out as a mess on the canvas. "That's a good picture of us." A voice said from behind me. I turned to see Larry standing there smiling at me. "Sure is. Look Larry I need to talk to you about something serious. Can we sit down?" I asked gesturing towards two beanbag seats he kept up here. He looked confused but nodded.
The two of us took a seat and I was suddenly nervous. We were only 16 we couldn't be parents. "Hey what's wrong (nickname)?" He asked grabbing my hand. I took a deep breath squeezing his hand before grabbing the test from my pocket. "I'm pregnant." I said simply despite the fear in my chest. Larry's eyes got wide and he grabbed the test from my hands. "Dude if this is a joke it's not funny." He said jumping up. By now the tears were starting to fall. "Its not a joke Larry." I sniffed standing up with him. "B-but how?" He asked running his hand through his messy long hair.
"I must've missed a pill or something."
"You missed a pill? How could you have missed a pill and not tell me!" He asked upset. "It happens Larry I don't know. But this isn't just my fault we did this."
"You're right sorry. What do you want to do have you made a decision on keeping it?"
"I don't know I wanted to talk to you."
"We're sixteen (Y/n) were too young."
"I know I know. But I don't think I want to abort it, it just sounds wrong. I believe women should have the right to choose but I don't want to abort our baby."
"Of course you don't I mean I wouldnt either if I was you. I don't know how I feel about adoption. I mean I love my mom and she did a great job but not knowing my dad and not knowing that part of myself was hard. I don't think I could do that to my kid. I always told myself I'd be there for my kid unlike him."
"That only leaves one option Larry."
He sighed looking at me for a moment before coming over and wrapping his arms around me. "Looks like we're gonna have this baby. If you're sure that is." He whispered holding me close. "I'm sure I want us to keep our baby." I replied. Larry pulled away a bit wiping away my tears. "Your mom went with me to the clinic and everything but we should go tell her we're keeping it." I told him looking up to meet his eyes. He honestly looked kind of happy. "Guess so much for strings attached huh." He joked laughing his melodic laugh. I laughed and we made our way out and back to the treehouse.
Ok that was it for the first chapter let me know what you think if you'd like but I'm definitely making it a series.
~Lex💛
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Cravings disappeared, revisiting the dream world
I'm still smoke free and I realised this morning that I didn't even think about smoking weed or tobacco when I woke up this morning. The craving was just gone. I can eat now and not feel the pang of wanting to light up. All of that was diminished anyway as this withdrawal was the easiest I've done, but it's to the point now where I just do not feel that pull... Except for occasionally on the evenings. When I feel restless I miss having a smoke as well as waking up and staying awake for long periods of time, last night I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, I knew lighting up a spliff would have put me straight to sleep, but it never an option as I have no weed, tobacco or even papers in the house. I missed as something I could no longer have at all, rather than a yearning to start again, that barrier is back up in my mind and it wasn't at all debilitating or incredibly uncomfortable. I eventually went back to sleep.
The dreams are back but I never have the massively vibrant dreams I've had in the past. If I do I find it very hard to remember them, the dream I had a few days ago was quite crazy and atmospheric and one that I do remember. I don't remember the narrative but I remember I was being chased, the area I was in had a ruined and derelict quality, which is something I seem to experience a lot in dreams (which is not a negative thing, as I love derelict and abandoned places) I was also in a house, a place with victorian style ceiling moldings, but was lived in and messy, I was walking through, being chased, then all of a sudden I was conducting a property viewing. Surely a hangover from my days as a student property dogsbody. I remember the dankness, the overhanging branches of leaves and trees causing a dappled sunlight that gave the grassy broken streets a strange quality, the kind of thing you'd experience in a storm. I also vividly remember an alleyway that had sever broken paving stones in it, covered in moss.
Just now I've made the connection that that alleyway could be the small space between the garages at my nans house. It was always scary to me as a child and would have rubble and broken stones in it that were broken and mossy, perhaps those early experiences of small forgotten places like that was formative in my love for the abandoned and overlooked spaces that hidden in the world.
Either way, I've bought a supplement of magnesium, zinc and b6. Magnesium and B6 are supposed to make dreams vivid and easy to remember, can honestly say I haven't felt anything out of the ordinary yet, but I'm trying the recommended dose of 3 per day for the first time today; only taking one a day beforehand. We'll see.
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