#i’m ignoring my final papers and i’m going to make it everyone’s problem

[imtryingbuck]

Told you I’ll always come back

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: 4 years ago Y/n was Bucky’s fiancé and the team thought she betrayed them

Word count: 7,772

Warnings: angst. reader can teleport ~sorta~. reader also rolls her eyes like a trillion times. major character death. swearing. pregnancy. small mention of child birth. mention of cheating. tiny mention of sexual assault. mention of Sharon (I really need to get off the sharon-hate train) guns. gunshot wounds. sad all around

Translation: голубица - dove (if wrong please let me know)

Masterlist

When Fury rang her begging asking for her to come back for one final mission, she agreed with a condition, she’d bring her old team with her. Fury accepted.

That had been two weeks ago.

Landing back in New York brought back many memories, some good - some bad and some she wish she couldn’t remember.

“Hi can you take me to Avengers Tower please?” Getting into the cab she tried desperately to calm down her nerves.

The sky was a visual of her emotions.

Dull.

Standing outside the huge impressive building she felt like she was going to be sick. It’s been four years since she was last here.

“Hi I have an appointment with Director Fury at 12” 

“That’s fine, take a seat and I’ll let him know you’ve arrived”

“Thank you” She didn’t listen to Haley the receptionist, choosing to stand instead.

Fury came down not three minutes later with a small smile on his face. “I’ve missed you - no touching I know”

“Let’s get this over with Nick. Sooner the better”

The man knew not to try and annoy her anymore so he lead her to the elevators, going up.

Her stomach squeezed tight at the sight of her former team huddled on one side of the table, with their back to her.

“Take a seat” Fury whispered in her ear.

The moment that they saw her they were already shouting out their protests, she ignored them and listened to Fury by taking a seat to sit in.

“Calm down everyone. Now!” Fury slams his hand on the table causing everyone to fall silent. “Now, Y/n has agreed to help us with a missi-“

“We won’t work with her Fury.” Steve interrupts.

“You have no other option. No one else will or can help other then Y/n”

“We’ll just do it ourselves” Tony shrugs.

“No. This is happening, if none of you can play nice then you’ll be sacked.”

“You can’t sack us” Steve says with a scoff.

“I can and I will. Now Y/n I sent you over the details of what we’re up against, did you read it?”

“Yes”

“Your team, have you briefed them on everything?”

“Yes Fury, and yes they’re happy to help”. She rolls her eyes at Tony who mocks what she had just said.

“You said in the email that you’ve already paired people up from both teams, do you want to share it?” Like her Fury completely ignores Tony’s childish behaviour.

Sliding over a piece of paper towards her former boss and friend she continues to talk “When you see them in training and you don’t agree with my decision feel free to change it-”

“Oh we will do sweetheart”

Once again ignoring Tony “You said that my team will be allowed to stay here, in the tower?”

“Yeah Peppers done your rooms up herself, you should be grateful”

Turning her head towards the man she saw as a father figure not that long ago “When I see her I’ll give her my thanks.” Sighing she addressed the rest “You have a problem with me, so you will take it out on me. Not my team, but me. Do not think for one second that just because of our history together you can treat my guys like shit. They’re good, hardworking fighters. Fury we have two weeks to train for this mission and if I find out my team isn’t being respected or treated fairly I will not hesitate to pull them and myself out, is that understood?”

Fury’s eyebrow raise as he nods “I completely understand Y/n, welcome home”.

“My team will be here tomorrow at 12, I’ll see you then”.

“Don’t you want to know what room you’re going to be in?” Fury asked.

“No, I’m not staying here.”

“Where?”

“Not here. See you tomorrow Fury”.

Making a beeline for the elevator she takes her leave, it’s once she’s outside of the building she gasps for air.

After her shower and nighttime routine she climbs into bed, her head was throbbing but all she was hoping for was a good night sleep.

It didn’t happen.

“Tony splash me with water one more time you’ll regret it!” She laughs.

“What are you going to do huh?”

“I’ll-I’ll smash up all your vinyl albums”

“Okay okay I’ll stop”

•••

“Steve wait up I’ve only got little legs”

“Sorry.”

“Can’t you just carry me?”

“Nope, come on we’re nearly there.”

•••

“Y/n will you marry me?”

“Yes, Bucky I’ll marry you”

•••

“Natty get your bum out of bed”

“Don’t want too”

“Okay, I’ll come and cuddle with you”

“Yess!”

•••

“Y/n it’s an emergency come quick”

“Sam what’s happening?”

“Come!”

She walked in on Tony fast asleep on Bucky’s shoulder.

•••

“Wand I love you, I’m gonna marry you instead of Bucky”

“Y/n/n your drunk”

“I know”

“Why you sad for?”

“I don’t know”

•••

“Bruce turn into Hulk so I can beat him up”

“Why do you want to beat him up?”

“Because… leave me alone”

•••

“Thor guess what?”

“What?”

“Your so beautiful and I hope you so much happiness”

“La-Lady Y/n,give me a hug”

•••

Opening the door, her heart broke at the sight of-

Gasping for breath, she sat up in bed. It’s been almost two years since she last had a dream turned nightmare about her former team.

The red numbers on the clock stated it was 4:33 in the morning, laying back down she grabbed the remote and turned on the telly, there was no way she was getting any more sleep now.

Getting to the Tower a little bit earlier, she sat in her car waiting for her team to arrive. An hour later a text message popped up from her colleague and confidant stating they had arrived she got out of her car.

Greeting them all and introducing them to Fury who said to her.

“You could of come inside you know”

“I didn’t want to” Leaving him to sigh in response.

Introductions between both teams were done and it was straight onto business.

“So what powers do you lot have then?” Tony asks.

“None. We’re all human, Marley’s a witch though” Douglas your closest friend replied.

“Oh. So why are you here if you don’t have abilities?”

“We follow Y/n wherever she goes”

“Why? She’s a tra-“

“Tony enough” Fury interrupted. “Now on to business, the organisation going by The Lords have been on our radar for quite some time now, recently they’ve been getting more cocky” Fury turns around to face the screen, image after image of buildings up in flames, innocent people covered in blood, dead bodies littering the streets were shown to them. 

“We need to have them stopped. In just over two weeks they’ve planned to attack a government base, but we’re going to be taking the fight to them.”

“How?” Colleen - the woman who saved Y/n’s life ten years ago - asks.

“We’ve got their location-“

“Why don’t you just get them” Douglas nods his head to the team on the other side of the table “just to drop a bomb on the bad guys?”

“We need them alive so we can question them”

“Okay… but why all this man power?” Marco says.

“What is it with you lot always asking questions” Nat says with an eye roll.

Y/n sighed, looked at Fury “Marco has a point but I already know the answer, so I’ll be the one that fills him in. We should probably start the training, everyone knows what this missio-sorry I need to take this”. Getting up she answers her phone “Hi baby-“

Bucky hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of her from the moment she sat down. Her hair is so much shorter than it used to be, it suits her. A long jagged scar went across her cheek was new, he wondered how it happened. Seeing her sit there hands placed in her lap, her shoulders tensed up and a blank expression on her face makes him conflicted on his emotions towards the woman he was planning on spending the rest of his life with.

His heart tinged with sadness when he saw the small incrusted diamond ring with two small love hearts sitting on her finger, the finger his ring for her use to take up residence.

He wishes he could take her hand in his so he could rub his thumb over her knuckles, just like he use to whenever she was in that position as he knew it meant she was uncomfortable.

But he knew she didn’t have the right to his affection anymore not after she betr-

His thoughts are cut off as she stands, bringing her phone to her ear, greeting the person on the other end of the line with “Hi baby”.

A scowl made its way onto his face. Not that he had any right to do so.

“How are you? And don’t say you’re okay because I know better love” Douglas’s rough Scottish accent comes from next to her.

“I’m… I’ll be fine Doug, the sooner we’re done with this the sooner everything will be okay”

“Yo-you don’t have to do this, me and the team will tak-“

“Don’t. Everything will be fine after I’ve done this Dougie, you and the guys will be fine.”

They sit in silence. Doug didn’t like the plan she was going through with but he’s known her for years and knows she isn’t going to change her mind.

After training with the Avengers Y/n left, despite Fury telling her to stay and have dinner with them. Douglas left straight after the awkwardness of dinner was done, and being the only person who knew where she was staying, he headed straight there.

She brought this house for her and Bucky to live in after they retired, which they both agreed would be just before they married.

The home was beautiful, four bedrooms with two bathrooms, a large living room, kitchen with a pantry off the side of it, dinning room, an office that she had already planned to turn into a man cave for him. Two car garage, backyard was huge with a beautiful willow tree - as soon as she saw it she knew she had to have the house.

Bucky never knew about the house, she wanted to surprise him. It never happened obviously, and with a heavy heart she rented the house out.

The previous renters contract was up a month before she got the phone call from Fury, and there was no way she was going to stay in the tower. So she went to the place she wanted to call home.

“Have you spoke to them?” Doug asked breaking the silence.

“Yeah, driving Fran up the wall”. She laughs causing him to join in.

“She loves them though” He chuckles.

Nodding with a soft smile, “You should get back it’s getting late, I’ll see you tomorrow”

“You’re right” Standing up he pulls her into a hug, kissing her forehead he whispers “Don’t push me away love, not now”

That night she had the same dream as the night before, waking up at the exact same time again.

A week had been and gone, training was going good for both teams; apart for her. None of the Avengers held back, her body throbbed and ached after each session.

Today was the only day where Fury had to step in, seeing Y/n struggle against Wanda’s powers, he had to stop it.

Wanda had Y/n pinned against the wall and slowly dragging her up it, the whole room went quiet. The Avengers moved closer to the redhead whilst Y/n’s team moved closer to her.

“Mar-Marley don’t!” Y/n managed to rasp out to her friend. 

Marley though small was deadly, her powers being similar to that of Wanda’s “She’s crushing your chest!” She shot back.

“I-it’s ok-okay”

“Wanda put her down!” Fury demanded.

“No. She’s a traitor, she betrayed all of us”

“Wanda!” Fury started to get nervous for the woman being pinned to the wall.

When Wanda’s eyes shot towards Marley, Y/n grew scared. She didn’t want either one of them hurting each other. “Marl-Marley stop! T-that’s an or-order!”

“She’s hurting you. And she’s lying!”

“No she isn’t. She’s a traitor” Tony shouted.

“Admit it and I’ll let you go голубица” Wanda smiles.

Even with the pain of her chest being crushed it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the pet name slipping from her former best friends lips.

“Admit. It. Y/n.” Everyone aside from Wanda flinched at the sound of Y/n’s ribs breaking.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, hard enough to draw blood. She wasn’t going to give Wanda the satisfaction of seeing or hearing the pain she was going through. She held Wanda gaze, both women refusing to backdown.

“D-Doug…ge-get Marley out of h-here”.

She sees in the corner of her eye Douglas struggling to pull Marley with him. “If the little girl wants to play, let’s do it” Wanda says breaking eye contact with Y/n to look towards Marley.

“No! N-no don’t!”

“Admit it then Y/n, admit to your team that you’re nothing but a liar and a traitor” Wanda screams.

“It wasn’t her!” Fury shouted, taking in a shuddering breath afterwards.

“What?” Steve’s eyes bounce from Y/n to Fury.

“She wasn’t the one who betrayed us.”

“Liar!” Wanda screams again just as she brings Y/n’s body away from the wall, throwing her back into it.

“I’m not lying Maximoff! Now let her go!” Fury shouted.

“Sh-she betrayed u-us!” Y/n’s heart broke at the sight of the tears filling up in Wanda’s eyes.

“She didn’t lass.” Douglas says as he still struggles to gain somewhat of control over Marley. 

The hold on Y/n was released as she drops to the floor gasping for air. Her team run straight over to her as well as Fury who looks over at the other team with disappointment in his eyes.

“I-I’m okay” Y/n mumbles before succumbing to the darkness. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dr Cho asks when she sees Y/n trying to get out of the bed.

“I need to le-leave”

“You’ve just had your breast bone fractured and several ribs broken Y/n. You need to rest”

“I’m leavi-“

“No you’re not love, you need to stay” Douglas speaks from the doorway.

“I-I need to speak to them, it’s six”

“You need rest soldier, come on I’ll even stay with you, it’ll be like old times ay?” He smiled softly at the woman he respected more than anyone.

“Bu-“

“No buts my sweet girl, back in bed now” He gives Helen a nod before climbing into the bed with Y/n. “Get some rest love, I’ve got you”.

The next day Y/n wakes up in an empty hospital bed. Removing the wires from her, she stands up and carefully puts her clothes back on.

She crept out of the room and down the corridor, knowing exactly where she needed to go.

Hearing the raised voices coming from the briefing room, she took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling.

“-your concern Scottie”

“It is when the witch tries to kill my friend”.

“Friend” Bucky scoffs.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“I see the way you look at her”

“Don’t be stu-“

“Doug stop.” Y/n says as she walks in.

“What are you doing here? Your meant to be resting”

“I’m fine”.

Marco pulls out a chair for her, gesturing for her to sit smiling at the woman who saved his life time after time.

“I’m going to say what I have to say then I’m leaving, don’t worry Nick my team will still help”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be there, can’t exactly back out of a deal now can I?” Fury’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion and Bucky noticed Douglas tensing at her words.

Sighing deeply, she closes her eyes “Sit or stand I don’t care but here’s the truth- I was the one that did betray you. I’m not sorry either”

“Y/n stop lying!” Fury says.

“…fine. It was Sharon.”

“That’s a lie!” Steve shouts.

“No it’s not. You see Steve, she was fucking you but she wanted your best friend. She wanted me out of the way, I didn’t even know that you lot were branding me as a traitor until Hydra found me several months later. Oh and I also killed Sharon”.

The Avengers sit there searching their memories from four years ago, and sure enough everything they were told was by Sharon.

“Wait what do you mean you killed her?” Steve asks.

“I put a round of bullets into her head, she was there with Hydra when they came knocking” She shrugged.

“But th-then that means you didn’t betray us?” Tony wheezes out.

“I’m many things but I’m loyal to a fault”

“I’m so-“

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear any apologies. Not from any of you. Fury I’m gonna go now, I’ll see you on the day of the mission.”

Leaving the room before anyone can say anything she heads back to the house.

*Four years ago.*

The nausea was driving her insane, she was on her way back from a mission with a handful of SHIELD agents who could hear her gagging in the back of the quinjet. Nothing was happening for her though.

“Talk to Cho and see if it’s something you ate or something” Lucas said to her as she came and sat down.

“Yeah I might”

And she did just that, getting off the jet she headed straight to medical bay. Telling Helen all her symptoms the nurse tells her to undo her suit and lay on the bed.

“What the hell is that noise?”

Chuckling “That’s a heartbeat, wait no there’s two. Look-“

“What? How?…What?” She always wanted to be a mum but Bucky thought he couldn’t have children because of what Hydra did to him.

“Two strong hearts, you’re having twins Y/n congratulations darling” Helen beams.

It’s only as she was zipping her suit back up she noticed the small prodding bump. Smiling she walks through the corridors subtly touching her stomach as she goes, reaching the common room she sees her friends - her family.

“Hey, where’s Bucky?” She’s asks.

“He’s in your twos room” Steve says with a smile.

“Okay thanks” Reaching the door to hers and Bucky’s room she didn’t realise that the team had followed her, with a smirk on their faces.

Opening the door, her heart broke at the sight of Bucky’s bottom half covered by the quilt moving back and forth and Natasha underneath him with her arms around his neck.

Natasha was the first one to see her, with a smirk playing on her lips she taps Bucky’s shoulder making him look at the doorway. His face completely void of showing any resemblance of emotion.

The team honestly expected Y/n to say anything, something, but not a single word comes from her mouth.

Instead she vanishes into thin air. The only sound for them to hear was her engagement ring clinking off the floor.

*Seven months after.*

Y/n did the most cliche of things, by moving to the middle of nowhere. She had a three bed cottage with acres of land.

It became her sanctuary. The one place she felt at peace, at home.

Most nights she didn’t sleep and if she did she was plagued by the images of Bucky in bed with Natasha. Tossing and turning throughout the night with silent tears streaming down her cheeks, the only thing that she had left in this world was her unborn babies and Roxy the fox that would come to see her every night.

At 8 months pregnant with the twins she was huge. She didn’t know what she was having, nor did she have a scan, which did sadden her. Luckily for her though the pregnancy was going smoothly. 

It was turning ten o’clock at night on a Thursday, she knew something was wrong when Roxy hadn’t showed up. The hairs on her arms stood to attention, Y/n could feel the air changing - becoming toxic.

“Little pig little pig I know you’re in there” A loud rough voice came from outside.

“Whatever you’re selling I’m not buying” She shouted back.

“Not selling anything sweetheart, you’ve got something that belongs to us.” The voice says again causing her to roll her eyes.

Creeping as much as she possibly could with an 8 month pregnancy bump towards the window leaving her to mutter out a quiet ‘fuck’ as she sees the two dozen men outside, armed and ready for a fight. Rolling her eyes once again at the symbol embroidered on their chest of the suits they wore.

Hydra.

She hated that she just couldn’t snap into thin air, more than ever right now. She had tried it a few times - like the time she ventured out in public to go to the store, and she was standing there in the middle of isle three when she had an accident. The most humiliating thing she ever endured. Trying so hard to disappear even as she tried to helped the young woman who worked there clean up her mess.

Even after she left the store without her things she walked as fast as she could to the beat up jeep she had, trying desperately to get it to work, nothing happened.

For weeks after that event she kept trying but always failed. It had only happened once and that was many years ago now, it was when she was shot in the leg. Her emotions were all over the place, she was only fourteen. It hit her that it was because of the twins she couldn-

“Come on Y/n you’ve got no where to run, you’ve got no one to help you, just co-come out”. A new, familiar voice was now heard.

Y/n squinted her eyes thinking of a way to not only protect her babies but the woman who had been her friend for years, the woman who she thought and believed had been abducted by Hydra and was being used to get her.

“Sharon? What are you doing here? Long time no see huh”

“Y/n they promised that they won’t hurt us, just come out”.

‘Think. Think. Oi don’t kick me right now. Come on and think’ repeating softly to herself as she looked around the room. Of course her home was littered with all sorts of weapons and ammunition but she didn’t want to be the first one to shoot just incase Sharon got caught in the crossfire.

“You’ve got five seconds to come out willingly before we start shooting. We don’t need you alive little pig just need that special little thing you stole from Hyd-“

Sharon’s safety wasn’t a priority anymore, not now that Hydra thinks her babies belonged to them. He gets cut off with a bullet in between his eyes.

“Let’s go boys” She shouts as bullets zoomed through the air one straight after the other.

Bullets tore their way all throughout her home, destroying everything she had built for herself and her babies. Holes littering one side of the home.

“No no no not that vas- goddamnit!” She mutters as her favourite vase smashes into tiny little pieces. “Now it’s personal”.

One by one the sound of heavy gunfire became more quieter, until there was only two guns firing.

She grimaces as a bullet skimmed her cheek, she readied herself to shoot again when a bullet was fired.

“Y-Y/n are you hit?” Sharon shouts.

“No, it took you long enough to help out Shaz”

“I’m coming in okay”

Y/n moved away from her position, moving towards the fireplace mantle to pick up a photo of her parents that had been hit when the door came open.

“How did they get you? Are you hurt?” Y/n says with her back to Sharon. “I’ve missed yo-“.

A gun clicking from behind her stopped her words from coming out. Sighing with an eye roll she continues her task of trying to get the glass out of the picture frame. “What are you doing Sharon?”

“What’s so important about you? Why does everyone always want you huh?”

“Hell if I know, nothing special about little ol’ me it’s quite annoying really”.

“What was Simon talking about?” Sharon questions.

“Who the hell is Simon?”

“The leader, the first one you killed”

“Oh him, I’m not sure. Didn’t he tell you when he abducted you?” Y/n could see a glimpse of her friend through the broken glass, gun ever so slightly shaking as her arm starts to tremble.

“They didn’t abduct me, I’ve been working with Hydra for over a three years now.”

It took her by surprise hearing that “Fair enough” is all she says.

“Yep, I told the Avengers that you turned rat and was betraying them and they all believed it”

“Silly twats, aren’t they?” Y/n chuckles.

“Turn around. Slowly and put your hands in the air” Sharon demanded.

“And wave them around like you just don’t care” Y/n sings, as she slowly turned around and raised her hands.

Sharon audibly gasped and stumbled backwards “Yo-you’re pregnant…”

“No shit Sherlock”

“Whose is it?”

“Bucky’s but don’t tell him it’s a secret” She winks.

“You bitch!” The blonde screams “you’ve taken my life!” She starts to pace back and forth, eyes bouncing from the gun to Y/n’s stomach.

“Not yet I haven’t…” Y/n whispers.

“I love him you know! But no he wanted you, you had him and I had to settle for Steve. And now, now you’re having the love of my life’s baby!”

Despite the situation she was in Y/n couldn’t stop the sharp tang in her heart at the sight of the tears gathering in her friends eyes. But just to be a bitch she corrected the blonde “Babies, plural”

“Y-you’re having twins?”

“Yep”

Her throat tightened as she sees Sharon’s finger squeezing on the trigger, both sets of eyes shot straight to the gun as it jams.

It all happened so fast, Y/n grabbed the gun and using the handle to smack Sharon in the face, causing the woman to fall on the floor screaming in pain. Y/n walked past her to leave her home when Sharon’s hand wrapped itself around her ankle and pulled her to the ground. Sharon was up first out of the pair and was straddling Y/n back, gripping her hair in a tight vice she raised Y/n’s head before smacking it down. Again and again and again.

Sharon finally gets up kicking Y/n’s side in the process. “I’m going to do the thing I should of done years ago, you ruined my life-“

The blonde gets cut off when Y/n kicks her legs out from underneath her, causing her to fall back down.

“You’re fucking crazy you know that Sharon, Jesus”. Ever so slowly she manages to get up, her hands going to her belly “All this for a man? You’ve really lost your bloody marbles Shaz!”

“It’s Bucky! I love him” Sharon screams.

“Yeah well so did I until I caught him fucking my best friend!” She screamed back.

The pain and confusion flashed over Sharon’s face “No, your lying”

“I’m not. God I wish I was, but nope caught him fucking Natasha”

“He wouldn’t do that to me!”

“You? He was engaged to me, you absolute weirdo. Sharon just stop alright, it’s over I’m done. You want him so badly have at him! I don’t, I don’t want to fight you anymore, so please get up off my floor, stop crying and leave.”

She watches as Sharon picks herself off the ground, who then stops as they both hear that one sound Y/n had been dreading.

Her waters splashing onto the floor.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” She whispers to herself as she looks down at the sight.

With Y/n distracted she didn’t see Sharon standing fully or her running towards her.

The punch to her stomach caused her to stumble backwards, the punch to her cheek that had been sliced open by the bullet from earlier caused her to flinch. The pain in her abdomen intensified as she sees Sharon bending down to grab the gun.

“Told you I was going to end th-“ Sharon says just before she’s cut off with a bullet in between her eyes.

Whether it was because of the pain to her aching body or at the fact she was just made to kill someone she thought was a good friend, her finger wouldn’t stop pulling on the trigger.

Even after the gun kept clicking.

“Stupid bitch you could have just left but no you had to be a cunt” Y/n shouts at the dead body laying in her living room.

Dropping the gun, her hand went in between her thighs, bringing her hand back up her heart dropped at the sight of blood.

Slowly walking to find her phone she dialled the number of the one person she trusted more than anyone in this world.

“Hi love, we’ll b-“

“Doug I-I need you. Babies are comi-“ She cuts herself off when a scream tears its way out.

“We’re on our way!”

“H-hurry.” She says just as she drops the phone as she slides down to the floor.

Doug and Fran arrived as fast as they humanly could. Both of their hearts dropped to the pit of their stomachs when they saw all the bodies lying in her front yard.

Running inside they see the body of a blonde and Y/n, legs open as she births her baby.

“Love we’re here, Doug get towels quickly” Fran’s frantic yet soft voice says.

“I-it’s the second one” and that’s when the ringing of adrenaline fades and was replaced by a cry, when they look to the side they see the tiny body of baby number one.

Neither Fran or Doug moved as they watched their friend deliver her second baby. Neither one of them could wrap their heads around the strength Y/n showed time and time again.

It shouldn’t have surprised them really.

“T-this one’s a girl, what about the other one” Y/n asked, voiced laced with tiredness.

“A boy, he’s a beautiful baby boy” Fran smiles as she picks the still crying baby up, handing him over to his momma.

“Logan-Douglas and Harlow-Francesca” Y/n’s eyes move from her babies to the couple in front of her.

“R-really love? You want to name them after us?” Doug asks with tears in his eyes.

“Of course, you’re their godparents after all”

*two months before Fury rings her*

Y/n makes her way through the busy streets with her head down. She can’t stop the eye roll when she notices the two agents following her.

Slowing her pace she waited for the inevitable to happen.

As the agents got behind her a black van comes skidding past, the sliding door comes open, a sack is placed over her head and she’s pushed in.

“Do you guys want me to act scared or what?”

“Shut up”.

“Feisty”

After a while the van comes to a stop and she’s all but dragged out of it.

When the sack was removed her eyes dart around, rolling her eyes for the hundredth time, she’s in an abandoned warehouse.

“Ah Ross, so good to see you. You know if you wanted to see me so badly you could have just called” She smiles at the man.

“Wanted to surprise you Y/n”

“Oh yeah no I noticed, I was so surprised I didn’t see it coming…notice the sarcasm?”. Her head tilts to the side at the sound of footsteps “Hi Fury”

The man gives her a curt nod “Y/n”

“Wanna tell me why I’m here?”

“We have proof that you weren’t the rat, you can come back to SHIE-“

“Absolutely not. I’m fine in doing what I’m doing now thanks, can I go?”

“Y/n you’re a mercenary-“

“It pays the bills” She shrugs.

Fury shakes his head at Ross when he tries to continue, “You didn’t seem so surprised when he mentioned a rat, why?”

“Bit slow aren’t you? Let me guess the one that betrayed you was…Sharon? Yep I knew, um three years ago? Yeah something like that”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Didn’t think you lot deserved the truth so, can I now go?”

“We need to tell the Aveng-“ 

“No. Don’t, look let’s just keep everyone thinking I turned rat okay? It’s the best for everyone.”

Both men look to each other before slowly nodding. “It’s so great to see you Y/n” Fury says as he tries to pull her into a hug.

Stepping back she puts her hands up “I don’t like being touched nowadays, so no touching but it’s great to see you too Nicky”

“I told you not to call me that. See you” He chuckles and making his exit.

“We need to talk Y/n” Ross sighs once the pair are alone.

“About?”

“Your old team” 

Her heart stops.

“W-what about them?” She knows exactly what it’s about.

Rubbing his hand over his face, he looks at her with sympathetic eyes. “The officials want you all to pay for what happened that night”.

“We was set up Ross! Right from the get go, it was all a fucking set up!”

“I know, Y/n I know. I tried telling them but they won’t listen to me” He speaks earnestly.

“Why aren’t they going after John?”

John Cooper, a name she hasn’t heard or spoke of or thought of for over ten years now. He was Y/n’s handler for a year, he made her go out and find people who was at the top of their game. She didn’t know why but she did as she was told to do, finding the best of the best.

Douglas - best snipper in the army. Helped that he could fight like a beast.

Marco - best hacker she had ever seen, fighter, built like a brick wall (secretly a cuddle bear).

Colleen - she saved Y/n’s life when she had been cornered in a dark alleyway neither her or her attacker saw the knife coming. No brainer.

Marley - a young girl at the time was an experiment Y/n stumbled on, she didn’t have the heart to leave her and when she saw what she was capable of doing, she brought her on board too.

Then there was Hank - the biggest mistake she ever made. He was ruthless and conniving, she thought it would work well in her favour until they all heard screaming and they saw him pinning a seventeen year old Marley to the wall and was trying to shove his hand into the girls trousers. Y/n didn’t hesitate to put a bullet into his skull, catching Marley as she fell.

John said they needed another person but she refused. There was no way she was going to bring another person in, not after what had happened.

Their mission was for them to break into a government base and download all the information off the computers, when they got there, there was dead bodies of workers.

Pulling back Y/n ordered them to leave, the moment they stepped back outside they were surrounded by the military, FBI and even SHIELD. 

That was the night she met both Ross and Fury.

“Y/n he’s dead, died in a Mexican prison seven years ago.”

“Oh…”

“I need you to tell me the locations of all four of them”

Chuckling softly, “that’s not going to happen Ross and you know it.”

“No I know-“

“If I give them me, confess to murdering all those people, tell them l was the only person that did it, will they leave them alone?” She asks desperately.

“But that’s not tr-“

“It doesn’t matter what’s true or not Ross. Will they yes or no?”

Closing his eyes he whispers “yes”.

“Let me make one phone call and I’ll come with you, right here right now”.

“That doesn’t need to happen. I’ll need your help soon, you help and I’ll make sure you get a fair trial”

“My old team walks. Free and clear, no one comes after them and I want it in writing Ross.”

“Deal.”

Shaking hands she walks back over to the van, hopping in “take me back from where you kidnapped me from”.

*Back to the present*

The first thing she did when she got into her car was FaceTime Fran who answered after a few rings.

“Hey”

“Hi, Doug told me what happened you’re supposed to be resting Y/n/n”.

“I’m fine,honestly. Where’s my little terrors?”

Laughing Fran calls for the twins, Y/n couldn’t stop smiling when she heard their feet’s pounding on the floor shouting for her.

“Here, talk to momma - I’ll talk to you after okay missy”.

“Of course. Hi babies”

“Momma” they replied in unison. To see them brought a smile to her lips, her heart ached with the need to hold them in her arms.

“Guess what bubbas!”

“What” Logan asked.

“Momma loves you both, so so much!”

“I wuv you mama” Harlow screams down the phone, making her and Fran laugh.

“Logie aren’t you going to tell me the same?”

“I wuv you momma so so so so so so much” His little face beams.

They were truly the perfect mixture of Y/n and Bucky. Logan had Y/n’s eyes whilst Harlow had Bucky’s, Harlow had her fathers smile and Logan had his mommas. The mannerisms of the pair were the exact same as their parents.

She spoke with them for close to an hour, them telling her all about their fun filled day. Saying goodbye to them pained her, she hated saying them words to her babies. Speaking with Fran for a bit she ended the call and went back to the house.

In dire need of sleep.

The rest of the week passed, Douglas visiting her most days and telling her that the team of superheroes wanted to see her to apologise, nothing was ever said back to him, leaving him hoping that things were different. 

It was the day of the mission, she rang Fran so she could speak to her babies one last time. She left the house and headed back to the tower.

“It’s important that everyone knows exactly what the plan is. Nothing can go wrong”. Fury speaks from the head of the table. “Anyone want to saying anything?”

“Yeah, Y/n I’m so so-“ Wanda tries to say.

“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over and done with, my guys- are you ready?”

“Yes boss” All answer.

“Well, good luck everyone”.

On the quinjet ten minutes later, awkwardness filled the air as both teams sit on opposite sides. No words are spoken other than the pilot saying they were taking off.

Exactly three hours twenty-five minutes and 13 seconds - she timed it - was how long it took for Tony to say something, to be honest she was shocked it took him that long.

“Y/n can we talk?”

“If it’s an apology I don’t want it, it mean’s absolutely nothing to me. If it’s about the mission, then yes we can talk.”

“We need to apologise Y/n/n”

The nickname coming from Sam’s lips make her flinch. “I don’t want it nor need it.”

The quinjet fell silent once again.

That was until Bucky broke it. “I never cheated on you”

Everyone noticed the flash of pain in her eyes, “what?”

“I never slept with Nat, we pretended in order to hurt you, ba-Y/n we believed that you betrayed us”

“Believed Sharon don’t you mean.”

“We-I didn-“

“Awesome.”

“What?”

“I think it’s funny that instead of asking me and oh I don’t know believing me, instead you all believed a desperate blonde who had to settle for the man who still pines after her dead aunt, it’s quite absurd to me really.”

“We didn’t know what to believe Y/n. You’re the one that killed Sharon s-“ Steve speaks and ultimately gets cut off.

“I only killed her because I had no other choice!”

“There’s always a choice” He spat back.

“You’re right. But that night I didn’t have one, I wish it wasn’t but she left me no choice!”

“Why did you do it?”

“Pilot how long do we have long left?” They all look baffled by her change of the subject.

“We’re nearly here Miss”.

“Thanks” turning to look Bucky directly in the eyes “when this is all over Doug can explain it to you, end of discussion.”

The quinjet lowers to the ground and everyone takes their leave, just as Y/n walked past Douglas she slides two things into his pocket before gripping his hand and smiling towards him, he squeezes her hand and leans over to place a kiss to her temple.

Bullets fly freely, smoke fill their lungs, grunts and screams are heard. Pushing forwards they all work as one.

They had only been there for less than an hour before the remaining members of The Lords surrender.

After all the intel was gathered, the prisoners on board, they hear the sound of another jet.

“What the hell?” Tony asks.

The Avengers watch as Y/n gives each of her team a lingering hug - who all apart from Douglas looked confused.

As she gets to Doug hugging him too, she whispers something into his ear that even the two super soldiers couldn’t hear, pulling back they stand to attention and salute one another.

She says nothing as she passes them and up the soldiers who put handcuffs on her.

“What the hell just happen-“ Bucky stumbles out but is cut off when the jet carrying the woman who he was still very much in love with inside exploded.

Marley screams and the sound breaks Douglas’s heart, he grabs the woman who he’s always seen as his daughter in his arms as well as Colleen who falls to her knees. Marco stands there with his dark brown eyes not moving away from the still falling parts of the jet.

The Avengers, they all have silent tears streaming down their cheeks, none of them know what to say or do. They’ve just witnessed the person who at one point they trusted more than anything, the person they all betrayed just die.

Douglas walks past them all with both women in his arms and walks straight up the ramp with Marco following behind.

When everyone’s on board the quinjet they see him sitting in the seat Y/n was occupying.

“The day she walked in on you fucking her best friend she found out she was pregnant. The night she killed Sharon, Hydra had showed up at her home wanting the babies, that scar she has-had on her cheek was from a bullet graze, Sharon tried to kill Y/n - caused her to go into early labour. Y/n killed Sharon because she had no other choice, hell she even gave the blonde bitch an out. When me and my wife got there she was in the middle of delivering her second baby.” He shakes his head sadly “the reason my best friend is dead is because of us” pointing to himself and the other three “she made a decision to leave her babies behind just so we didn’t get given the death penalty”.

Douglas pulls out the items Y/n had put into his pocket, her ring - the one with two love hearts that represented her twins, and her dog tags that also had two smaller tags with the twins names, date of birth engraved on them.

“James, she made me and my wife adopt the twins. She knew exactly what she was going to do when Ross talked to her about their deal, she said it was okay for us to let you see them. But please don’t think for one second that you’ll be able to take them away from us, because pal even if you are a super solider I’ll still kill you.”

Bucky sits there with tears in his eyes, “what’s their names?”

“Logan-Douglas and Harlow-Francesca” Doug tells him with a smile.

“Ca-if it’s okay with you and your wife, can I meet them?”

“You won’t try anything stupid?”

“No, god no of course not!”

“Then yeah that can be arranged.”

For two years Bucky sees the children he didn’t know existed until two years ago.

His heart dropped to his stomach when Douglas took him to the house that Y/n had brought for them to live in after they retired. It became the warm loving home for Douglas, Fran and the kids.

Bucky did retire, the day after he lost the love of his life and met his children for the first time, and not only that but he also brought the house next door.

He formed a great bond with the couple who let him see the kids whenever he wanted - which was now every day since he moved next door.

The bond he had with his children was now unbreakable. Everyday he was reminded of what he lost and lost out of just by looking at their adorable little faces. He loved them so deeply, loving them at its purest form. He wishes more than anything that he could go back in time and redo everything all over again, but since he can’t he continues to make up for lost time.

He’s sat in the living room with the kids, Doug and Fran when a knock comes from the front door, he watches as Doug goes to answer and truly didn’t think anything of it.

“Hi babies” A warm voice says.

“Momma!” The twins scream in unison.

Shooting up from were he was laying on the floor building with the Lego set Steve brought Logan, he watches his kids jump up and run over to Y/n who instantly picks them up.

She’s alive. She’s standing right in front of him. His chest tightens. She’s really here.

“H-how?” He whispers but she hears it.

“You’ve been doing so great with them, I’ve been watching” she smiles.

He walks slowly over to her as she puts the kids down and he doesn’t hesitate or think about it before he smashes his lips to hers.

“I still love you Y/n/n”

“I still love you Bucky”

The kids squeal and jump in circles around their parents as Doug and Fran hold on to each other. 

Y/n pulls away from the man she still loves after everything and picks up her big babies.

“I told you I’ll always come back”

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[nervousgardenerkid]

Say it

a/n: i planned to upload this earlier but i really wanted to enjoy my off day😭 i hope you guys enjoy this! credit to the gif owner <3

Eddie never had a problem with saying what was on his mind. If he was happy, he wouldn't be afraid to let everyone know. When he was sad he'd sulk all day until it was time to play d&d, and if he was pissed he had no problem shouting it from the rooftops. Eddie wore his heart on his sleeve and that's something he'd never change, and it's something you wouldn't want him to change.

"How come you haven't said it yet?” you asked.

His face scrunched into confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“We’ve been dating for six months, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles, not looking up from his d&d journal.

“And it's been the best six months ever.”

“Why haven't you said you love me yet?”

Eddie feels his whole body tense and he sneaks a glance at you, his heart breaking when he sees you on the other side of the couch.

“I say it…”

“No, you don't. I say it first and it's always followed with a kiss or you just mumble out me too.”

Eddie shifted in his seat. He does love you, he loves you more than anything on this earth, but for some reason, he can never say the words. You let out a sigh and brought your knees close to you.

“I know you have your way of showing me that you love me, but sometimes I need to hear it.”

Eddie kept his eyes on the papers in front of him, too scared to look at you. “Okay,” he muttered while writing something down.

You swallowed the lump that was in your throat and nodded your head. “I’m gonna go home now.”

His head finally shot up, eyes finally landing on you while he felt around his pockets for his keys. “Let me find my keys real quick-”

“I'll just walk. Bye Eds,” you said quickly while walking out of the door. Eddie’s shoulders slump. You always give him a kiss goodbye, and he always takes you home. He shakes his head trying not to think about it too much and goes back to whatever he was working on. He's sure you guys are fine, you always are, but there's a little voice in his head that's screaming at him to go after you. He's just choosing to ignore it.

-

the next couple of days are filled with you being less affectionate towards Eddie. he doesn't drive you to school or take you home anymore, you catch rides with Steve and Robin. You no longer stay after school to sit and watch him play d&d, and you stop by his trailer for a quick minute before going to hang out with Max. Eddie is sitting at lunch munching on his pretzels, his eyes are focused on you as he watches you laugh at something Robin said while you throw a grape at her.

“So Eddie, what time are we meeting up tonight?”

Eddie’s eyes left your laughing figure and focused on Mike. “What?”

“dude, d&d. What time are we meeting?”

“Oh. Uh,” his eyes drifted towards you once more and he shrugged his shoulders. “Usual time I guess.”

“Are you okay?” Dustin asked him. Eddie saw you waving goodbye to Robin and shot up from his seat ignoring Dustin’s question. He tried catching up to bumping into students here and there. When the hell did you walk so fast?! He grabs onto your hand with a sigh of relief.

“Woah there speedy, where you going to?” he asked in a teasing tone. You give him a sad smile.

“Just wanna get to class before the halls get packed.”

Eddie looked all around him seeing that the hallway was already packed. “Babe, it's high school, halls are always gonna be packed.”

You let out a chuckle and he tilted his head before dragging you into an empty classroom.

“Hey, what's up with you?”

You shook your head refusing to say.

Eddie frowned and placed his hand under your chin making you look at him.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Tears began to form, curse your fragile heart. “Do you love me, Eddie?”

“Of course I do-”

”Then why won't you say it?”

Eddie froze and realized he was put on the spot. His hands began to feel clammy and he rubbed them on the rough material of his jeans.

“Do we have to do this now?” he asked in a hushed tone, looking around the room as if dozens of eyes were in him.

“If not now, then when Eddie? The next six months of our relationship? I can't wait that long.”

His eyes met yours. “What are you saying?”

“I need you to say it, Eddie, please I just need to hear it.” you whimpered out.

The words were on the tip of Eddie's tongue. He wanted to say it, he wanted to scream it even, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

You let out a chuckle. “This was stupid.”

“Wait, y/n, please.”

You shook your head, wiping away the years that were streaking down your face. “I gotta head to class. I'm gonna be late, bye Eds.”

-

A week passed and you avoided Eddie like he had the plague. You'd hear his van coming down the street and sneak out of the window of your bedroom. You took different routes to your classes just so you wouldn't have to run into him, and you started going to robin’s to save Steve some gas money for taking you to school.

You walked into family video with your head hung low, hands running along the spines of the VHS cases.

“Jesus, are you okay?” you heard Steve ask. You look up at him in surprise.

“I thought Robin worked today?”

Steve pushed himself off the wall and leaned against the counter. “Nah, I'm covering for her since she saved my ass from Keith last week.”

You let out a soft oh before you hopped onto the counter to have a seat.

“So, what's wrong?” Steve asked.

“Boy problems,” you mumbled while swinging your feet back and forth.

Steve raised his eyebrows and rested his chin in the palm of his hand.

“Munson? Did he do something? Cause if he did I can-”

“Steve, you know I love you, but you don't have the best track record in fighting.”

He rolls his eyes and stands up straight, resting his hands on his hips.

“I'm trying to be a good friend here.”

You giggle at him and mumble out an apology.

“Lay it on me,” he says, resting his back on the counter and looking at you.

“I don't think Eddie loves me.”

Steve let out a snort. “You're joking, right?”

You stay quiet.

“Holy shit, you aren't. What makes you think that?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, no. None of that, talk it out.”

You groan and throw your head back. “We've been dating for six months and he hasn't said it.”

“Do you say it?”

You nodded your head and put your hands on your lap twiddling your fingers.

“I say it all the time! He'll either just smile or say me too.”

Steve nodded his head listening to what you were saying.

“I just, I don't think he loves me.”

Steve cleared his throat, thinking of what to say next. Be sweet Steve. He thought to himself. Your friend is going through something serious.

“You're so stupid.” oops.

You let out a gasp and smack him in the chest. He lets out a laugh and puts his hands in the air surrendering.

“I'm sorry! It's true though.”

“How do you know?”

“I've never seen anybody look at someone the way Eddie Munson looks at you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“You really didn't know? Y/n, that man looks at you like you created life itself. I swear if you asked him to give you the sun he'd magically find some way to give it to you.”

You let out a giggle. “Why won't he say it then?”

“Y/n, you gotta remember he's been bullied like, forever. He can probably show regular emotions with no problem but being vulnerable is way different.”

You let the words Steve says sink in as you put your face in your hands. “I'm an idiot.”

Steve chuckles and removes your hands from your face.

“Yes but you're a pretty one, now go get ‘em, tiger.”

You hop off the counter but not before hugging Steve and telling him thank you. Steve waves goodbye as you run out the door and in the direction of Eddie's trailer.

“3…2…1…”

“Hey, can you drive me?”

-

You thank Steve once again before running out of the car towards the trailer. You smack on the door with both hands frantically. You hear a muffled Jesus okay! Give me a fucking second! Before the door swings open and you're greeted with Eddie's irritated face. Irritation leaves him once he realizes it's you. He stands straight and clears his throat.

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

He steps to the side letting you in the trailer. He gently shuts the door and means against it, his hands behind his back, his fingers gently tapping on the door.

“I'm sorry.” you rushed out. He widened his eyes a bit and watched as you began to pace the room.

“I know you love me, you're the best boyfriend I've ever had and you treat me like a fucking princess. I didn't even think of how hard it could be for you to be vulnerable. That was so selfish of me because you show me you love me by wanting to spend every day with me, and by sneaking into my room when you know that my parents could kill you.”

Eddie opens his mouth trying to say something but you're too busy lost in your own world.

“I'm so sorry for avoiding you Eddie, I was just lost in my own head and I thought things would be easier if I just avoided you.” tears were streaming down your face, and your pacing stopped. “I had to get help from Steve, but he was surprisingly helpful. Don't tell him I said that I don't need him getting cocky-”

“I love you.”

Silence fell over the both of you as you tried to register what he said.

“I'm sorry, what?”

Time seemed to slow down for both of you. Eddie was taking steps toward you, both of your hearts were beating out of your chest. He grabs your face and his thumbs rub your cheeks gently.

“I love you.”

You stood in silence from shock, but also guilt. Does he really mean this or have you manipulated him into saying it because he thinks you're breaking up? You don't want him to feel forced to say it, you wanted him to say it on his own, but you also begged him to hear the words. Now here you are, hearing the words but you're frozen with tears in your eyes.

“Say something, sweetheart I'm kinda putting my heart on the line here,” Eddie says with a nervous chuckle.

“Do you mean it? You're not just saying it cause you think we're breaking up?”

“We are never breaking up,” he says in a serious tone causing you to giggle. “and of course I mean it.”

“You don't feel forced?”

Eddie shakes his head and wraps you in his arms for a hug. Tears are streaming down your face and you're not even trying to hide them anymore, if Eddie can be vulnerable then so can you.

“I don't want you to feel forced Eddie, I want you to say it when you're ready, I'm so sorry for rushing you-”

Eddie cuts you off by kissing you. His lips are soft against yours and the way he's holding you lets you know that you're never allowed to avoid him like that again.

“You talk too much,” Eddie mumbles against your lips. You gently smack his chest causing him to let out a soft chuckle. “You didn't force me into saying it or rush me for that matter.”

He pulls away slightly to look at you, eyes soft and full of love.

“I know that you know that I love you, like you said I show you that everyday.” he took a deep breath and gave you a sad smile. “but this whole week I felt so miserable not hearing you say those three words.”

You sniffled. “It could've been because I was avoiding you.”

Eddie shook his head. “I was giving you your space, trust me sweetheart you're never going to get rid of me.”

You let out a sad giggle as he gently wipes your tears away. The nerves found their way back to your body as you looked at Eddie.

“Do you really mean it?”

“What, you want me to shout it from the rooftops? Cause I will find a way to climb to the top of this trailer right now. Hell, I'll climb onto the roof of the town hall and scream it.”

You wrap your arms around him, bringing him for a tight hug. You don't know how you let your brain convince you that Eddie didn't love you. Your heart swelled at the words he was telling you, and you think back to what Steve was telling you.

“What if I wanted the sun?”

Eddie pulls away, placing a kiss on your forehead, then both of your cheeks.

“Then the sun you shall have.”

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[mortiferumsomnum]

Danny Had Enough of Clockwork’s Pining

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The reason why Alfred is somewhat immortal is because Clockwork is in love with him, and had “blessed” him, but Alfred is unaware about all this, and Clockwork would love to keep that to himself, thank you. 

But Danny, being the little shit that he was, went up to Alfred.

“Hello, good sir!” said Danny in the middle of the grocery store, not at all looking like a naughty little boy up to no good. 

Alfred, being the absolute angel that he was, smiled kindly towards Danny, straightening his back after grabbing some canned sardines and putting them in the cart. “Yes, young sir? How may I help you?”

Clockwork, who was still in his lair, cursed as Danny said, “My Dad has been pining over you for... years? I think? And I just wanted to ask if you were free anytime this week so you could meet him.”

THAT BLASTED CHILD! Clockwork stopped time in his lair, making sure that even the observants were frozen, before disappearing and appearing behind Danny with his perfectly crafted Human form.

“Daniel William Fenton,” and good, the child flinched, “that’s enough.”

But when Danny turned towards him, he didn’t look the least bit remorseful.

Clockwork lifted his eyes to see Alfred, and his breath hitched when Alfred smiled. Amusedly. At HIM. 

Let it be known that Clockwork did not blush. He didn’t.

“I...” Clockwork coughed into his hand to clear his throat. Because he surely didn’t squeak either. “I am Horatio Clockwork. This child is just someone I am babysitting.”

A loud, ‘Hey!’ came from Danny, which was promptly ignored.

Alfred chuckled. And it was beautiful.

“Alfred Pennyworth,” he said. And his was smooth and beautiful and... 

“ClockDad, stop staring at him. It’s rude,” Danny said, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Clockwork huffed. “I wasn’t staring at him, Danny.” Then looking at Alfred, and Ancients, he could look at those eyes forever. “I’m sorry if it seemed that way.”

Danny huffed beside him. “Yeah, Mr. Pennyworth. I’m sorry if Clockwork was enjoying too much of a beautiful view.”

Okay, that’s it. He needs to get his child and himself out of here. 

But a small laugh from Alfred got Clockwork out of his thoughts.

“I am free this Friday evening,” he said, bringing out a pen and a piece of paper, writing on it with smooth motions, and handing it over to Clockwork with a wink. “Do message me the time and place, Mr. Clockwork.”

Clockwork took the paper.

And then, Alfred Strode away. Clockwork could swear the man’s hips were swaying.

He got Alfred’s number in his hands, written on a piece of paper.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” said Danny.

That doesn’t stop Clockwork from dragging Danny kicking and screaming out of the grocery store and back to his lair.

******

WHAT IS THIS?!??!?!?!? I DON’T KNOW EITHER XD

BUT NOW I’M MAKING THIS EVERYONE ELSE’S PROBLEM TOO

- Clockwork discovered Alfred when he was bored watching people in his lair. It was love at first sight the moment he saw Alfred defeat the odds in some secret mission. He was like some movie protagonist, shirt off and muscles prominent. An explosion happened in the background while Alfred surveyed his surrounding area with keen eyes. He looked glorious.

- Clockwork would follow Alfred’s adventures in being in the military. He cheered when Alfred became one of the best plan pilots in the army. He wept when he saw how distressed Alfred was in treating his comrades with field medic skills that was forced upon him. He cried in joy when Alfred finally left the military life to become a butler, an insanely handsome butler, for the Wayne family in America.

- But then, Alfred would have to go back to the distressing life of having to watch his loved ones pass away before him, again. He watches as Alfred desperately teaches Bruce how to defend himself (even if he looked very composed, he wasn’t. Alfred wasn’t composed). He watched as Alfred kept the Wayne Manor clean in worry, repetitive actions being the only thing that calms the man, while Bruce went off on his soul-searching journey to train himself while giving Alfred messages once in a while to confirm that he’s still alive. 

- He watched as Alfred gained a grandson, lost a grandson, and gained more grandchildren as the years went on.

- And then Danny came into Clockwork’s life, and Clockwork could feel how Alfred felt when he took in Bruce as his son.

- Well, that pride and happiness towards his pseudo-son was short-lived once Danny found out his secret.

- “ClockDad, look. Both of you are single. Both of you are old. Both of you are available. So, like, why not?”

- Because Clockwork is immortal, and Alfred is not---

- Danny stared at Clockwork in deadpan. “There is literally an afterlife for restless souls, which is the Ghost Zone! If Kitty and Johnny could be together, so can you two!!”

- “He does not know I exist.”

- I can fix that, thought Danny.

- So, Danny reads all of Clockwork’s (creepy as heck and bordering on stalker-ish--- Oh GOD, he even has a picture of Alfred SHIRTLESS-- Nope. Not touching that. God. Ancients. Just. NO.) notes and went to the grocery store that Alfred frequented.

- Thanks to Danny, Clockwork gets a date. And Clockwork knew exactly where to take Alfred.

- “By the way, what are you going to do about your fake civilian identity?” Danny asked.

- Clockwork didn’t answer him.

- And Danny figured it out. “You already had a civilian identity prepared for yourself... didn’t you? When did you make it?! When you fell in love with Alfred?!”

- Clockwork still didn’t answer him.

- “HOLY SHIT, CLOCKWORK!”

- All I can say is, the date was a success. Clockwork even managed to get a kiss... or two... or ten...

- It was a full blown make-out session that Danny (who was invisible) and the Bats (who were stalking in some of the higher buildings) cringed to. They were two sweet and gross old men that were in love. And that’s nice. But they don’t want to see them kissing!!

- Bruce had many reservations about it. That’s his Dad. And it didn’t matter if they already had their first date! If they plan to get serious and... get... married. OH GOD. WHAT IF THEY WANT TO GET MARRIED?! THEY NEED TO CONSULT BRUCE FIRST! BRUCE NEEDS TO MEET THIS HORATIO CLOCKWORK. And, to Bruce’s delight, everyone in the batfamily wanted in on giving this Clockwork the shovel talk.

- Hitting two weeks into the relationship, Clockwork came clean to Alfred, because he knew this man. He also now knows this man better than before. He did this not because it was fair, but because he wanted to be loved for all of him. Not just as Horatio Clockwork, but as fully Clockwork.

- Danny, who was on board the whole time, became worried for him.

- But Clockwork wasn’t as worried.

- And Clockwork was right. And because the two of them were very good at communication (which shocked Danny because Clockwork always talked to him in riddles. On purpose. Let it be known that although Clockwork is wise, he’s also a conniving little shit, the master of all things gremlin and mischief), they decided that it was best to keep Clockwork’s ghost status hidden, and not bring it up when it is not needed.

- But, because Danny is a good son, he goes with Clockwork to Wayne Manor as moral support. Invisible Moral Support. Danny was also going there to watch the Batdad and Batkids shovel talk Clockwork. (And he stayed invisible the entire time. Sucks to be you, Clockwork).

- When Clockwork saw Jason’s status, while he and Alfred were alone (and after soundproofing the room he and Alfred were sharing in the manor... of course Clockwork noticed the hidden cameras), lying together on the bed with Alfred in his arms, he talked about what Clockwork could make for Jason so that the young man could live the rest of his life without the Lazarus’ influence. Alfred cried tears of happiness, and kissed Clockwork (they were just put out that they couldn’t do hot gay sex without the family knowing.)

- Bruce begrudgingly accepted Clockwork after seeing how happy he made Alfred. Clockwork even managed to gain the approval of the batkids. 

******

- “I should bring my emotionally adopted son the next time I visit,” said Clockwork.

- They all agreed and were excited to meet Danny.

- When Danny - 15 years old - appeared, he hugged Bruce by the waist. “Nice to meet you, future brother-in-law!!!”

- The batkids love him.

#This came to me in a dream #a wonderful dream it was #uwu #dc x dp #dp x dc #clockwork #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #batfam #danny fenton #danny phantom #clockwork x alfred #CLOCKWORTH #alfred became a monsterfucker holy shit

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new task: valentine's day |ACTS|

A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 2.350k

CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 3: WINDOWS, LETTERS AND POEMS}

Wednesday. 9:56 am. 14th February.

Most of your classmates were still arriving from their next class as you stared at two papers in your hands slightly from afar, pencil in your lips.

You had discarded most of your creations all Monday and Tuesday when you finally ended with a draft you liked for the stupid english homework. It was nothing out of the ordinary.

But the letter in your other hand, however, was something you had never done before.

“What’s that you got there?”

Any kind of bubbly and nervous emption you had vanished at the sound of that low voice.

“Fuck off, Li.” You grunted in a husky tone, frowning at him and grabbing back the letter from his hands.

“Is it a love letter for me?” He chuckled, ignoring your behaviour.

“Why the fuck would I write that, huh?” You laughed, a chuckle full of acid, one that had much more hatred that you had ever said before.

Henry brushed a hand through his hair, and you couldn’t help but think he looked stupid. You had liked this guy? Ugh.

“Because today is valentine’s day, shortcake.”

You squinted and frowned at him.

“Swishing those dyed and damaged locks like a Loreal advert won’t make anyone fall in love with you.” You snorted, and realized the people in the hallway had fallen into silence, listening to your conversation. “Or maybe it worked with that blond girl in the club?” You pretended to ponder out loud, leaning against the locker behind you, facing him with confidence.

“Wait, what?” He mumbled.

You snickered, taking him by surprise. “Oh, silly. I was never going to date you. I kept hearing that you were an ass and figured that was right, because aside from me, little to no people talked to you. I guess I just felt pityful.” You faked a pout.

He clenched his fists, his shoulders tense.

“You’re lying.” He grunted.

You chuckled. “You wish I was. That blond girl didn’t steal my man. She stole my problem.” You heard some gasps from the people in the corridor, as they had formed some kind of circle around you two.

But then, Henry snorted, and cleared his throat, talking with a much louder voice. “So you’re not going to let everyone know about you and Seungmin?” He smirked. “I feel like that’s a bit unfair. Making it seem like I’m the bad guy and all.”

You tried hard to make it seem like that hadn’t surprised you. You were so surprised by it that you didn’t have time to react when he yanked your letter from your hand.

“Such sweet words, all dedicated to him,” he mocked. “I think these people want to know.”

“Give it back!” You clenched your jaw, your eyes dull with embarassment.

Even if he wasn’t as tall as Seungmin, there was still a decent difference between you and him. And with a sly grin, he raised the paper above your head.

You licked your lips, anger filling your body.

“Give. It. Back.”

But then he started reading.

“I looked at him as if he were the Sun, in that I never looked at him except in frustration.” He read out loud, moving the paper from your reach everytime you tried to reach. “I seeked his warmth, I complained when he was gone, but I never looked, not until I noticed he was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset, I wondered how I had never seen him before.”

You stared at the floor, a blush spreading through your cheeks, coming from your neck.

“And that’s basically what happened.” You mumbled to Abril and Lucas over at a bench in the school grounds, hours after that whole thing had happened.

“What?!” You flinched at Abril’s loud voice. “I’m going to kill him. I am so going to murder that nasty ass bitch.” She threatened to stand up, but Lucas grabbed her forearm.

“And what about Seungmin?” He questioned softly, a lot more gentle that what you usually would expect.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“I haven’t spoken to him since Friday” You stared at him with a weakness you had never felt before. “It’s like he doesn’t want to talk to me, I…” you sighed. “I don’t know what to think anymore.” You sniffed.

You had to stay in the study room for the afternoon, waiting for Atenea to get out of the club she was in so you could head to the library together like you had promised, but as you studied in silence, someone sat in the chair in front of you, frowning at you.

You took your headphones off and scratched your eyes. “Eh… Hyunjin?”

“Abril told Lara and she told me,” he mentioned in a huff. “And I’ve known Seungmin for many years. He’s not an impulsive guy. He hasn’t treated anyone like how he treats you.”

You blinked, puzzled, but frowned at him. “Are you going to scold me?”

“You better believe I am!” He scoffed. “Would you like me to politely tell you that you’ve behaved like a total idiot around him?”

“What are you—?!”

“You simply never bothered to talk to Seungmin about any of what Lara told me!” He stated with force, and you didn’t think to tell him to shut up, considering that the study room was empty that time.

“Do you really expect me to understand whatever was happening and tell him right away?” You blurted out with anger, a bit shocked at his rough approach. “Had I had the opportunity I would have!

He rolled his eyes, passing a hand over his face in a sign of desperation.

“You had every opportunity! For months!” He left his hand on the table, and started tapping at it with force, trying to make a point. “Admit it. Seungmin has been in your head ever since we both changed from the other class and you two started bickering.” Hyunjin’s eyes stared at you with a fierce glare that almost threatened to pierce holes through your skull.

“That’s bullshit!” You spitted out defensively.

“Oh, spare me!” He brushed it off. “There have been countless clues! Your stupid need to make everything a competition when it comes to him is infuriating. He talks to me about these things, you know?” He swallowed, and you leaned back in surprise, but he kept on going. “How you look at him when you’re angry, or how you mock and tease him back. It’s stupid!” He cursed out loud. “And these last two weeks have only made it so much worse.”

“What do you mean, worse?” You pondered softly, slowly taking in Hyunjin’s dramatic act.

“I mean, you were totally smitten by how he ridiculously kissed you at the back of the bus last week, considering that you kissed him back.” He stated clearly. “And he wouldn’t shut up about it and how you were ignoring him after, which, great fucking work, by the way, the dude wouldn’t shut up about you.” Hyunjin blinked slowly, trying to recall and voice what he was thinking. “And then he lends you his jacket when a mystery debutant shows up.”

“A—a what?”

“Motherfucker, eh, that Henry asshole.” Hyunjin rubbed his eyes. “I had to endure him talking shit about him for an hour because he saw him texting you some weird shit with cringe emojis.” The exasperation on his tone rendered you almost speechless. “And even then he struggled to admit how fucking jealous he was about that guy. He had your attention. He had your smile. You looked at Henry, not at Seungmin, and ah, for fuck’s sake.” Hyunjin covered his face with his hands. “He felt so ridiculously powerless that he talked to me about it. He’s never done that before!”

You were only able to blink, struggling to grasp everything he was saying.

“And then, with no word of warning, you called him, at, what, like, one in the morning?” Hyunjin said in a huff, the thought of that bringing back his anger, making him stare at you with a frown again. “He, jesus, he talked for AGES about how you hugged him, and the fact that you were wearing his jacket, like— like you’re doing now, what the fuck.” He stopped mid-scolding, staring at you with confusion.

“It’s… it’s his?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly as he nodded. “What, you didn’t know? You helped him with tecnical drawing, he gave you his jacket, bla bla bla. That whole thing?”

You blushed, shaking your head sideways. You had done what?

“Nevermind. You can talk to him about that later.”

It was your turn to scoff now. “Judging by the fact that he sent you, I don’t think he would like to see me anytime soon.”

Hyunjin chuckled dryly.

“Don’t you even dare keep ignoring him. This stupid game has lasted for too long. Besides, he doesn’t know I’m here. He thinks I’m in dance practice, but whatever. You needed to know, because he’s a mess.” Hyunjin stated, passing a hand through his hair. “He can’t sleep well, he can’t concentrate, he can’t do anything.”

It looked like the scolding was over, but there was a remaining anger that came back to him as a memory struck.

“And, moreover, you callously ignored the letter Seungmin wrote you, even though he told you he loved you!”

You were looking at your notebook on the table, halfly staring at your nails and fidgeting with them, but your head almost snapped when you stared at him.

“What letter?” You muttered, your eyes locked on his. He frowned, his eyes slightly widening.

Your heart started beating faster, almost so loud you could hear it in your head.

“Hyunjin, what letter?!”

[☆★🌷★☆]

Seungmin felt his lungs on fire.

Run, run, run.

His feet were hurting, because his old ass shoes were busted enough that their insides were almost destroyed from everyday use.

But he needed to find you.

Maybe it was because it was Valentine’s day, despite the obvious influence that a certain friend of yours had done.

“Wait, you— you missed school this morning?” Lucas had muttered with a puzzled look, eyes wide.

“I had to go to the dentist to take my braces off. Yeah.” Seungmin stated again. “So whatever you meant by ‘being an ignoring bitch this morning’, I know nothing about it.”

And then someone next to them had chimed in. “You’re talking about Henry and what happened this morning with—“

“Yeah. Why?” Seungmin had interrupted, frowning slightly.

“There’s a video of it.”

Run, run, run.

The look in your eyes when you spoke with Henry. Your smug smile when you caught him by surprise.

Your poem.

His eyes had widened when Henry started reading it in the video.

Was it…?

Could it…?

Could it really be for him?

He wanted needed to find out.

He needed to find you.

“Watch where you’re going!” A man grunted at him, and Seungmin quickly apologized, running off.

Run, run, run.

He knew where you lived just because of Friday, when you had asked him if he could head towards your house with you, still a bit scared from what had happened. He accepted in a heartbeat, reassuring you that it was fine with a million smiles.

His hand had never left yours. Your touch, colder than his, had something so adicting to it that he didn’t want to let go.

Time seemed to pass slowlier when he recognized your neighbourhood. He was about to ring on your floor, but then, your silhouette got out of the elevators, and you both blinked at each other, staring through the glass door.

You opened it slowly, approaching him.

The look in your eyes was different than what Seungmin was used to.

It wasn’t similar to how you had looked at him ever since the school year started, with a shimmer of anger that turned your cheeks pink. Or how you had looked at him that afternoon in the back of the school bus, pupils dark and lips red and slightly swollen from kissing. Or how your eyes glowed in hope and comfort that Friday night.

It was different. He wanted to savour it. He wanted to see every detail of it.

He walked towards you and cradled your face in his hands.

“Wait.” He muttered in a whisper, taking off his glasses in a movement that to you felt almost enticing.

“What is it?” You whispered back.

He blinked at you as he cleaned his glasses with the hem of his shirt.

“You’re fucking blurry.” He snickered softly, with a sheepish smile that tinted his cheeks pink.

You giggled.

He settled his glasses back in place, and smiled when your image made sense before him.

“Better.” He muttered.

“Seungmin, I—“

But you stopped speaking when his lips crashed against yours.

There it was. He tasted sweet like how hot chocolate tastes in a rainy day. You smiled at your discovery, wanting to taste it for hours.

He wanted to kiss you for days to come, even if there was a million things left for both of you to say.

“I’m sorry.” Kiss. “I wasn’t in school this morning.” Kiss. “But I saw a video of it.” Kiss. “And I needed to—“

You giggled, taking his glasses and settling them on the top of his head.

“We can do the talking later.” You smiled, your cheeks red as your hands grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Are you sure?” He gulped, blushing too as he mumbled.

“Yeah.” You smiled even more. “I’d rather do the kissing now.”

You'd never know what happened with his letter. But considering where that had lead you, maybe it wasn't totally bad that the wind had carried it out the window.

[☆★🌷★☆]

#stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #soft hours #kim seungmin fluff #seungmin #stray kids seungmin #kim seungmin fic #kim seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin headcanons #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz #i love seungmin #seungmin fanfic #seungmin fluff #seungmin x reader #seungmin angst #seungmin aesthetic #kim seungmin x you #kim seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin fanfic

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aaron warner x ferrars! reader pt. 4

(continuation from part three)

who knew running a new country was so hard? spoiler alert: apparently everyone but you and your sister. your asylum days never looked so simple.

a/n: hi… i’m back 🔥🔥 i’d like to start by apologizing for the stupid long wait. it was unfair to my readers and i swear i had no intention to leave people waiting. i genuinely forget sometimes people really like my writing </3 and i truly am grateful to the people who read. let’s jus say i have been busy and yet so unmotivated for the littlest things. i won’t bore w the details i’m sure y’all are jus happy i finally posted part 4. again REALLY sorry for the wait and pls enjoy. also now adding borders to my fics (ill edit the old ones too)

word count: 9k

warnings: few plot changes, fights and feuds, violence and blood mention, castle slander, angst, buzzcut aaron 😣😣😣

things were finally looking up for the rebellion. you'd manage to overthrow the supreme commander and his army, the reestablishment no longer ruled over your part of the land - making it open to new possibilities of government.

you never wished you paid attention in your social studies classes until now.

there were so many regulations you had to learn, matters you had to discuss, and, of course, the never-ending paperwork. your least favorite part. it didn't help you were behind on learning the fancy terminology for topics. 'can't people ever just say what they mean?'

juliette's optimism for being a leader was diminishing every time she had to meet with castle on strategy. he poorly disguised his disapproval of leadership upon every encounter.

but you learned to ignore it along the way. it wasn't as if he was ever the perfect leader either, plus you'd get the gist of the whole leadership thing soon. you silently prayed.

in the midst of all the responsibilities, you had to keep aaron from killing kenji most of the time. they were originally getting on somewhat friendly enough terms, but that was before the incident occurred.

that day, kenji barged in with urgency into your room as you were looking over papers. he went on to say there was a 'serious' problem, and you worriedly assumed it had to do with the reestablishment. but it instead involved your boyfriend.

"seriously kenji? i thought we were under attack or someone died!"

"someone will die if you don't handle your boyfriend right now. hopefully better than you've been handling being supreme comm-" kenji was cut off by the click of a gun.

"i dare you to finish your sentence."

with the barrel to his head, kenji quickly defended his words with the barrel to his head. aaron and him bickered back and forth. kenji turned to you for help, but all you did was shrug and mouth 'karma.' then he hit kenji's head with said gun.

"okay, that's enough, can someone explain to me what the issue is here?"

"this is the issue." aaron then turned to reveal chunks of different sizes along the back of his head. you gasp at his ruined hair.

"oh my god, kenji what the hell did you do?"

"i gave him a trim just like he asked!"

this made another argument burst out between the two. kenji denying his mistake and aaron picking the gun back up and threatening to kill him.

"aaron put the gun down."

aaron reluctantly does so, but his glare at kenji doesn't drop.

"phew, thanks, princess."

"kenjii since you "trimmed" warner's hair, i think it's only fair that he does the same to yours." you proclaim.

kenji looks toward you in horror, "no way!"

aaron wastes no time in going to the bathroom and returning with a razor. he gives him a terrifying smile, "i'm only going to trim the edges."

kenji bolted out of the room a second later, complaining about favoritism on the way out.

aaron ended up having no choice but to shave the rest of his hair, leaving him with a military-style buzz cut. you would mourn the longer hair, but truthfully, it did nothing to tarnish his looks.

sector 45, after sending several invitations, finally received a rvsp for an international leadership conference held at your sector. from oceania, is what delalieu told you and juliette.

you started to come to the realization about the lack of history you knew about warner. sure, you knew him deeply now, but you knew so little about his past. castle made it evident when he mentioned to you and juliette his possible connection to oceania's leaders. castle, annoyingly, did not disclose anymore and insisted aaron needed to be the one to tell. yet, he judged how little you both knew about oceania.

warner being immersed into his work left little time for that. while aaron had been helpful in your learning some etiquettes, he'd been closing off his emotions since he father's death. even after many attempts of trying to get him to open up, he vowed he was okay. you had a slim to none chance of prying information about oceania from him.

you felt lost and angry. for being supreme commanders, you and juliette seemed to be almost always out of the loop. castle regarded you as experiments, seeing how two naive teenage girls could survive being leaders. the rest of the world wasn't any different.

you offered the idea of just reading castle's mind, but juliette thought it could lead to mistrust toward you. she believed you both needed to remain calm for the moment, which is what you have done so far. but you were getting a bit bitter playing nice for so long.

at times you felt juliette left you of the leadership issues. she insisted to be the one to tackle meetings and discussion with castle, she sometimes gave answers before even discussing it with you, and even delalieu seemed to report everything to her first before it got to you. you would never bring it up, and just wrote it off as her still getting the hang of everything. but in the back of your mind you worried it was only a foreshadow.

on the way to see the new headquarters, castle rushed to you. he begged you and juliette to reconsider taking warner with you to greet the guest downstairs. you had no clue what he was on about, but played along and told him warner wasn't needed. you quickly caught on to the situation.

you rushed back to your room, put on what you deemed appropriate clothing and freshened up your hair and face. you were still putting on your shoes when you left.

on the way, you thought about how odd it was juliette didn't even bother to inform you. even if you were busy, you both had pagers to contact one another for important events such as this one.

you hear sounds of greetings as you approach the reception. you luckily hadn't missed out on much.

you see kenji along side juliette and feel a pang of betrayal. juliette was subtly shocked and kenji was confused to see you. but you cover it up with a smile as you turn to see the guest.

"apologies for my delay, i was held up with some prior matters." you hold a hand out, "it's a pleasure to meet you, i'm y/n."

the guest introduces himself as haider, and you can't help but notice a glint of recognition as he looks you over.

but that was forgotten as you came to find out haider wasn't aware of the fact sector 45 had another supreme commander as it wasn't mentioned on the invitation. you told him it must've been a mistake, but you threw a questioning glance to juliette.

you felt yourself get lost as the meeting when on. haider didn’t make it discreet he knew warner very well. he made a brief comment on his relationship with the other supreme commander children.

“i’ve got to say, when i first heard about warner being involved with a girl — i had strong doubts. he has never been the relationship type. unless you count lena. oh, but i’m sure you know all about her by now. they were together for almost two-years after all.”

you had no idea who lena was, but you had a strong sense you wouldn’t like the answer. haider had obviously knew this, and faked ignorance with his comment.

“oh. he hasn’t mentioned his ex-girl friend?”

your heart dropped. you glanced at kenji and juliette from the side of your eyed and they held the same face of surprise. you did your best to remain unphased with a polite smile.

“must’ve just not been important enough to discuss. like right now. i’d prefer if we got back on track of the topic instead of digging into my personal relations.”

if haider was impressed or offended he didn’t show and shifted subjects. you tried your best to listen in as juliette spoke with him about dinner, but the thought of warner having an ex-girlfriend floated around in your mind for the rest of the meeting.

the second haider left the room, and you all burst into a discussion for the next step. dinner would be in less than an hour, and you were still filled in with little to no information about haider and his intentions. you knew the next step would be for you to talk to aaron about it, but you weren’t sure you could be alone with him with this newfound information about his past. you got juliette and kenji to come along with you to question him under the excuse that it would be easier than relaying whatever he told you.

before you three could do that, you didn’t forget their actions before this meeting. you knew it would be the worst time to discuss especially with how limited time was, but you spoke without thinking when you saw juliette heading towards the door.

“why didn’t you tell me about this meeting?”

she sighs and brushes you off saying it wasn’t the most important subject right now. but you already begin, so you thought you might as well get some answers, and pushed her for an explanation.

“we’re suppose to be in this together, how could you leave me in the dark—”

“because i didn’t think you could handle it, and quite frankly, castle agreed with me.”

“what?” you were dumfounded by her response.

“you’ve been so unruly lately, and i get it doing this whole supreme commander thing has been challenging — but i couldn’t afford anything with this meeting.”

“unruly? just because i don’t want to listen to every little thing castle says. news flash, he’s made it quite clear he doesn’t support us leading sector 45.”

“he knows far more than us, we should take what he says wisely.”

“j has a point y/n, castle has a lot of experience—” kenji intercepts.

“shut up! you’re just as guilty as juliette. i thought we were friends and then you help juliette hide this meeting from me!” you spit at kenji.

he stays silent, for once. but it says more than enough for you. you turn your bitterness back to your sister.

“was it his idea to only put down you as the supreme commander on the invitations, too?”

“yes.” she reluctantly admits. “castle wasn’t sure if the idea of two supreme commanders would go well over with orher sectors. i swear, y/n, i only found out once they were already sent.”

you didn’t care for reasoning. you were angry at it all. “i agreed to do this for you! it was you wanted us to do this together! ”

“and maybe i’m starting to regret that.”

your face dropped. juliette’s eyes widened as she realized the weight of her words. but it was too late to apologize.

you scoff, “alright. fine. go ahead and do it yourself. go and question warner about haider yourself and talk to castle and beg for his help for dinner. because i’m done being supreme commander. but it’s not like i ever was, right?”

you can’t help but leave a final comment before you stalk out the door, “you know what’s funny? i found out about the meeting because castle wanted me to tell you to not do it on your own, to bring warner, he said. guess you’re unruly to him too.”

with limited options of locations juliette, kenji, or warner wouldn’t be able to find you, you had to resort to being hiding in your old room you were once held captive in.

now less clouded by anger, you facepalmed yourself. perhaps just quitting being supreme commander had been a rash decision. you weren’t even quite sure if you could just quit like that. but you would rather be jobless than take back your words to juliette.

maybe she was right, you are quite unruly. but you had no plans to admit it to her.

you thought back to aaron. you wanted his comfort, but you still were upset about the ex-girlfriend situation. even if you said it was important, you had somewhat of a right to know when your boyfriend was in a past relationship.

you hated how castle was right about how much you lack knowledge about aaron’s history. and you know you should probably be there with kenji and juliette talking to aaron, but you were too prideful, and a little embarrassed to do so.

so you collected yourself as made your way back to your room (taking twists and turns to avoid anyone you didn’t want to see) to prepare yourself mentally and physically for the dinner to come.

unfortunately for you, aaron was sitting on your bed waiting for your return when you stepped into the room. you we’re unsure on how to greet him since he likely was informed about earlier events through juliette and kenji.

“oh my god, you scared me.”

“my apologies, amor. but i had to see you after you you didn’t arrive with kenji and juliette when they went to ask me about haider.”

you went into your closet as he spoke from your bed, picking out a nice dress for dinner. “got into a fight with them and it didn’t end well. then i dramatically quit being supreme commander.” you explained nonchantly.

he was taken aback, “you quit? just like that?”

“yeah.” you confirm walking out the closet with a lilac dress on arm, “you think this’ll be good enough, or it it too much?”

“you’ll look astonishing as always. but don’t change the topic, what happened to that headstrong nature of yours i admire? you can’t just give up after a silly fight.”

you groan, and toss the dress on tour bef next to him, “i really don’t want to talk about it right now. can’t you just tell me what shoes go with this dress?”

“amor.” aaron stands up and interwines his hands in yours, “please don’t shut me out.”

you bitterness rose back up at his words and you drop aaron’s hands. “that’s ironic coming from you.”

“amor, please don’t pick a fight with me.”

“castle once told me i didn’t know you as well as i thought. and he’s right, aaron. any mention of your past and you close right up.”

aaron sighs, “i’m not an open person, you know this. it’s harder for me to talk about my personal life than it is for you. but i mean it when i say i am trying for you.”

“really? then why didn’t you even bother to mention you knew haider. or how about the fact you have an ex-girlfriend! you know how embarrassing it was for someone from a different continent to tell you more than you knew about your boyfriend?”

“lena?” he asks furrowing his brows. “she was barely a girlfriend. haider likely only mentioned her to rile you up and it’s working, so please calm down.”

“oh my god. there you go again! you want to just sweep it under the rug, and i’m tired of it. all i want is a little more openness from you.”

“i have been open, there’s no one closer to my heart than you. please understand that just certain subject are—“

“hard to talk about, yeah i’ve got that.” you exasperated. “i just think it’s important to mention a two-year relationship.”

“it was purely physical.”

your heart stings. “so, physical relationships just mean nothing to you? everything physical we’ve shared hasn’t meant anything to you?”

“that’s not what i meant. i was different back then!”

you turn around, “just go warner. i’d like to be alone right now before dinner.”

aaron didn’t anything else, he knew your word was final. not because of his sense of your emotions, but by the fact you used his last name.

in less than an hour you managed to fight with every person close to you. and you had to see said people at dinner in less than ten minutes. somehow, you blamed castle for your luck.

delalieu knocked on your door to escort you to dinner. you weren’t sure of aaron had told him to or perhaps he had pity that you would be entering alone. either way you were happy to walk with someone you weren’t upset with.

luckily, you had arrived before the guests did. but unluckily, kenji, juliette, and aaron were already there. your usual spot was next to aaron and infront of juliette, kenji sometimes next to you or her. but juliette sat at the head of the table now, kenji to her right and aaron to her left. you had no choice but to awkwardly sit next to warner due to the limited seating. plus you’d rather not show haider theres issues amongst you four.

kenji and juliete silently conversed, your sister ignored you fully while kenji glimpsed at you with a small frown. you could feel aaron turn in your direction, but your gaze focused on the empty seat next to you.

haider arrived shortly, greeted aaron first with a hug, one aaron was visibly discomforted by. then discreetly spoke, both using arabic tongues. which none of you knew he had. ypu almost choke on nothing as he casually reveals aaron know seven languages. the rest of you greeted him curtly, and he took a seat in front of you.

haider wasn’t the only guest at the dinner, his sister nazeera showing up was a bit of a surprise to the rest of you.

nazeera is gorgeous, with her smooth carmel complexion, dark eyes and strong features. her face held diamonds percing; two on her eyebrow and one below her lip. she wore a wrap that covered her whole hair, and it did nothing to lessen her beauty — it enhanced it.

she stared at juliette before she turned to you. you were unsure of the expression she held, and part of you wanted to just find out yourself, but you knew better.

both you and juliette stood up to greet her, and she accepted politely. she gave aaron a mere nod then proceeded to sit down next to you, instead of her brother. but if anything it gave you more of a reason to not talk to the people beside you.

aaron started the conversation about her scraf, but kenji was the one who made an offhanded comment regarding her head scarf, which you learned was called a hijab, claiming it was banned to wear them since it was stabled with religion. nazeera didn’t shy away from answering, she stood her stance and didn’t care for reestablishment rules despite being a supreme commander’s daughter.

nazeera has a sharp tongue and kenji was not prepared for it. you tried to hide you smile as kenji got more flustered with his words. she was highly more likable than her brother.

“are all the other supreme commander kids like this?” you ask her.

“only the ones who aren’t insufferable.” she stands up from her seat, “so, no,” she tells you with a wink. nazeera then announces her departures and leaves the dining table.

you had a good feeling about her. and even though you and juliette were at odds, you knew she also admired nazeera already.

aaron and kenji bickered a bit before haider bid his goodbyes. aaron took the liberty of escorting him to his quarters. a job that likely should’ve been done by you or juliette, but frankly, you didn’t like the guy much to care.

now juliette, kenji, and you sat in an awkward silence. part of you wanted to mend things with your sister, but majority of you felt she should take the first step. kenji looked ready to say something, but held his tongue.

you figured it was the most you’ll get, so you mumbled a goodbye and headed off to your room.

half way there, you stopped. even if you felt you were the one in the right, you were ready to make the first move if it meant rehashing things with your sister and best friend. you rerouted back to the dining room.

before you could enter, you heard talking. you peeked through the slit of the open door and saw nazeera, juliette, and kenji talking.

suddenly, and ugly feeling boiled in your stomach. seeing them all conversing (mainly juliette and nazeera because kenji was mixing his words) made you realize how perfect the three looked together. almost natural. it made you think of how easy it would be to replace you. nazeera would be the one teasing and messing with kenji. nazeera would be the sister you imagined juliette wished she had instead — one who was confident, witted, and courageous. everything you lacked these days.

maybe they just didn’t need you nearly as much as you needed them.

you couldn’t even place your vexation on nazeera. you just met her today, and she was already someone you knew was amazing as she presented herself.

you never entered the dining room. you left before anyone could notice you dejectedly walking away.

the following morning wasn’t better. delalieu knocked on your just as the sun was starting to rise, your restless sleep did nothing to help wake you up. he informed you you’d been invited to accompany haider, and nazeera would likely be joininng. you nodded, thanked him, and sent him on his way.

as soon as the door closed, you grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it. haider was already being a pain, and it was his second day.

worst part was, delalieu failed to mention haider had also invited others.

you were unpleasantly surprised to see all three of the people you quarreled with arriving after you.

you weren’t sure who to walk aside. but on instinct you stood next to aaron before you could remember your vendetta. juliette was on one side of haider and you were on the other. nazeera and kenji followed closely behind.

it was unbearably silent the first few steps, there wasn’t a word uttered. the tension would’ve needed a axe to cut.

you couldn’t help but peek at aaron from the side of your eye. you quickly looked forward when you accidentally made eye contact. he sighed quietly after. you hated how badly you had to clench your fist to prevent yourself from latching it onto his.

haider broke the silence. he asked warner if he would be attending the continental symposium. you and juliette only knew briefly about it. no one ever mentioned the nature of the event to either of you.

but when juliette inferred haider about it, you both realized how big the event was.

“i wasn’t sure whether you’d both attend since the late supreme commander anderson has never attended public gathering.”

“we’ll both very much be there.” you add in quickly.

“of course, we aren’t hiding from the world,” juliette adds in, “when will it be?”

haider’s eye slightly widened as if she asked an incredulous question. but it made sense after he revealed it would be in two days. he innocently answered, but you knew he was satisfied having caught juliette off guard.

“it’s really my fault for that. juliette’s been so diligent with managing all other issues i thought it would be better if i took it off her shoulder’s and handled it. but silly me, i’d forgotten to keep her posted on the date.”

you jumped in with an excuse to defend your sister because even if you two weren’t on good terms, you wouldn’t let someone try to toy with her.

juliette looks to you grateful for the help, and you give her a small smile in return.

aaron added in, “she’s right, we’re finalizing the program with delalieu today, who is hard at work planning the details.”

you give his hand a tight squeeze as a ‘thank you’. but as you try to let go, aaron’s hand engulfs your tightly to stop you. you try to wiggle your hand a little, but eventually it it be.

you bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from smiling.

aaron asks haider for his plans during the remainder of his stay. he mentions catching up with old friends then goes on to say juliette and you must’ve received numerous invitations from the other kids of supreme commanders.

“we haven’t gotten the whole group together in far too long,” haider says.

you raise a brow, “whole group? just how many of you are there?”

suddenly everyone stops as haider’s demeanor goes from unauthentic sincerity to ice cold. it almost scares you.

he harshly grabs aaron’s arm,wretching your hands apart, and pulls him forward. haider asks angrily if he’s shared little to nothing about ‘them’ with you.

“you turn your back on us for this — this child? how stupid could you be? you have to know it won’t end well, i promise you that.”

“hey! let go.” you protest.

haider scoffs and ignores you. “i thought it couldn’t be true you’d fallen for a psychotic girl’s insignificant freak sister. i defended you, just to find out it all true. what the hell happened to you?”

you’d had enough shoved him away with your gift, hard enough to cause him to stumble back a little.

haider was stunned by the sudden force then notices the red aura from your hand.

“what did you just do?”

you shrug, “how could a child like me do something? but if you touch him like that again you’ll end up just like the last supreme commander. i promise you that.”

“is that a threat?”

“why don’t you find out?”

haider laughs, almost delighted by the fact you threatened to basically kill him. everyone else unintentionally lets out a breathe they didn’t know they were holding, especially juliette who had been ready to intervene.

haider requested to speak with aaron alone, promising to keep his hands to himself. you and aaron shared a look, and you knew he’d be alright. he gives you a smile that was made for you, and you return it.

the fight from the say before was long forgotten. you knew no matter how many fights you’d have, you’d do almost anything for him.

part of you still hoped for a grand apology, but this would be more than enough. now, you hoped to eventually make amends with the other two.

you walked off, not quite sure the destination. you figured you might as well go on a walk yourself since the planned one got disrupted. but a hand grabbed your arm to stop you.

“hey, uhm,” it’s juliette’s voice, “do you think we could talk? i mean..later because we’re all so busy and obviously you have stuff to do-“

“yeah.” you smile, “i’d like that.”

you both share heartfelt grins. you wave at kenji and nazeera from your spot and walk back toward the base. this time, with a happier kick in your step.

a good few steps in — you felt it, an abrupt change in the environment. it was almost too eerie, and you realized there was no one in sight, not even the guards who are meant to follow you from a generous distance.

you came to the conclusion it was no accident when the first shot punctured your shoulder. the second through your side.

you scream in agony to as you attempt to flee from the open, but more bullets ensue. you manage to block a few with your energy, but the pain was painful enough to leave some to hit your busy, such as your thigh. but the one that made you topple over was a bullet near the chest, in almost the same spot anderson once shot you.

you managed to block it before it was a fatal hit, but it hit you enough to be painful and draw blood.

you were half conscious, the world foggy and blurry in your eyes. you felt someone approach you and kneel down to tower over your defenseless body. a sudden pressure on your neck woke you up enough to understand this person was choking you to kill you.

you used whatever energy you had left to try and push the person off of you. the lack of oxygen and the increase of black spots made it hard for you to focus on pushing the person off.

your adrenaline kicked in to created enough power to get the man off of you. as soon as he groan in pain, you started to feebly crawl away from the perpetuator. your blood likely dragging on the concrete now. but they composed fast, and grabbed onto your ankle. you fid what you could and grabbed the nearest rock and hit them on the head with it. but ir wasn’t enough to stop them from grabbing you again.

at that point you were worn out, too tired to even move a muscle. the loss of blood was starting to make you woozy, and the bullets seemed far more painful than you remembered. you couldn’t register you were on the verge of death.

but the pressure on your neck never returned. instead came the noises of violent punches and broken bones. a new person crouched beside you, you knew they meant you no harm as they assessed your wounds and chanted assuring words.

in your deliriousness, you babbled on about how they looked like your friend kenji, one whom you fought with and missed so much.

“i’m sure your friend misses you too.” kenji responds, doing his best to keep you awake.

you blacked when another person, stronger than the first, carefully carried you and rushed toward the base.

in the medical bay, you were in and out of consciousness. you remember sara and sonya hurriedly tending you, kenji freaking out in the back, and aaron worriedly beside you. your first thought was, ‘where’s juliette?’

unbeknownst to you at the time, juliette was getting her wounds treated as well. she had been shot too, but not nearly as fatal as you. she was caught off guard alone as well, but her attacker only aimed to disable her. nazeera had been near by when she heard the commotion and saved her.

juliette was shot moments before you, and aaron believed it was worked as a distraction so your assailant could successfully kill you.

kenji was the one to find you. after juliette had been injured, he went to find you and arrived in the nick of time.

it took almost two days before you could wake up fully without passing out every minute. the first face you saw was aaron — who was already at your beside, holding your hand tightly — almost like he was praying.

when he noticed you’d woken up, his face became relaxed. he pecked you on the lips before badgering you with questions about your state. you assured him you were alright, and had to repeat it over and over.

your body still ached greatly due to the poison laced in the bullets sara and sonya explained to you. your wounds were healed, but there were still possibility of hallucinations from the poison.

after asking for your sister, sara had informed you of her situation, but quickly told you she was alright after seeing your worried eyes.

the culprits had been caught and sent to the holding cells, but they had refused to cooperate. meaning there was zero information on who was behind both your attacks.

aaron was monitoring you intently, when you sat up he rushed to help. he hadn’t stopped holding onto you since you woke up, as if you’d disappear if he let go. his eyes were red-rimmed, but you didn’t comment on it.

you felt bad for giving him a near-death scare again, and berated yourself for leaving yourself vulnerable. even worse, since your sister had also been hurt. aaron put the blame on himself for leaving you unattended.

no matter what you said, warner seemed distraught. his eyes told you there was more to the issue, he was holding back. as he remembered what the issue was, he grew distant. his grip on your hand loosened.

“is everything okay?”

“as long as you’re okay, amor.” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “i have to speak with you about something.”

“about what?”

“not here. let’s get you out of here and cleaned up before we talk.”

you nod. you were more than ready to get out the the med bay. your thoughts went to the coming symposium, with you and juliette being temporarily mia, there was likely a plethora of things still needed to get done.

you were happy to finally get a chance to shower. the grime and blood were now down the drain. once done, you changed and went back into your room where aaron was waiting.

before he could get a word in, you embraced him tightly, and he didn’t hesitate to hold you. after almost dying, you just wanted the comfort of aaron. kenji would call you crazy for putting ‘comfort’ and ‘aaron’ in the same sentence.

you kiss him, after what’s felt like forever. it’s not fiery or rushed, but deliberate and emotional. everything was gone from your surrounding for a moment, it was just the two of you. you felt safe. but then aaron pulled away from you, and held onto your hands.

“amor, i need to tell you something. it’s important.” his eyes are looking at everywhere but you.

“you can tell me anything.” you reassure.

he takes a deep breath, running a hand through his blonde hair. your nerves begin to spike, you’ve never seen aaron so hesitant to speak, he’s almost scared.

“i’ll start from the beginning.”

and he did. he told you the start of the reestablishment, their campaigns, ideals, and plans to take over. then, he shifts to the ‘unnatural’s’ and how after they were discovered, they were exploited by the reestablishment.

aaron tells you about two girls who were willingly given over to the reestablishment to be experimented and tested on. you were getting confused on where the conversation was going.

“aaron, why are you explaining all this?”

“because one of those girls is juliette.”

you didn’t know what to say, you were thrown into a loop you still weren’t fully comprehending.

“i don’t understand..”

“the parents you lived with weren’t your biological ones. y/n, you’re both adopted.”

your reality was warped in a matter of seconds. you never felt connected to your ‘parents’, but finding out you came from a different family?

“w-wait… so the people juliette and i lived with for almost our entire lives aren’t our parents?” aaron nods.

“so where are our biological parents? are they alive? wait… who’s the other girl you mentioned before?”

your head was jumbled up, you were trying to get so many answering at once while still trying to process.

aaron closes his eyes for a second before the green is visible again. “that other girl is juliette’s sister. but it’s not you, amor. you and juliette are not biologically related.”

you were frozen, as if time itself had stopped. you free from aaron’s hands and distance yourself. everything had change.

aaron keeps speaking, saying he only knew of juliette’s real sister and parents and sister until recently. castle was the one who told him the information to put the pieces together. castle was the one who urged him to tell you because the reestablishment was was coming, very soon.

“there was no record of you before you were adopted, i had always assumed it was only juliette adopted. it was only after you came here and i ran your dna, along with juliette’s, did i find yours different from your parents.”

juliette wasn’t actually your sister. the parents and girl you grew up with aren’t related to you at all. everytime you talked to aaron about were grateful for juliette as a sister, he knew the truth the whole time.

it took you five minute of speak again. you didn’t care for the rest at the moment, you still had to have another question of yours answered.

“if juliette’s biological parents work for the reestablishment, where are mine?”

“i swear, i had no idea-“

“please. just tell me.”

the more you heart, the more your heart shatters. to stay and watch over sector 45 while his father left to the capital, anderson had him prove himself. it started with emmaline, juliette’s real sister. he was in charge of her imprisonment and torture. but then his father sent him one more task before he was supreme commander.

anderson transported a man and woman to sector 45, aaron was commanded to get information, by any means, out of them. it went on for a year, until anderson saw no value in keeping them anymore.

his father ordered a public execution, and aaron did as he was told. only when finding a journal of his father just hours before you woke up did he get the identity of those people. your parents.

it was the final straw to send you spiraling. you don’t know if you got on the floor or started yelling first. aaron knelt down next to you, trying to soothe you, but it was only making it worse.

you don’t even feel the tears are running down your face. aaron apologizes over and over saying, no matter how many times you told him to stop. you could only keep saying ‘why?’ over and over.

‘why did you keep this from me?’

‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’

when aaron tried holding you, you roughly shoved him away. his touch no longer felt loving. instead, it became poisonous.

“don’t touch me.”

“amor, please. i love you, so much.”

“you don’t know how to love anyone. you’re a fucking coward.”

the room was suffocating you. you felt trapped and had to get out of there. you got up and booked it out the door, not stopping when aaron called out your name.

you keeping running and let your legs guide you to your destination. the moment you spotted the white door, you came to a halt.

you barge in with no warning, startling the two people in the room. you take big step toward your target and, without hesitation, you slap castle.

“oh my god— what the hell, y/n!”

kenji’s presence does nothing to stop you, “did you have your kicks keeping secrets from us this entire time?”

castle sighs, now unphased by your violence, “i assume warner told you.”

“we trusted you! and all you did was keep us in the dark about our own fucking life!”

“what the hell is going on?”

“does juliette know?”

“i talked to her not long before warner went to you.”

‘oh god,’ you thought. you worried that was the reason juliette has lacked to see you since you’ve woken up.

“miss ferrars, it was not my intention to cause pain to your or your sis— juliette.”

his error struck a nerve, “no, but it was your intention to be a liar and snake, screw you.”

you stormed out in a rage, not before doing a 180 on castle’s desk. you hoped he’d have the worst time cleaning up.

you ran. out of his office and out of the compound. away from it all. you finally stopped after being knee-deep into a forest.

not caring for your surroundings, you sat down on the nearest large rock. it was then you realized how much energy you exhausted. you took in deep breaths to regain your breathing stability. the oxygen filled your lung helped to calm you down for the first time in the past hour.

with no one around, you finally had the time to think straight without anger and despair clouding your judgement. you weren’t even sure if you could exhaust anymore tears.

but it turned out you did. going through the events of the past hour, didn’t help with processing as you thought it would. it only made you relive the heart-ache.

took half an hour to calm down your sobbing. but it was oddly comforting doing it in a place no one would hear you.

you decided didn’t wanna focus on everything you learned. not on aaron. not on being adopted. not on juliette not being your sister. not on your parents being dead before you got the chance to meet them.

you focused on what you could control — the coming continental symposium. it would be in less than a day. you had nothing prepared, not even attire; much less a speech.

you had no idea how you could show up and presume your personality from before. how could you face the supreme commander kids in a state like this? your thoughts wondered to juliette on what her plan would be. but then it hit you; how was juliette handling it?

when you thought about it, you hadn’t seen her all day. she didn’t see you when you woke up, nor before you and aaron talked. she likely didn’t take this news lightly, especially regarding her sister.

thinking about juliette having a sister, that wasn’t you, was painful. your bond wouldn’t be the same. you weren’t blood, juliette no longer had a reason to stand by your side.

despite telling yourself not to, you thought back to warner. his betrayal hurt deeper than castle’s. how could you trust him again? you couldn’t. it was over.

time passed like nothing being amongst nature. the once light blue sky, turned orange with pink hues, signaling the end of the day. you knew you couldn’t hide forever. you had to find juliette.

if your theory was right then juliette was not in her room. you brainstormed possible locations when you bumped into kenji.

“y/n? thank god, everyone’s been worried about where you went, and juliette—“

“where juliette? i need to see her now.”

“y/n… warner told me everything. i know it must be hard for you both, but i think typu both need some spac—“

you snap, “just tell me where she is kenji!”

“she’s not in the best state.”

“take me to her. now.”

kenji reluctantly leads you to the door of anderson’s office. when you saw it was locked, you pounded on the wood relentlessly.

“c’mon, let’s just go.” kenji persists.

“juliette! open the door!”

“go away.”

“juliette, please let me in. i wanna talk.”

“i don’t wanna speak to you.”

“well, i do.”

“you’re not my real sister, so leave me alone!”

“fine,” you scoff, “hopefully you treat your new sister a lot better than your treating me right now.”

“fuck you.”

“fuck you too!” you throw back.

“…bad time to say i told you so?”

you rolled your eyes at kenji’s remark and walk away. your anger resurged, and you needed somewhere to blow off steam. training room had been unfortunate to be your victim.

when you saw no one in sight, you took it as a sign to proceed. in a matter of seconds, objects where tossed across the room through your levitation. weights were scattered, some broken, benches were bent out of shape, even a few treadmills weren’t so kindly spared. you’d feel bad about the damage later, but it felt so good in that moment to get angry.

it was dark outside when your adrenaline was closing to nothing. your only had energy to sit on a mat laid across the floor. you figured you’d take a quick power nap before going back to your room to sleep.

as soon as you closed you eyes, you were passed out. you’d hadn’t realized just how much of your energy you exerted.

aaron warner was getting back from his debriefing with delalieu, when the open door of the training room caught his eyes.

he was more than dismayed to see the damage done to what once was the training center. he was irritated that he’d have to replace basically all equipment. aaron assumed there was violent fight that happened, but then his eyes fell upon your form sleeping soundly on the floor.

now, he was more impressed than annoyed at the damage done. he would’ve been slightly proud of he wasn’t the reason for you to lash out so brutally.

aaron picked up your limp body in his arms, and carried you off to bed; taking advantage of holding you again. because he wasn’t sure the next time he’d be able to.

you were disoriented after waking up in your room, wondering how you ended up in your room when you’d fell asleep in the training room. you threw the possibly of sleeping walking to bed in, but then decides you didn’t care much for finding out.

it had been much later than you anticipated, and you were surprised no one woke you up. you dressed swiftly and headed out the door, despite a dreading feeling brewing in your gut.

first stop was to find delalieu, who actually found you first. he informed you the arrival of the newest guests and listened as he listed name. you stopped when he uttered the word ‘lena.’

“lena? as in warner’s ex-girlfriend?”

delalieu says nothing, but his eyes are looking at the ground. ‘so that’s a yes.’

great, you thought. you broke up less than twenty four hours ago and his ex already shows up.

then delalieu tells you juliette is already greeting guests, so your presence is not mandatory. he likely knows all of yesterday’s events, including your fight with her, so he’s likely trying to prevent conflict before the symposium.

a stronger person would’ve bitten the bullet and showed up anyway. but you weren’t that stronger person today. you would take to chance to avoid people you didn’t wanna see at any point.

perhaps it was a coward’s way, but you believed after everything, you were entitled to have at least one day.

you busied yourself in the office of your room; approving symposium plan and decor, looking through letters, and going through anderson’s old files — provided by delalieu.

kenji came to see you three hours before the symposium. you pretended to not here it the first couple times he knocked, but he was annoyingly persistent.

you weren’t mad at kenji, he didn’t know anything before you. but didn’t mean seeing him was easy, his presence always reminded you of juliette. you three had always hung out. now he was stuck in the middle.

kenji told you nazeera wanted to speak with you, so you granted her permission to enter. nazeera was quick to her point and told you the reestablishment’s plan; destroying sector 45. she advised you and juliette presented yourself strong at the event, to show everyone you’re a formidable enemy. plus, there was the possibility of sudden danger because of the plans the reestablishment had for juliette and you.

you found sudden danger was just always a given in your life.

you weren’t sure how you and juliette could show up united, you both were at odds and still processing everything you’ve been told. it would be nearly impossible to act as if nothing has changed.

were you even still supreme commander? you weren’t sure you ever ‘unquit’.

but, differences would have to be put aside. because everyone will be watching for your next move. and it may or may not lead to the demise of sector 45.

you missed just shooting and punching enemies.

kenji stuck around after nazeera left. you both discussed the danger to come. then, he filled you in on anything you missed, juliette’s buzzcut, warner sulking, the new guests, and, your favorite, lena being humbled by juliette.

apparently, she’d been ‘eager’ to meet you and asked juliette about your whereabouts. she referred to you as an ‘ex-girlfriend’ is what kenji told you. how she knew about the break up, you had no idea.

juliette looked her up and down before telling her you don’t waste your time with other insignificant to you.

you couldn’t help but laugh, maybe you were judging lena before knowing her, but based on that interaction; it told you enough.

once kenji left to get ready, you decided you’d do the same.

your nerves spiked the closer it got time for the big event. you spent a good hour deciding what would be best to wear. you hadn’t realized you relied on warner for fashion help until that moment.

you settled on a floor-length gown with beautiful embroidered and beaded details. you tried to avoid putting any accessories gifted to you by warner, but it was nearly impossible.

you attempted a makeup look, and you thought you did a pretty good job. and if not, kenji never frayed from being brutally honest to your face.

a guard knocked at your door to alert you that it was time. you cross your finger before exiting the room. time to face everyone you’d been avoiding.

everyone who was to go to the symposium was gathered outside the base, awaiting the vehicle to take them to the meeting location. as expected, everyone was dressed formally.

warner was quick to spot you and hurriedly walked to you. you power walked to get away from him, and hopefully find someone you liked at the moment. but, nonetheless, he caught up to you.

“i don’t wanna talk to you.”

“please, amor. hear me out.”

warner pulls you close to him, holding your hands hostage at his chest. you look into his eyes, and you can see how tired he looks. he’s hadn’t slept well, and it was obvious.

“what could you possibly have to say to me?”

“what could i possibly not have to say to you?”

“i’m sure you rather entertain you’re ex-girlfriend over day, glaring daggers to us.”

“you know that’s not true.”

“do i? i don’t know anything that’s true lately.”

“i love you. my hearts burns for you greatly, and a moment without you is one i can’t bare.”

“i don’t want to hear—“

“my heart has always been yours. i’ll never be able to take back everything i’ve done, but i refuse to lose you because of it.”

“aaron.”

“you can scream or yell at me all you want, if it means you’ll stay by my side.”

his forehead presses against yours. his eyes are focused on every feature of your face that hes already committed to memory.

“say you forgive me, amor.” he whispers so vulnerably.

you want to kiss him. you want everything to be magically better after. you want to believe this is another challenge you both can overcome.

but you can’t. at least no so soon.

you’re holding back tears, but aaron already has one going down his face.

“i can’t.” you distance yourself from warner. “every time i see you, i’m reminded of your betrayal. reminded how much heart-ache you’ve caused me. it can’t be so easily forgotten, aaron. not when i still love you so much.”

you were thankful to be distracted when the guards informed you the rides were here. but your thoughts switched as you noticed you’d have to be enclosed with aaron, juliette, and kenji for fifteen minutes, especially when you had to sit next to warner because juliette was just as mad at him as well.

you the were first out given the chance. you were overwhelmed by the amount of people who showed. thinking about juliette and you having to speak in-front of them all was intimidating. and likely all of them hoped for your demise. fun.

now, juliette took the podium, and you were next to her. you two have yet to discuss anything, so you’ll have to wing your speech to match the tone of hers.

but before she could start, the chaos begins. numerous people being protesting and berating both you & juliette and sector 45.

it was all getting jumbled, but there were various ‘traitors’, ‘you’re just children!’, and ‘freaks.’

to defend juliette, you move to the microphone and angrily demand everyone to quiet down, you do your best to yell over the voices rioting.

out of nowhere, the stage you’re standing on explodes. you’re both launched ten or more feet back. then chaos ensues.

theres a ringing in your ear, making it hard to hear anything; only you witness it all from the ground. people running left and right, the stage was now on fire, and men in uniform started invading the premises.

you see juliette lying on the ground not too far from you. you croak her name, then aaron’s and kenji’s, but you’re not sure if you’re even using your vocals.

you feel yourself being dragged away, you’re unmoving. you feel numb, not able to identify which parts of you are injured.

it’s all happening on slow motion in your vision.

you can see the same happening to juliette. with your head above the ground you see a new perspective. you finally see your friends, some are lying motionless, others are running.

you find kenji helping others escape and aaron with him taking down as many guards. then aaron spots you being dragged away, and his eyes widen. he’s on the move to reach for you, but his distraction leaves an opening for a soldier to take him down from behind.

it takes five soldiers to hold him down, he’s yelling your name, and you don’t react. they finally hand cuff him, not wasting a moment to inject him with something strong enough to incapacitate him.

kenji follow the same fate, not being able to get away invisible before nazeera knocks him out.

a man stands in front of you, blocking you from seeing the scene. you recognize the black expensive boots immediately.

“seems we both have a habit of not staying dead.”

anderson lunges the barrel of the pistol against your head — then it all went black.

you were so sick of seventeen.

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Halloween Masquerade (Part of Pushing the Barrier AU) (Eddie X You)

A/N: And now that song from that scene will be in my head for days lol Enjoy <3.

Full Series Here!

Warnings: Stripper Eddie X Fem Reader, SMUT, quickie passionate bathroom smut :), FLUFF, They love each other <3, ANGST, readers mom isn't a fun of Mr. Munson here and feels like he broke up readers marriage, Eddie confronts her and meets the parents, he also has a run with her ex who I finally gave a name to!

Word Count: 3531

“So how are things with your new man going?”

You grin sassily towards your coworker as you take a bite of your food. It had been six months since you kicked out your husband and filed for divorce. You and Eddie both moved out of your old apartments into one together that you absolutely loved. The place you were at with your ex was so big and always felt so empty. With the metalhead’s things mingled with yours, it actually felt like you were home. 

Three months ago, your ex showed up to your classroom trying to win you back so after telling security to make sure to never let him in the building again, of course, the gossip quickly spread. When you casually mentioned Eddie everyone wanted to know more and after bringing him to a work function, they fell in love with him. 

“Y/N, he’s so sweet, oh my god! You were married for how long to that other guy and I don’t think I met him once. He’s really cute to. Look at that smile! You’re so lucky!”

When they asked what he did for work, you told them he was a musician which wasn’t an entire lie. Eddie still played with his band on the weekends and they did what they could to get noticed. You just left out the part about the cube and him taking off his clothes for money. To be fair, you two had many, MANY conversations about it and it was his idea that you keep it a secret.

“I don’t want it to cause trouble for you at work or anything.”

“I don’t think it will but I’m honestly not sure.”

“Baby, I come from a small town remember? Parents used to flip shit about teacher’s personal lives all the time. We had one teacher in middle school who ‘resigned’ because the parents found out she had a girlfriend. It was bullshit.” Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulders as your lean closer against him on the sofa. “I know this city is a bit more liberal but…it would kill me if you lost your job. You love those kids and you’re an amazing teacher.”

“It’s going pretty well. Now the divorce on the other hand…”, you roll your eyes.

“Nick causing problems?”

“With a capital P. I don’t get it. He was never home and asshole cheats on me but he doesn’t want to sign the divorce papers because he thinks we ‘still have a chance’.” 

***

You sighed as you entered your apartment and placed your things down on the floor by the front door.

“Hey baby. Long day?” You smile when you find Eddie sitting on the counter with a beer in his hand. It takes you moment to realize his eyes were clouded over with worry. “Yeah, it’s about to get longer.” Reaching over with his finger, he pushes a button on the voicemail box and you roll your eyes as your ex’s voices floats through. 

“Y/N, honey, please. I know we can fix this! Call me back so we can talk. That’s all I want to do is talk.”

“Seriously, babe, he’s not what you deserve. You deserve so much better! I can be the man you need.”

“Fuck! Y/N, you are smarter this. What kind of future can you expect to have with trash like him.”

You cross your arms as you growl at his insult of the man you love. 

“Oh, wait. It gets better.”, Eddie says with sarcasm. 

“Y/N, it’s your mother. Look, you can’t keep ignoring people that care about you. Nicholas is still your husband and you owe it to him to at least hear him out. Don’t be selfish! A marriage is about two people not just one.”

“Sweetheart, you made a commitment when you said I do. Whoever this boy is that you think is worth destroying your marriage over… I can’t. I’m so upset.”

You roll your eyes as the message closes out with her pretending to cry. Shuffling towards him, you place yourself between Eddie’s legs as you wrap your arms around him, pleasantly sighing when you feel his hand pet your head. 

“I’m sorry you had to listen to that. You’re not trash, baby, and you definitely didn’t destroy whatever I was in before because I know it wasn’t a marriage.”

“I know, sweetheart. I just hate feeling helpless.” Leaning back, you look at him with confusion. “I’d like to talk to your family.”

Shaking you head, you completely pull away from him as you head towards your bedroom with him hot on your heels. 

“Y/N, come on. I can handle them and I’m sick of you having to listen to them berate you because of me.”

“It’s NOT because of you. It’s because of Nick. He convinced them he’s a good guy and he convinced my mother that he’s the victim. Eddie…”, you exhale heavily. “Just ignore them. Please…so we can be happy.”

“Please, sweetheart, at least let me try.”

He softly smiles as he watches your head tilt to the side in thought.

“In our neighborhood where I grew up, for Halloween, they have this cheesy masquerade dance thing they do every year. Usually, Nick and I would go but this year I had planned to skip it… Eddie, are you sure about this?”

“Yes. I promise if I can’t sway them then I won’t bring it up again.”

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A heavy exhale leaves your lips as he parks his van outside of the building the party was being held at. 

“Hey.”, he coos to get your attention. “You look really beautiful tonight.”

Eddie’s mouth had fallen open when he saw you step out of the bedroom in your purple masquerade dress that you had bought quickly one day after work. It was short in the front but the lacy material flowed down behind your legs just above your ankles with sleeves that came down to your elbows. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail with the loose strands curled as they hung behind you. The purple mask rested on your face and brought out the color in your eyes that made the metalhead swoon. 

Tonight, he took your breath away in his sleek black tux and utterly sexy smelling cologne that almost had you jumping him before you even left your apartment. What he didn’t tell you was he had asked Mira to help him pick something out. 

“Eddie, everything’s going to be fine. I thought you didn’t care what people thought about you two.”

“I don’t but this is her family. I don’t actively want to make her life complicated. If I can smooth things over then I want to try.”

Smiling you lean over to give him a kiss before he jumps down and runs around to open your car door.

“After this, when we get home, we’ll celebrate Halloween right; spooky movies and greasy pizza till one of us throws up.” He beams down at you as you genuinely laugh and agree. “I’m right here with you, princess, ok? No matter what happens, you’re mine and I love you.”

***

As soon as you both entered the building, the stuffy air and aristocrat vibe hit you instantly. Keeping his hand tightly intertwined with yours, you yanked him towards the bar and hand him a glass of whatever was handed to you that you hastily knocked back. 

“How long has this dance thing been around?”

“God, um, for as long as I can remember. My parents were always going and then dragging us along when we became adults.”

“Is it an adult only thing?”

“Not technically but you have a room full of people who are probably already drunk and think they’re above it all so…” Eddie can’t help but chuckle at your disgusted tone. “Did they have things like this in Hawkins?”

“Not that I’m aware of. One of my closest friends, his family comes from money and they had parties but I don’t think they went all out like this. This reminds me of that scene in The Labyrinth.”

“But I'll be there for you-ou-ou As the world falls down…”

His grin grows as you sing and look up at him with wide, glistening eyes filled with nothing but love for him. 

“Care to dance with me, Ms. Y/L/N?”, he inquires as he playfully bows and extends his hand out for you to take. 

“I’d love to, Mr. Munson.”

Guiding you to the dance floor, he tries to mimic the people around him, placing his palm on your back and clasping the other to you own while holding it in the air to the side. You smile as your free hand rests on his shoulder and you two begin to sway.

“You really do look handsome in this.”, you compliment him.

“Me? I pale in comparison to you, princess.” Eddie’s hand slides a bit lower as he brings you closer to him. “I’m not going to lie. I feel like I’m in a storybook right now. Like I’m a commoner who just snuck into the king and queen’s palace to dance with their beautiful daughter.”

“Eddie, you aren’t a commoner.”

“After we dance, I’d climb up to your balcony Romeo and Juliet style, professing my love to you.” He smiles when you giggle and blush, dipping you dramatically before bringing you back to his chest as he softly sings.

“A love that will last Within your heart I'll place the moon Within your heart.”

Feeling eyes on you, you glance around the room till your gaze lands on your mother who is staring daggers at the man holding you. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

Hearing the shift in your tone, he takes a deep breath and wraps both arms around you. 

“I love you to, Y/N. We got this.”

***

“Mom. Dad. You guys look amazing.”

Your dad grins as he yanks you in for a hug. “We look amazing? Look at you! You look beautiful. Who’s your friend?”

Eddie lifts up his mask and offers his hand to your father who shakes it. 

“Hello, sir. I’m Edward Munson but you can call me Eddie.” As he moves to greet your mother, she glares at his palm as if it was dirty and he hesitantly pulls it back. “Ma’am.”

“This is my boyfriend.”

“Hm. Can’t have a boyfriend if you already have a husband.”, your mom spits.

“Hm. Someone should tell Nick that since he had a girlfriend through most of our marriage.”, you retort angrily. 

“How about we go somewhere quiet and get to know Eddie here?”, your father suggests trying to break the tension. 

Both of you follow them into an empty area where you and Eddie sit side by side on a couch while your parents take a seat in separate chairs across from each other. 

“So, how did you two meet?”

“She was out for a walk and it started to rain so she ran into the bar I work at. We got to talking and…” He gently smiled as you looped your arm through his and leaned on his shoulder. 

This was the story he came up with when you introduced him to people you knew. It always made you feel bad because you weren’t ashamed of what he did. You knew he only did it to survive and was working hard to become a musician. But Eddie insisted, trying to protect you from any more unwarranted stress. 

“You’re a bartender?”

“I’m a guitarist actually.”

“He and his band are fantastic.”, you boast making him blush as his fingers lightly squeeze your knee.

“I imagine that doesn’t pay all the bills. Not here in New York.”, your mother sasses. 

“Not yet, ma’am, but I do what I can to make ends meet.”

“Like seducing my daughter and breaking up a marriage?”

“He didn’t ‘break up’ my marriage. Nick did. You know what, that really pisses me off that you continue to defend him after what he did. I did everything to make my marriage work! You constantly make me feel like l didn’t try hard enough.”

“Obviously you didn’t because you and your husband aren’t together. Do you think your father and I get along all the time?”

“It was way more than ‘not getting along’!”

“Please. Look I’m just going to cut to the end of this conversation so we don’t waste any more time. I think you need to give Nicholas another chance and leave this negative distraction behind.” 

You huff as she gestures towards Eddie. 

“She did that already and he failed.”, the metalhead interjects. “We spent time away from each other and I respected her choice even though I didn’t agree with it. Y/N gave him a chance and he still went off to be with that girl.” He turns his head and meets your father’s eyes. “I love your daughter with every fiber of my being. Since the first time I heard her speak, I knew she was special. Nick had her for years and tossed her aside making her feel worthless. I know what that’s like and I would never do that to her or make her feel that way.”

“A marriage is sacred.”, your mother scoffs as she folds her arms. 

“I agree. That’s why I want to marry her as soon as I possibly can.” His eyes find your own. “If you’ll have me of course.”

“Of course, you idiot.” Your palms cup his cheeks as you bring his lips to your own. 

“You know, when we first met Nick, all he did was talk about himself.”, you dad smirked before extending his hand out to Eddie. “You’ve got my blessing, kid.”

As he enthusiastically shakes it, your mom starts scolding you three in the background. Ignoring her, you tug on his arm, and power walk down the hallway till you find an empty bathroom, pushing him in as you lock the door. 

His arms open wide and you practically fly into them as your lips feverishly dance with his. Eddie’s palms roam your body, searching for a zipper, button, or any kind of access underneath your dress. Helping him, you lift the front hem exposing your panties and he hastily pulls them down before grabbing your ass to lift you onto the counter by the sink. 

Heavy pants escape you as he sucks that sweet spot on your neck, grinding his groin between your legs as you fumble with his belt. His palm snakes to the back of your neck, placing his forehead on your own, and groans when he feels you free his cock from its confinement. Licking his lips, Eddie watches you with pure lust and anticipation as your tongue runs along your hand before stroking it along his length. 

You guided his tip to your entrance till his hips took over and he thrust himself into your cunt. Gripping his waist, you allowed him to take what was his as his lips tenderly kissed parts of your face till he found your lips again. 

“I love you, Eddie. I’m yours, baby.” The man’s jaw went slack as he pumped his hips at a faster pace as he listened to you murmur to him. “Look at me, baby, please.”

You subtly nodded as he did what you asked, flashing him a small smile. 

“I can’t wait to marry you. I’ll—mmm—I’ll do whatever I can to get my divorce through. I’m not going to make you wait again. I promise. I promise, Eddie. Fuck.”

Bringing your head to his shoulder, the metalhead circle his arms around you, and held you to him as he pounded into you till your eyes rolled. 

You trembled against him as the coil in your belly snapped and while your pussy clenched around him, he grunted in your ear before releasing his seed deep inside your body. 

No one moved as you continued to hold each other. 

When Eddie finally did pull back, he smirked and leaned forward to kiss your lips. 

“I’m still going to purpose to you at the perfect moment but at least I got your dad’s blessing.”

As he adjusts his pants, he grabs some tissue to clean you with and helps you on to your feet, kissing the skin along your legs as he pulls your panties back to their proper place. 

“No matter what, Eddie Munson, I’ll say yes.”

“I hope you know, baby, I’m not worried about you when it comes to your divorce. I know it’s him dragging his ass on everything.”

“Sometimes, I think about that fight we had in the cube…when you said I was the only girl in the world that you were ok with being my second choice.” Your fingers reach out to fix his jacket as you speak. “That killed me… I never want you to ever feel that way again, Eddie.”

Ringed fingers lift your chin to meet his eyes. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to keep punishing yourself for that and your marriage. You’re here with me now and I’m going to give you the life you deserve.”

After one final kiss, you both leave the bathroom hand in hand as you tug him towards the parking lot with the intention of leaving. Of course, things can never just be that easy for you two. 

“Y/N?”

“Fucking hell.”, you growl in annoyance as you turn around. “Unless it’s about our divorce, Nick, I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Y/N, you haven’t returned any of my calls! The least you could do is hear what I have to say!”

“You had 5 years to say what you needed to say! You chose to cheat on me instead!”

“Look, I—” As your ex stepped towards you, Eddie stepped between you. 

“Right there is good. You have no reason to be that close to her.”

“She’s my wife.”, Nick seethed as he eyed the metalhead with disgust.

“Not anymore. You had your chance, many of them, and you blew it. She doesn’t want to talk to you and with that being the case I’m not letting you near her.”

Your ex took a confident step forward and to his surprise Eddie did the same towering over him. 

“Go ahead, Nick. Give me a reason. Y/N wouldn’t let me confront you when you harassed her at work so this will make up for that.”

“Eddie. Come on, honey. Let it go.”, you coax him in a calm voice.

“I broke up with Sarah.”, he says as his eyes flick from Eddie’s to yours. “I haven’t seen her since you left.”

“Too bad you couldn’t do that when we were together. Come on, Ed.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m way better for you then this trailer trash asshole! How long are you going to keep punishing me?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Nick. I forgot everything was about you! It’s always been about you! He’s way more of man than you ever were in every fucking way. Now, fuck off!”

“HEY! You don’t get to talk to me like that—”

As Nick stepped forward to scream at you, Eddie’s fist flew hitting him square in the nose as he fell to the floor. 

“I warned you to stay back. Sign the divorce papers, Nick, and let her go. Let her be happy for once.”

##############

“Ow!”

“What do you mean ‘ow’?! Your rings took the brunt of the impact, you badass.”, you tease as hold the ice pack on his hand. 

When you got home, you both had changed and were now comfortably lounging on the couch with you curled up by his side as you took care of him. 

“Geez. You’re so mean.” Eddie smiles as his eyes scan your face. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m ok. I’m sorry about my mom.”

Shaking his head, he tugs you into his lap and you lean your head onto his shoulder. 

“Don’t be, sweetheart. I don’t care what either of them says about me but I do care that it hurts you. I remember how lonely you were, Y/N. That sad sound of your voice when you first came in. The way you cried when you stumbled into my apartment telling me what Nick had done. I know you tried everything and I know you deserve better then that dick because I was there. I saw and heard everything. If she wants to keep belittling you, at least now she knows I’m not going to allow that and your dad knows I’m a good guy for you.”

“You are a good guy for me. My knight in shining armor or blood-stained rings I guess.”, you giggle. 

“Hey, I warned him—”

“I know. I know.”, you smile as you turn his head to kiss your lips. “Now I believe I was promised pizza and celebrating the holiday correctly.”

Eddie laughs as he places a final peck on your lips and playfully pushes you off his lap. As he gets up to call the pizza place, he lightly continues to sing David Bowie, and gives you a wink.

“Falling, falling, falling, falling in love…”

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MY CHARMED ONE [6]

Capri Donahue x Harper Sibling!fem reader

Warnings: coarse language, implied violence. Angry, protective Capri, angst/fluff

In which Capri’s and reader’s relationship start rumours around the school.

“Capri, just- ignore them.”

“I’m doing that but it’s not working.” Capri scoffed, rolling her eyes annoyedly. “You know what? I’m just gonna shut them up-”

“No. I don’t want to deal with that right now…all of them happily yapping away even after you tell them to stop? That’s definitely going to happen.”

“Baby, they’re saying shit about me, about you, about us. I’m not going to just let them run their bloody mouths. A week’s enough fun for them- it’s time to show them who’s the boss.”

You chuckled at the end, “Okay. Have at it.”

“Alright! Everyone, I’m just gonna say this once- leave mine and my girlfriend’s name out of your mouths. None of what we do, what we wear, what we eat concern your pathetic little mind that have nothing better to do. Get on with your fucking lives and do something productive because it is astounding how much you ‘care’ about people who don’t even know you. If you have nothing nice to say, just don’t even say anything.”

“Donahue- my office.” A deep voice causes her to turn on her heel, “y/n, you too.” Unwillingly, Capri follows the instruction of the discipline master, with you close behind.

“So, both your teachers have reported the behaviour of your fellow classmates to me. And, I would like to clarify it with the two of you.”

“Clarify?” Capri raised a brow at the guy, “Mr. Pierce- of course they’ve been making things difficult for us. On Monday someone slipped an absolutely disgusting note into her locker.”

“Our school has a zero-tolerance of bullying.”

“You say that and yet here we are.” You nearly scoffed.

“Ladies, I’m very sorry for what is happening. And we will definitely be taking action against those students mentioned by your teachers. But in the meantime, report any other instances to me. Do not retaliate and make yourselves the ones in trouble.”

“We are in trouble. The whispering, the DMs, the comments- so much of it is homophobic.” Capri pointed out.

“I understand your frustration-”

“I’m afraid you don’t.” Capri snapped.

“Ms. Donahue, if it helps at all- I have a boyfriend. I’m bisexual. So I believe I understand how you two are feeling to a certain extend.” The teacher revealed patiently.

“Oh.” You and Capri responded in unison.

“As I was saying, the school typically already has the option for students to do schoolwork from home. So, I would recommend you two do that. But we do need a parent signature each.” He pulls out two sets of forms from a file and handed it to you and Capri.

“Alright, Thanks.” You said as you took the stack of papers.

————

The rest of your classes were okay- people whispered but before you left class, you told them to shut up and mind their business. “Leave me out of your conversations. I don’t even know who the hell you are. I’ve never seen you before.”

Seeing that you spoke up for yourself, they kept quiet from then on. But as you walked down the hall to your final class of the day, you saw a senior standing in your way as though he was waiting for you. “Where ya going, y/n?” He asks.

“To class.” You rolled your eyes, “Got a problem?”

“Yeah, I do.” He tilted his head, walking over to you as he cracked his knuckles. You started running, but he still caught up to you and pulled you back by the handle of your backpack.

“You got me in trouble, you ugly butch.” He growled, face so close to yours- you felt disgusted. By that and enraged at the fact that he called you a butch- that wasn’t you at all.

You stared at him, “Let me go.”

“I will not.” He glared back at you. The warning bell for students to get to their final class rings.

“Fuck off. I don’t care whatever the hell you want from me, I’m not scared of you.” Your anger was boiling, but you also felt a bit of anxiety. And fear- that he was gonna punch you and break your jaw.

“Shane! Get your hands off my girl.” Capri’s voice rang through the halls. Some students were watching- some took pictures, others took videos. So much for Capri’s warning. Shane flew off from you before she even appeared.

Oh, shit.

“y/n, get away.” Capri exclaimed.

“Capri, stop it.” You tried to pull her away. “Capri- stop. It’s not worth it.”

“Fuck you for laying your hands on a girl. Some guy you are.” Capri shoved him into a locker, took you by the hand and left the school.

“I still have one class, Capri.” You told her.

“We’re ditching.” She told you.

“No.”

“y/n.” She stops in her tracks, “We’re not staying and subjecting ourselves to their bullshit.”

“Fine.” You sniffled, walking away.

“Wait.” She sighs, “y/n…”

Capri caught up to you and led you to her car- it’s not like you were actively running away from her. You were just walking ahead of her.

Before she drives off, she took a good look at you. “What the fuck? He choked you?”

You looked away. “y/n- look at me. Who did that?”

“Fucking Shane- who else?” You snapped, biting back your tears.

She kept quiet after that, not wanting to push you. Capri did, however, stop at a drive-through to get lunch before you both returned to her place. “Mom. Why are you home so early?”

“The school called me. You left school.”

“Because y/n got choked by a senior and was almost punched. I couldn’t stay on and just subject ourselves to more of that shit.”

“What?!”

“Look- the school gave us these forms for you to sign and then we can do schoolwork at home.”

“Yeah, I’ll sign them.” Her Mom asks for it.

“You can’t sign mine-”

“y/n, leave it to me- your Dad works near where I work. I’ll drop by and after he signs your form, I’ll hand them back to the school.”

“Okay.” You nodded, “Thank you.”

“Before I leave- do either of you need medical attention?” Capri’s mom looked up from the form.

“We’re okay.” Capri answered, “We’ll just be in my room.”

“Alright.”

————

“Can I borrow a change of clothes?” You ask while following Capri into her room.

“Of course- whatever you want.” She shuts the door. Capri leads you by the hand to her closet to pick out a change of clothes. During which, you were still desperately trying not to burst into tears because you simply have had enough of crying these days. You eventually picked out a set and she also grabs you a towel. “I’ll go run you a bath, alright?” She cups your cheek, “Come on.” You didn’t want to sit on her bed with your school clothes so you just followed her into her ensuite bathroom.

Once the tub was filled, you stripped off your clothes and she helped you get in. “Will you stay with me?”

“You don’t even have to ask, my love.” She sat down on the floor with you, resting her folded arms on the edge of the tub and her forehead on them.

You leaned back, closing your eyes as you soaked in the warm water. “Is it okay if I join you in there, baby?” She asks- she needed to freshen up too, anyway. You nodded, “Yeah.”

“All this is just temporary, babe. Just bumps in the road. We’ll be just fine.”

“I just want them to mind their own business. I don’t even care about what they’re saying. But why do they find the need to lay their hands on people?”

Capri asked you to scooch forward, so you did and she ended up sitting behind you. She even lit a candle. “That we’ll never understand, but we have each other, and that’s the most important thing.”

“I love you, Capri.”

“I love you too, my darling.” She presses a kiss to the crook of your neck, her arm wrapped around you. “I love you so much. You don’t ever have to worry about anyone wanting to hurt you, because I’ll hurt them a thousand times more.”

You sniffled, “You really are a gift from heaven.”

“That’s sweet, baby. But I’m just doing what’s right for us.” She traces random shapes on your forearm.

“You really are. My Mom made sure of it.”

“I know, baby. That’s why we’ll be alright. All the more we would be.”

#auli’i cravalho #capri donahue #darby and the dead #reader insert #x reader #female reader #wlw fluff #wlw #wlw fanfic #lgbtqia #queer #romance

[nopoodles]

Prompt: Dare OCs: Aodhán/Sinhán + their father, Sin From: Fae Courts/Winter King Spoilers: No (not yet published, still playing with the universe)

Title: I Thought You Loved Me

Aodhán slammed the door to their father’s office open. Magic crackled, lighting everything possible in the space: candles, lamps, the fireplace that might not have been there before Aodhán’s entrance. The papers, physical manifestations of magical contracts and things to do mixed in with real paper reports from all of Sin’s spies, rustled with the wind Aodhán brought.

Sin glanced up, turning his attention back to the papers across his desk, as if Aodhán’s presence was of little consequence. He glowed. He always did. Dripping sunlight magic wherever he went. Staring too intently was just like staring at the sun itself. Blinding, impossibly powerful. But he’d been a young fool once, as everyone seemed to manage – especially those with magic. And once upon a time, he had taken a piece of himself and formed it into the only being in the entirety of faerie or possibly the entire universes who might be able to withstand that power. And that one singular being was stood in his office right now being ignored.

“Father,” Aodhán snapped.

“Yes, Sinhán?”

Sinhán, little sun. Tiny Sin. His. Defined only as such. Aodhán had been called such for almost as long as they had existed. It had begun as a nickname, but faerie changed these things.

“Aodhán,” they corrected, voice suddenly going quiet. They couldn’t do this. They shouldn’t have started it. They should have let it be. They should have left it. They should have known better than to expect the sun itself to give them the same attention they offered to it.

“Did you need something?” Sin prompted.

“Yes. I… Could you look at me when I’m talking to you?”

Sin’s eyebrows rose but he didn’t look away from his desk. Offended, but not enough to take his attention away from whatever he had decided upon.

“This is important.” Again Aodhán’s voice settled itself in a softer register. Too quiet. They needed to make themself heard and this wasn’t the way to go about it. Sweeping in here in a burst of magic and then soft and demure and sweet afterwards. “Someone opened a portal to the human realm.”

“I know,” Sin replied. “I took care of it.”

“That’s the problem,” Aodhán said. “You set me that task. Guardianship of the portal was mine.”

Sin waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

Aodhán’s hands shifted to fists. Magic burned in their chest, spreading over their limbs.

“You don’t need to light up like a torch, Sinhán, I dealt with it.”

“I don’t want you to deal with it,” Aodhán snapped. “I want you to actually let me do my supposed job. I want you to not undermine me in front of the entire court and beyond.” They waved an arm at the doors behind them. “Practically the entirety of faerie knows you set me to the task of guarding the portals and you just whipped that responsibility away on a whim. It was my job.”

“It doesn’t matter. Your reputation isn’t important.”

“Excuse me?”

Finally he looked up, those gold eyes shining with power. “Your reputation isn’t important except how it reflects on me. You are here as a reflection of my power. I can show just how powerful I am entirely by being more powerful than others with you sitting pretty by my side.”

“No. I will not be some pawn for you.”

“You always have been. You were designed as such.”

Aodhán’s hands landed on the desk, they leaned across it, teeth bared in a feral snarl. “You think I have no memory of my own design? You think you can gaslight me into believing that was my intended purpose all along when you were the one who called me into creation?”

“You need to calm yourself.”

“I willnae.”

Power flashed. Growing around Sin in a swirling yellow and gold display of light. It flared like tentacles, and pressed against Aodhán, hot and dry and heavy. “You dare speak to your king like this?”

Aodhán’s power flared in response. Sin might be the sun, but Aodhán was still fire. They could burn bright and hot and fierce too. “I’d dare do more than speak.”

Sin sucked his power back in. Trust him to do so. Like a click, as if it was easy. He always was a fan of playing power games like that. Out and out fighting was, he said, the realm of the barbarians in the Winter Court. “My child. I think I have the perfect job for you that will help you have confidence in your own skills and power.” He tucked their face in his hands, placing a fatherly kiss on the top of their head. “You can become my ambassador to the Winter Court. Pack your bags, I’ll send the missive now.”

This has been I Thought You Loved Me by Will Soulsby-McCreath. Feel absolutely free to reblog around Tumblr but don't copy and paste to anywhere else (c) Will Soulsby-McCreath

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #ockissweek #writing #fiction #short story #fantasy #lgbtqia+ #lgbt characters #nonbinary characters #fae courts/winter king #i thought you loved me

[transcriptasareversa]

Understood.

Is not that hard getting used to it actually, is especially easy when you have come to expect it, having lived with that all your life. Witches just don't bend backwards to learn their idiom, no when Eberwolf can understand witches just fine, that seems to be enough.

Does it really matter if nobody understands what Eberwolf is saying when Eberwolf understands what others are saying just fine? Not really, apparently. They have heard all the excuses and dismissals, too, so there's not even a point in bothering with those. And yet...

Is funny really, when you think about it, something about appearances and what not, that the one that tries is the one that pretends the hardest not to care. Eberwolf has experienced the contrary before, but that one? That one is new.

Is also nice (and a little new, too) to be understood, not have to go with what the others say all the time because what they said gets lost to the wind, because what they said doesn't matter all that much. Instead, Eberwolf can very casually jump into Darius desk, get a slightly annoyed look in return, and then just... talk.

Bored.

Is funny really, such a simple action, so taken for granted.

Darius sighs, still only slightly annoyed (kind of his natural state, anyway).

"Not my problem."

Eberwolf pays no mind to that.

Scrub.

Darius frowns, confused, before turning to face them.

"What?"

Scrub.

"Scrub?"

Eberwolf nods, satisfied.

Herb.

"Are you testing me?"

Eberwolf pays no mind to that.

Herb.

"I'm working."

As if to make a point, Darius turns back to his desk and the papers he’s writing on. Eberwolf pays no mind to that (they're good at it).

Herb.

"Herb. I'm working, leave me work in peace."

As if.

Bindweed.

"Bush. For the last time..."

No.

"What do you mean no?!"

No.

There's a moment of silence. Darius stops writing, finally (whatever is it he was writing doesn't seem that important anymore, also is kind of rude to be writing when someone is talking to you, not that Eberwolf has any right to call anyone rude but that's besides the point).

"Repite it one more time."

It is kind of funny, really.

Bindweed.

Darius thinks it over.

"Bindweed."

Eberwolf nods.

Their witch will probably kill people and Eberwolf over anyone ever finding out how pleased with himself he looks in that moment, so Eberwolf lets it slide as Darius goes back to his papers. Besides,

"Which one was bush?"

Is nice having someone try for you.

Eberwolf growls, a sound that to most people would mean nothing but that they know Darius is interpreting as 'bush', because of course (is not like he can go around not understanding a word of what Eberwolf says, except that according to everyone else he totally could; is also not like he does it because he cares, except he totally does and Eberwolf isn't estupid). Is a statement to all of that, perhaps, their reason to jump on Darius shoulder (but also fuck the desk is not that comfy). Is also a statement to a lots of things the fact that Darius barely reacts, beyond an annoyed sigh.

"What now?"

Nothing really, Eberwolf is pretty pleased and cozy right now, so they just... lie down, stretching their paws.

"You're not sleeping on my shoulder, you little annoyance, out."

Since they both know that Darius doesn't mean that (even if Eberwolf knows it a little more than Darius does), they don't move, ignoring pretty easily the light movement the man does when writing. Darius sighs, again.

"You're annoying."

Eberwolf pays him no mind.

Love you, they growl, feeling quite happy in that moment.

The movement stops. Eberwolf pays it no mind, ignoring Darius stiffness in favor of closing their eyes, ready to be taken out by sleep.

"Mmm..." mutters Darius, still not writing, for what Eberwolf can tell. "That's... Alright."

Is such a dumb thing to say, but Darius is just like that sometimes so Eberwolf lets that slide too, only giggling in response.

"That was dumb, I said nothing."

It was, but is fine, Eberwolf gets it. They also have come to undestand Darius and they get it, so is fine.

Is fine, they mutter, feeling really tired now that they are comfortable, the slumber getting them.

"Sure but, you know, same and all that."

Really, is funny when you thing about it, that out of the two of them, Eberwolf is the one that apparently has problems communicating. At the very least, in their case they can say is not really their fault, they may have thought so in the past, but they know better now and they're not bothering to make themself understood or in understanding people that isn't worth it. Only the worthy from now on (even if that makes Eberwolf the sensible one in the relationship, they can live with that).

They're happier like this.

#toh #the owl house #eberwolf #darius deamonne #my writing #self-indulgent fic about them because i have THOUGHTS #this is also rotting fluff in its own way and i'm slightly embarassed about that #it also includes THOUGHTS nobody ask for #and is like my third fic ever in english #and english isn't my first language so this has mistakes #and i don't exactly have a certified english either so yeah #they/them for eberwolf too because i'm practicing those

[beesincognito]

Perfect Strangers- part seven: It’s Bittersweet

Viktor x Fem!reader (slight NSFW)

part six part eight       (start here!)

Takes place before Arcane and works its way there, did my best to combine the different versions of lore. (nsfw in parts)

(you and Viktor meet on your first day at the academy and bond over being habitual, awkward loners. The story revolves around class issues and a sense of belonging mixed with lore and Arcane plot. The story will split at some point and you choose which ending you want to read.) 

*slight sexual content*

Word count: 2,996

******

Viktor’s chest was pressed against yours as your lips moved together with his in the darkness of his room. Only the sound of your conjoined heavy breathing and the rustling of bed sheets cut through the silence surrounding you. You could feel the pressure of his body resting between your open legs, the skirt of your dress pushed up past your hips. It was overwhelmingly hot between your bodies. 

     You couldn’t remember how you got there as your head fell back over the soft pillow. Feeling your body roll with his, scratching your nails into his back as his teeth caught your lower lip. His brow was pinched with effort, you hooked your legs around his hips mumbling his name in a desperate plea.

     The knocking at his door didn’t phase either of you as you remained entangled with each other. Neither of you cared, finally holding each other after your first real small fight, making up for the misunderstanding, the years of pining after each other.

     Your eyes rolled back as you shut them, barely hearing the words he was whispering as he held you and all you could say was yes as you felt him press into you in earnest. 

     “Viktor…” your eyes opened with heavy lids to an empty room, his name being the only thing those walls actually heard compared to your dream. You jolted up, looking around as the morning sun peeked through your window. It was hot under the blankets which you promptly tossed back to your feet.

     The knocking was coming from your door and you jumped out of bed, rushing to turn the handle and pulling it to see who was there so early. Expecting it to be Viktor, you were met with disappointment. 

     “Are you y/n?” It was a mail carrier. They didn’t comment, at least not verbally, on your evening attire or smeared eye make up. 

     “Yes? What is it?” You tried to stop squinting your eyes as they adjusted to being awake.

     “You’ve had a large package in the mail room for a week, we’re just letting you know to come pick it up before this weekend.” He politely handed you a slip of paper with directions, showing you where to go and who to ask. 

     “I’m sorry, thank you.”

     “No problem, ma’am,” he nodded and went on his way down the hallway and out of your sight. 

     Your legs turned to jelly as you shut your door. The dream had been so real and your body was still sweltering, sweat was cooling your back and neck as you stripped yourself out of the dress. You put on a robe and made your way to the communal showers with your toiletries, ignoring the stares from your neighbors. It wasn’t the end of the world if they thought you were doing the walk of shame, a part of you wished it were true after that damned dream.

     You thought you must have been hearing things when someone whispered to their friend as you passed and you heard Viktor’s name in the mix. It wouldn’t be surprising if your neighbors thought it was true given he was in front of your door multiple times a week.

     Everyone was getting ready for the holiday since it was finally break, no more regularly scheduled school for a month. The only students who would remain were the ones that had independent study projects. Viktor would be one of them; you weren’t sure if you were going to stay with him at this point. Maybe he needed a break from you after constantly being around each other, especially after the previous night. He would be able to focus better on his research without you around.

     Your parents had sent letters saying they wanted to see you sometime during the break, but had not specified when or how. It would have been nice to go home for a week or two. Dorms were finally going to be rotated anyways so you figured it would be easier to get your extra stuff home first. You had only come with a couple small bags of clothes, but you had accumulated paper clutter from your side art projects, notes, and books you couldn’t help but buy. Any mechanical projects you would find in the clutter were to be donated back to the supply rooms. 

     Locking the door behind you and pulling the chord above the shower head to get the water flowing shocked you awake, washing the sleep from your face. 

     Thoughts about the dream mixed with the date wrestled for attention when you usually suppressed intimate intrusive thoughts about Viktor. Neither of you ever thought it was worth jeopardizing your friendship for a relationship so you made a habit of reminding yourself to ignore those moments when he’d confuse you with his damned mixed signals. 

     You had only talked about it once with him. Back in the summer when a sweet girl from your lecture class had asked Viktor to attend a dance with her, nothing too serious, he had politely turned her down without sparing a second to think on it. You had asked him if he thought about dating and he shut you down as well saying he needed to focus on his work. 

     Remembering how he had asked you the same thing, your response of “I have no one in mind,” made you shiver now even under the steaming hot water. You finished up and exited the shower.

     The toothbrush felt heavy in your hand , brushing your teeth lazily in front of the mirror, surrounded by other students getting ready for the day. Your reflection felt unrecognizable as you wondered what Viktor could ever see in you, knit-picking at all of the details of your face. His compliments from the previous night were lost on you at that moment, it was replaced with embarrassment and shame. Disgusted with your reflection and yourself for having that dream you wrapped up and made your way back to your dorm to finish getting ready alone.

******

You had never been to the mail room before, the atmosphere felt chaotic, but extremely organized at the same time. Nothing breathed efficiency into a workspace much like academy students and employees in Piltover.  

     The attendant at the desk asked for your name, and once they went in the back to check, you were surprised to see them return with a large box and a small folded letter with no envelope, only a wax seal. The box was at least two feet squared and shockingly light for its size. You signed for it and saw that it was from your mother; guilt made you wonder why you hadn’t come to pick it up sooner. Stuffing the letter into your back pocket after recognizing the wax seal was Caston’s family crest.

     Odd.

     Carrying the box back to your dorm was no trouble. Once you were sitting on the floor with it, prying it open, after ripping the paper tape with a pen, you were first greeted with a letter resting on a bed of tissue paper. 

Our little girl,

Your father and I wanted you to have something nice to wear to the upcoming gala. We’re so proud of you for finishing your latest term at the academy. We weren’t sure what the kids are into these days so we had to ask around, but everything seemed too flashy for your taste. We hope you’re doing well and we cannot wait to see you during your break. We have something fun planned if you decide to stay home for a while. 

Much love,

Mom

     As you set the letter aside on the floor you pulled a pile of tissue paper and lifted the top of an elegant dress from the box. It was in a sheer bag so you pulled the whole thing out and hung it on the back of your door to unzip it out of its casing. 

     It was very white, and you were very accident prone which made you scared to ever wear it. It looked like it was worth more than all of the clothes you brought to the academy put together. Thanking the universe for the lack of bling, you assessed the rest of the dress. It didn’t show too much skin and it wasn’t over the top. You could actually see yourself wearing it, it was too bad the latest gala had already passed. It looked like a bridal dress with its lace accents and long floor length sleeves. 

     Thoughts of Viktor swaying at a gala with you in the dress invaded your thoughts so quickly that you aggressively zipped the dress back into its casing. Dropping to the floor on your ass, in a way that kind of hurt, as you started to cry. It all felt so strange when you gasped for air and shook into deep sobs. Reasons for your tears eluded you.

     I need to go home.

******

Lab work and research was sprawled out in front of Viktor, sitting in the small, dimly lit, lab alone was the only thing keeping him level headed. He had left you and could not fathom returning to your door that evening regardless of his desire to feel you in his arms. The look you had given filled him with regret even then, hours later, the disbelief he had felt when you invited him into your dorm made his heart ache like he had never experienced before. Your capacity for forgiveness after the way he had treated you so coldly was maddening. 

     Parts of him wished you had screamed back at him, punched him maybe, let him know he had made an ass out of himself by assuming he knew everything about you and your opinions. Any form of punishment would have been more than welcome, but instead you had let him kiss you goodnight and leave without a word.

     Pencil scratching forcefully against paper, almost tearing through, lacked the distraction he had been earnestly seeking when thoughts of you in your dress continued to plague his frazzled mind.  It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform or plain leisure clothes. You never dressed up, both of you would wave off invites to events where an outfit like that was necessary. Pondering how long you had owned that dress made his cheeks flush when he remembered how little you brought when you first arrived. You obviously went dress shopping at some point. 

     He wondered if you actually had wanted to go to those galas, those excessively grand events, and the only reason you put them off was him. Thoughts of you embarrassed or weighed down by him were no exception to the sea of images flooding his mind despite all the evidence to prove otherwise. His face scrunched at the thought of you picking out that dress only to hide it away when he had first said he didn’t like the idea of the galas. 

     Maybe it was best if he didn’t see you for a while, or at all. That hurt more than the thought of just facing you again once the dust settled. 

     Time escaped him, he barely noticed the sun had begun to rise. The night had passed him by sleeplessly and he realized it was too late to go to bed at that point. He didn’t even get that much done during that time. 

     Continuing his work to the best of his abilities was all he could think to do. More time slipped away, hours into the day, by noon he decided it was as good a time as any to return to his dorm. He was still in his suit, having avoided his room by heading straight to the lab the previous night. The after taste in his mouth convinced him it was past time to be reasonable and get ready for the day. 

     What he was afraid of was running into you on his way back. Regardless, he was calmer then than he had been before working. He left everything where it was as he grabbed his overcoat, placing it over his free arm before exiting the lab and making his way across the courtyard. 

     Students were milling about with bags and suitcases, returning home for the holiday sent the academy into a hum of excitement. Not for Viktor though; he had no reason to return home. 

     Dark clouds threatened him with rain as he reached the building entrance, already feeling nervous about seeing you. He knew he had already broken his daily routine and you would have noticed his absence by then. 

     Turning the door to his dorm, he sluggishly pushed his way in, dropping his coat and cane on the floor before shutting the door behind him. There was a sweet smell of spice in the room, looking around it took no time to notice the bag and cup of hot tea on his desk, a piece of paper under the cup. 

     His heart lurched in his chest when he read the note:

I’ll be back later, hope you’re feeling ok.

-y/n

     He remembered how long ago he had given you his spare key when you offered to drop something off for him over half a year prior. It never occurred to him you would use it, sometimes he hoped you would. The first time he offered to use his room when he wasn’t there was when you sometimes complained about having to use the communal bathroom. 

     Seeing the breakfast pastry and hot tea made him realize you were there recently, nothing had gone cold. He wondered how much later you meant from the note, it was not like he had anything more planned for that day except returning to the lab. Now he didn’t want to go anywhere, afraid of missing you again. 

     While he waited for your return he took his time in the shower, ice cold water waking him up. 

******

Still feeling oddly level-headed about seeing Viktor, you practically bounced on your heels on your way to his room. Realizing you just needed a break from the academy grounds, not him, and a well earned vacation with your family was all you needed to lighten your mood after the misunderstanding with him. 

     The only thing you were unsure of was the letter from Caston, it was a brief read for you and you didn’t have the heart to dissect it or the emotional energy to respond after all that had happened. It didn’t hurt as much, but you needed more time. 

     It was colder than you had expected it to be when you got dressed that morning in a tweed pants and a button up blouse that turned out to be too thin for the weather. A gust of wind bit at your bare arms just before you stepped into the building, rubbing away the chill with the palms of your hands. It was more chaotic in the common rooms on each floor you ascended since students were saying their goodbyes before visiting family or group trips. 

     When you knocked on his door it swung open with barely a second passing, your hand still raised in the air. 

     “y/n,” he beamed down at you with his smile, but his eyes told you he was exhausted.

     “Are you alright?” you asked, stepping past him when he waved you in.

     “Yes, I’m fine,” he shut the door. Heavily leaning on his cane that gave a slight wobble with the uncomfortable lean of his back that had been growing worse. 

     “If you say so,” you sat on the bed, “I came to let you know I’m going home for the break. I know I entertained the idea of staying to assist you in the lab, but my parents want me to visit…longer than a few days, that is.”

     Viktor nodded, not giving away how much he would miss you while you were gone. Since meeting there hadn’t been a full week without you at least running into each other somewhere on campus. 

     “I wanted to ask if you would like to come with me,” you asked apprehensively, “to my family home or wherever my parents had in mind.”

     He gave it some thought, considering how much closer you could become being away from the academy. But his mind was still turning the previous night's events on repeat for him to mull over and taking a break from each other seemed best after he had hurt your feelings. 

     “Thank you for the offer, but I think I should stay. I’m sorry,” he rubbed his cheek. 

     You stood from the bed, assuring him there were no hard feelings and it was just a thought in case he wanted to get away as well. Telling him you were leaving in an hour knocked the wind out of him when he expected you to at least have one more day. He kept his composure, expressing how glad he was that you were excited for whatever surprise was in store for you.

     “I’ll write to you,” you chimed in on your way back out of his room. “At least next term I’ll be in the room next to yours.”

     The room request was so long ago, Viktor had forgotten about it. Living next door to you sounded like a dream. 

     “And please take care of yourself while I’m gone,” you added, hugging him tightly. Feeling his hand hold your waist and his cheek against your head. You held him until he promised audibly that he would remember meals and get sleep. “See you soon then, okay?”

     He agreed, leaning down to kiss your forehead and watching you leave down the long hallway. You disappeared into the sea of students and delivery workers. Despite his desire to remain with you, his feelings for you grew fonder in your absence when he knew you would be alright and back at the academy in no time.

******

Thank you for your patience and making it this far!

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[pansyfemme]

your art inspires me so much, i adore your use of color and texture and composition. i love love making art, getting drawn into a piece and layering and highlights and shadows and and and. but, i struggle quite deeply with subject matter, i feel, donno, like i don't think about the world in that way? everytime i see your art it evokes this visceral need to create but i just end up staring at a blank page. I admire so much art from afar but when I try I feel so overwhelmed with how to just, make the inspiration i get into art? i struggle with this in writing too, ideas are so few and far between and generally tend to be very vauge, like a smell or a color combination, or a collection of words. i dont know how to devolp it or explore it really. I did art in high school, and a year of architecture, and im struggling so much without having a brief to launch off of. feel free to ignore this if its too personal or familiar, but do you have any suggestions for me?

first of all, thank you so much!! and you sound like someone who has a deep interest in the process itself, which is super adrimable! i run into a lot of people who are more concerned with the output than the process and so they lack experimentation, so being process focused can lead to a lot of great possiblity!

As for ideas, it sounds silly when the idea is to generate insporation organically, but drawing from life and photos more was one of the steps to me being able to generate organically. i was for years, one of those ppl who draw a detailed character standing hands by side on a blank background. Learning more about how the figure moves from studying it was the 1# way to be able to organically draw poses the way i do. It’s hard to be like ‘use references!’ when finding refs is a whole other thing but sites like line of action have helped a lot bc i dont even have much choice in the ref lol!! My subject matter is based a lot on personal experience, i’m someone who has struggled with personal connection my whole life, i’m both autistic and have a case of social anxiety so severe i ended up permentantly stunting my development as a child bc i refused to interact with kids my age (oops) so a lot of my work about personal connection between trans and disabled people comes from a desire for close relationships with people who possess the same traits that made me feel undesirable for so long. I can’t also, tell you to generate a list of things about you and put those into your work because not everyone’s work is that personal and it’s not really something that can be forced, everytime a teacher told me to play into my other traumas i ended up hating the peice. i will say though, having a philosophy towards your work can do a lot. Journaling and writing down ideas, problems and aspirations as well as your attitude behind your work can sometimes help roadblocks. I also reccomend building up the process of making thumbnails and doodles and trying to generate ideas in very rough concept sketches rather than expecting to immediatly know what to do with a blank page. It adds more time and can also be frustrating, but it helps break down the blank page anxiety if you have a scrap sheet to try things out on before you go onto your final paper. another thing that helped my process is just always having a sketchbook and pencil on me. I don’t have to use it, but having my supplies with me often helps me be able to do quick sketches when im at coffee shops, doctors waiting rooms.. etc. It helps me be able to get any momentary inspiration down to work with later. the reality with rough Sketches is they do not need to be readable by anyone but yourself. it’s not just that they don’t have to look good, they could be three lines and a few notes if that’s what you need to be able to translate the vision to your head. A lot of my peices come from just wanting to draw certain perspectives or settings, and my sketches can be quite literally a grid sometimes. Again, this probably seems quite overwhelming. if your problem is generating ideas its tough to here ‘just draw!’ but it does help to build up a habit of sketching (even just circles and lines) and notetaking because it can help get the ideas flowing.

[eddiemunsonsimpp]

Love at first Reconnect | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader | Part Three

third and final part to this little miniseries!! as always feedback is much appreciated 🖤 enjoy ily muah

Warnings - 🌿 ment

Tags - FLUFF, banter, Mutual pining, cute shit

Wc - 1.7k

Masterlist

Part one | Part Two

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Eddie let out an exasperated huff, dropping his pencil onto the papers sprawled in front of him. He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes.

“If I study any longer, I think I’m actually gonna die.”

You toss your head back in a short laugh.

“Oh, c’mon! One more page and then we can go smoke.” You poke his side with your elbow, eliciting a groan out of him. You lean over his shoulder to glance at the page, being met with illegible writing and random doodles along the bottom of the page. You sigh out in a soft hum, plucking the page from in front of him as your eyes skimmed over the problems.

“Okay, it’s just Shakespeare, Eds. Did you read over the syllabus? Or… any of the notes I wrote you?”

He seemingly ignored your question, posing his own.

“Why do they talk like that? Like, who the fresh fuck talks like that?”

You giggle and shrug. “I dunno, old English idiots, I guess?” You glanced back to the page.

“Okay, so, she’s asking for an analysis on Macbeth. Specifically, what the main themes of the play are. Did you read it?” Eddie nodded through a yawn. “So,” you drawled, “what are some of the main themes?”

Silence.

“Eddie.” Annoyance rang in your voice.

“I don’t know!” He matched your frustration, leaning back on the bed with a huff.

“Am I going to have to do all of your work myself?”

“Probably.”

“Would smoking make you at least a little more open to working with me on this?”

He sat up immediately, drawing a small giggle out of you.

The two of you sat cross legged on his bed, passing a joint back and forth.

“Name me at least one main theme from Macbeth.” You spoke suddenly. Eddie rolled his eyes deeply. “C’mon, Eds! This is part of your passing grade to graduate.”

He took a harsh drag and passed it back to you. “Fucking, uhhh-“ He mumbled as he reached around in his head for an answer.

“Loyalty..” He started. You nodded with a reassuring ‘mhm’. “What else?” He shook his head with a sigh.

“I’m not answering them for you, Eddie. You have to know this stuff if you wanna pass English Lit.”

“Loyalty, guilt, innocence?”

You clapped your hands together with a squeal.

“Holy shit! Yes!” You cheered. His cheeks flushed pink as he beamed at you.

“What’s the fourth one?” You encouraged.

He fell silent, eyebrows furrowed as if lost in thought.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek.

“You know what? You got the first three. That’s good enough for now.”

“Does that mean we can stop for the day?”

“Yes, that means we can stop the for the day.” You replied with a wry laugh.

“So, now what should we do?” Eddie asked as you tidied the slew of papers, pencils and highlighters off of the bed. You shrugged.

“We could go to Benny’s for dinner?”

“Bold of you to assume I have money.”

“Aren’t you literally a drug dealer?”

He stayed silent for a moment.

“…You spend your drug money on more drugs, don’t you?”

“Hey, now, not any drugs! Specifically that Purple Punch you’ve been enjoying and getting knocked on your ass with!” You laughed brightly.

“Alright, so, not Benny’s. We could just watch a movie like usual?”

“Or we could go hang out and smoke at Skull Rock?”

You blinked up at him, bewildered.

“Skull Rock? Really?”

“What? It’s a nice spot!”

“Yeah, where everyone from school goes to jump each other’s bones!” He chuckled.

“Okayy, not Skull Rock.”

You two sat in a blanket of silence as you pondered for ideas of what to do.

Eventually, you rolled over onto your stomach, looking up at Eddie from the edge of the bed.

“What’s Hellfire’s current campaign about?”

He appeared taken aback.

“You’re… interested in my campaign?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you. You nodded and beamed up at him. “Dustin never really tells me any of the details, usually just cusses you out for,” You hold up your fingers in quotation marks, “‘Being too stern of a DM’?” He grinned and laughed.

As Eddie went on to tell you the full plan of his current campaign, you felt your chest heave. A bright, toothy smile overtook his features as he gestured widely with his hands, giving you nearly every detail you needed to know. He was so genuinely passionate about his campaigns, that much you could tell. And, from what your brother had told you, he was an incredible DM. You couldn’t help but return his same goofy smile as butterflies pranced around in your belly, no matter how hard you tried to ignore them. Obviously, having feelings for your childhood best friend was, in no way, your plan. You had never felt like this toward Eddie. You decided, regretfully, Steve and Robin were right. You did like Eddie. A lot, at that.

As he finished his spiel about his campaign, he looked at you almost expecting to laugh in his face. Instead, you continued to beam up at him. “That’s really fucking cool, Eds.” You spoke softly. You could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks flush. “Y’know…” You started, “After Freshman year, I really didn’t know if we would ever reconnect. And it sucked, a lot.

I missed this.” I missed you.

“I missed this a lot, Eddie.” His face softened and this time, unmistakably blushed, and he nodded. “I missed this a lot, too.” He returned your soft tone. Your heart rattled in your throat as the two of you stared at each other. It was your turn to blush, breaking the eye contact and dragging your fingers through your hair. You cleared your throat and sat up on the bed. You went to speak, but not before he sheepishly cut you off.

“Uh, listen… I, uh, I hope I’m not… severely misreading this and I’m fucking praying to something I don’t fuck this up, but, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck and ran his fingers through his hair. “I think…I think I like you. Like - a fucking lot.”

There it was.

Your lips parted, and you could feel your heart beat in your throat.

You liked your childhood best friend, and, by the grace of whatever, he did, too.

He must’ve taken your awestruck expression and silence as rejection as he cleared his throat. “Uh… shit. Uh, forget I said anything.” He played it off with a sad laugh as he went to stand. You grabbed his wrist instinctively and stared up at him. He looked at you quizzically.

“You mean it?” Your voice barely reached above a whisper. He nodded shyly. You wrapped your hand around his and closed the space between the two of you, connecting your lips softly. You trailed your fingers into his hair, pulling him impossibly close as you settled in his lap, like he would slip through your fingers any second. You two pulled away from each other just enough for your foreheads to rest against each other’s. You gazed deeply into his eyes and struggled to bite back a smile.

“I like you, too, Eddie. A fucking lot.” You rested your hands on his thighs.

“So, does this mean if I asked you on a date to the drive-in on Saturday?…” He trailed off, and you smiled brightly.

“Absolutely.”

And that was that. The beginning of a relationship that would surely ruin every other relationship you could ever be in for the rest of your life. Though, you hated to think you two would ever part, and so did he.

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“Son of a bitch!” Robin cussed as she reluctantly thrust a $20 bill into Steve’s hand. You rolled your eyes at the pair.

“At least now we don’t have to stand here and gag over their unrequited loving stares.” Steve pointed.

“No, you’re right. Now we get to stand here and gag over them being all over each other at every second of every day.” Robin retorted. You huffed. “Okay, guys, we aren’t that bad.”

They both shot you a glance suggesting otherwise.

“We’re not!” You defended in a small shriek.

“You are.”

“So are.”

You groaned.

“Please, I’ve had to deal with years of Steve pining over Tammy, then Nancy, then Heidi, Stacy-… Do I need to keep going?”

“Don’t forget Robin and Vickie.”

“Oh my god, absolutely.” Robin flipped you both the bird.

“The point is, I’ve dealt with both of your romantic bullshit and unrequited love stories for the past 2 years. You can deal with mine.”

Steve shot you a wry smile.

“We never said we weren’t happy for you, Henderson.”

“You’re just a very… unusual couple.” Robin chimed in.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean, how much do you two really have in common?” Steve suggested.

You stared at him blankly.

“Seriously?” You queried.

He nodded.

“I was the one who got him into Lord of the Rings! I was the one who brought him comic books and read them to him. I was the one who introduced him to Ozzy when we were in middle school!” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s almost like you two don’t know a thing about me!” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. You were the first nerd in your family, even though Dustin likes to take the credit-“

“HE LOVES TO TAKE THE CREDIT!” You huffed.

You three straightened up as you heard the bell ring, signaling someone had waltzed in. Your eyes landed on, of course, your new doting boyfriend. You broke out into a bright smile and hopped over the counter, rushing over to him. He returned your smile and held up a bag and a cup. “Lunch break?” He greeted. You looked at the clock, and then back to your friends, who were grinning at the two of you. Steve nodded. “Go ahead, we’ll try not to burn the place down while you’re gone.”

You shot him a toothy grin and leaned on your tippy toes, planting a small kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Let me grab my bag and clock out.” You grabbed your things and punched out at nearly record speed, practically skipping out the front of the store.

Steve and Robin looked at each other and chuckled.

“They’re actually kind of cute, you gotta admit.” Robin shrugged.

“…Yeah. Yeah, they really are.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #friends to lovers

[warriorteam1924]

Houston, we got a problem....

John Deacon & Queen Band

Author note : Hello my beauties. here I am for day 3 of Deaky’s 71th birthday. I’m not following any prompts, it’s just birthday themed. I’ve been super busy lately and I’m aware it’s not my best piece, but I hope some of you will enjoy it anyways. Thanks in advance to anyone who will be giving honest feedback, it’s always very appreciated. Also, I remind you English isn’t my mother tongue, apologies in advance for the mistakes.

Warnings : none really, just my awful writing. and a slight cursing.... 

Summary : it’s John’s birthday !!!

Words count : 1,817 words

Permanent taglist : @reavenedges-lies​​ @thosequeenboys​​ @born-to-lose​​  @orionis8689​​ @queenlover05​​​ (communicate with me regarding tagging please)

Some thought since he was the lead singer of Queen, Freddie Mercury was the decision maker within the band, but it was a false assertion. When it came to music and the whole band creating together, they all had their word, everyone’s opinion was valid.

 When it came to celebration, however, it was a totally different matter. He and only he was able to be in charge of everything. He always had a plan, and it was better for everyone else to follow his orders and it was useless to argue or contest his decisions.

 John Deacon, Roger Taylor and Brian May had rapidly understood it. So, when Freddie Mercury announced he was going to organize a surprise celebration for Deaky’s birthday, Roger and Brian had merely exchanged glances, loudly swallowing. They weren’t sure where all of this was going to lead them, but on the other hand, they knew they had to follow Freddie’s rules on this matter. The singer was about to become a real drama queen, largely pouting and slamming the doors behind him. And after all, Brian and Roger only had to follow orders, this shouldn’t be too hard.

 As it was clear for everyone, Freddie had a plan. He dragged Brian and Roger with him to go shopping. Balloons and decorations, presents, at least one from each musician, and a fabulous and fancy cake. After all, one only had a single birthday within a year, this needed a proper extravaganza.

 Brian was staying strong, trying to reassure everyone, including himself, that they were going to find what they needed. Even if it was already the fourth shop the three of them were leaving, empty-handed. Roger, on the other hand, was already dragging his purple shoes on the pavement, huffing and puffing like crazy. Freddie was merely ignoring him, leading the way, rocking his hips as he was rapidly walking.

 Eventually and at the end of what appeared to be an endless day for both guitarist and drummer, all was found and everything was ready. As they gathered at Freddie’s, they wrapped the presents, or at least, the singer undid the wrapping work the sellers had kindly done and wrapped everything all over again. The presents needed to be neatly presented, the paper needed to be straight and elegant. The bows had to be perfectly placed and the tag had to be correctly and distinctly written.

 The balloons and the cakes didn’t need more attention, they just needed to be brought to Deaky on his birthday. Which was the following day. The three men agreed to gather again at Freddie’s, this way, Roger would be able to drive them and the rest of the purchases to their final destination.

 On the D-Day, Brian and Roger made sure to arrive at Freddie’s earlier than expected. The two of them were aware the singer would be late anyways, but at least, they were making sure the blame wouldn’t be put on their shoulders.

 Freddie eventually kissed his cats and they all got in the car, the balloons and the presents in the trunk, and the cake safely laying on the singer’s laps. The way to get to John’s place was pleasant, the day was already surely going to be very lovely. The sun was shining and it wasn’t too hot thanks to a nice summer breeze.

 Roger parked not too far from Deaky’s and Brian headed to the trunk to take the rest of the stuff. The drummer took the cake and told Freddie he would safely and carefully bring it to the house. This way, the singer could be in charge of the rest of the presents and Brian could wrap the strings of the balloons around his long fingers, making sure none of them would escape.

 The driving from Freddie’s house to John’s went well. There was no reason the way from the car to the house would be different.

 Freddie was leading the way and opened the doorway that led to the pathway. Brian was following him, making sure the balloons weren’t on his way to see where he was putting his feet. Roger, bringing up the rear, very silently closed the doorway, his tongue sticking out as he was struggling between the cake and the lock. But it went fine and he let out a sigh of relief.

 The three men were still quietly walking, willing to surprise their friend.

 Yet, unlike Brian, Roger wasn’t really looking where he was going and since his shoelaces were untied, the inevitable happened. He made sure not to fall, and surprisingly remained quiet. Looking around him, he blushed heavily. They were only a couple of steps away from the front door.

 Since Brian was the closest, the drummer whispered:

 “Houston? We have a problem….”

 He knew the guitarist was fond of space and hoped this would soothe him before actually announcing the bad news.

 Brian turned around, trying to see between the balloons. No other words were needed. When he saw Roger’s face, he understood right away. The drummer let out a nervous laugh.

 “Ready guys?”, Freddie whispered as he was about to knock on the door.

 Yet, there was no answer.

 “Guys?”, he frowned and turned around as well.

 The scene wasn’t what he expected to see. Roger had his hand on his chin, thinking and Brian seemed to be trying to find a way to go back in time. Freddie noticed Roger’s hands were empty and looked down, since it was where the two others were looking.

 That’s when he saw the box of the cake on the pathway.

 “Noooooooooooooooooooooooo….”, Freddie whined, still in a whisper.

 He put the presents next to the front door and came closer to the others, all of them staring at the box.

 “Roger, what did you do?”,  the singer complained.

 The drummer looked at him, willing to sarcastically answer, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea.

 “I’m sorry, it was an accident….”, Roger explained, still in a whisper.

 “Maybe it’s not that bad….”, Brian said, trying to remain positive.

 The three men simultaneously bent over, still intensely examining the crime scene. An old lady passed by, stopped to glance at them. She paused for a few seconds, wondering what was going on. She then shrugged and carried on her way.

Freddie delicately put his hands on the box, very gently opening it.

 “Careful….”, Brian said, sweat forming on his forehead.

 It was as if Roger and Brian were witnessing an open-heart surgery, as Freddie was now on his knees, looking inside the box.

 He closed his eyes, sighing. He looked up, saying no with his face.

 “Are you sure? There must be something we can do?”, Roger whispered.

 “It’s too late, Rog….”, Freddie said.

 “Let me see.”, the drummer replied.

 “No, you cannot see this. it would break your heart.”, the singer stated, avoiding his eyes.

 Roger frowned, but opened the box all the same. And he grimaced.

 “Oh, bloody hell….”, Brian tried not to curse too strongly.

 “Fuck….”, Roger was, on the other hand, less polite.

 The cake was completely upside down, the frosting spread everywhere but on the top of the cake. The drummer came closer and put his index in the icing, willing to taste it.

 “What are you doing?”, Freddie asked, seeming deeply offended.

 “What? I’m just trying it.”, Roger shrugged.

 “Is it good?”, Brian asked.

 Yet, before Roger could answer, the guitarist had already taken a bit of icing on his finger as well, and tried it.

 “Delicious. This is an excellent bakery.”, he said, nodding.

 “You guys are insane….”, Freddie stated.

 “You should try, Fred, it’s really good.”, Roger replied, sitting down to take another fingertip of icing.

 The singer frowned, considering his option. He eventually shrugged and sat as well, tasting the frosting. Soon, Brian sat as well and the three of them started to take turns, cleaning the box from the icing that had spread everywhere. The three men were smiling, licking their lips, appreciating this moment.

 “What the hell is going on here?”, a voice said, making them strongly startle.

 John appeared on his doorstep, wearing shorts and an old T-shirt, summer slippers on his feet.

 The three musicians exchanged guilty glances, none of them daring to speak first as Deaky was walking closer.

 Roger searched his pocket and eventually found his lighter, turning it on. He placed it on top of Deaky’s cake, or what was left of it and began to sing.

 “Happy Birthday John, Happy birthday John….”, he began, looking at the others for them to join.

 The singer and the guitarist carried on singing with him, their voices harmoniously echoing in the pathway.

 At the end of the song, John gently bent and blew the flame, and the three others cheered him, applauding.

 There was a moment of silence and John sat with them, the whole band now seated around the open box, where the cake was still in pitiful condition.

 “Shall we eat this cake or are we just going to stare at it during the whole day?”, Deaky asked, breaking the silence.

 “Yes, Deaks’ right, let’s get inside and eat it.”, Roger nodded.

 “Why get inside and risk another tragedy?”, John said, taking four forks out of his pocket.

 The three guests looked at him, stunned.

 “I’ve been watching you for the past five minutes. I want a piece of cake too….”, John carried on, giving them the forks.

 They all exchanged glances again, a bit embarrassed. John took a full fork and put it in his mouth, licking his lips.

 “Okei, but this cake is delicious. I need to know where you guys got it….”, he said, trying to appease the atmosphere, since he had the feeling his friends were strongly uncomfortable about the incident.

 “Oh, we got it on Fleet Street, the white bakery….”, Freddie said. “I made sure you’d get the best of the best….”, he carried on, taking a piece of the cake as well.

 The four men carried on randomly talking as they were eating the cake. Soon, there were laughs and giggles. The musicians tied the balloons on their friend and eventually he also got to open his presents, still seated in the pathway.

 At the end of the day, John noticed his cheeks were sore, because he had been laughing and smiling a lot during the whole afternoon.

 Yes, some would have thought his birthday party was ruined, but as far as he was concerned, he considered it was one of the best birthdays he had ever had.

 He was surrounded by his friends, there was nothing fancy, nothing superficial, nothing luxuriant. And it was just perfect. And if sitting with his bandmates on this pathway during a whole afternoon and ending it with stiff legs was the price to pay, John thought it was cheap given how blissful this moment had been. 

#warriorteam1924 writes #houston we got a problem.... #queen #queen band #john deacon #freddie mercury #brian may #roger taylor #queen imagine #queen fiction #queen fanfiction #queen fanfic #Deaks71thparty #sorry the gif is lame i know #let's celebrate despite it all shall we

[aeoki]

Seven Bridges - Love and Peace?: Chapter 2

Location: Yumenosaki Student Council Room Characters: Ritsu, Mao & Hitsugi

TL Note:

Tanzaku are colourful strips of paper people use to write their wishes on. They’re then hung on a bamboo tree in celebration for Tanabata.

Mao: To be blunt, there was an issue found in the “Tanabata” proposal you submitted yesterday, Anzu.

And it’s a pretty fatal one at that. 

Hitsugi: Ricchan-san! Ricchan-san! What’ve you been doing for a while now!?

Ritsu: I’m making tea for Maa-kun and Anzu. Because I want them to see how considerate I am.

Hitsugi: I’ll help, I’ll help! I’m ranked the lowest here! Whaa~!

Ritsu: Hey, you’re actually going to get the way so can you not…?

Mao: *Ignores the two* …As you know, “Tanabata” is one of the highest-ranking events at Yumenosaki – in other words, it’s an “S1”.

“SS” was ranked the highest in the past but ever since it fell under ES’ control, “S1” is only rising higher and higher.

It’s something huge that Yumenosaki cannot remove by any means.

But thankfully, we have an outstanding “producer” with us.

I’m talking about you, Anzu.

From the start, “Tanabata” was a high-quality event that you created last year with the help of everyone.

It was a huge success last year and the public held the event in high regard as well.

Frankly, it was so flawless we could easily reuse the same proposal this year too.

The idol industry has changed ever since ES was established, but the audience itself or their numbers hasn't changed in Yumenosaki, for better or worse.

Our amazing upperclassmen have already graduated – even hearing the phrase “hasn’t changed” can be a compliment. It’s a good thing that we’re able to maintain the status quo.

I realised that, felt relieved and let my guard down.

That’s how I ended up approving the “Tanabata” proposal you submitted without carefully checking it, Anzu. I figured if it was you, we shouldn’t have any problems.

I believe in your skills and you have last year’s achievements to prove it. I simply overestimated the fact that things would also be fine this year.

That’s why it’s my responsibility. Sorry.

It looks like everyone’s been pretty busy after ES was established and it’s probably a bit weird for me to say this, but Yumenosaki Academy has started becoming more active after our revolution.

Everyone is motivated and is submitting more proposals than ever.

The number of students grew and the number of units has also increased with them – proposals for “S3” have also been flooding in.

I probably don’t need to explain this to you, but “S3” was what we called “B1” in the past. It was a dreamfest created and run independently by the students.

Up until the final stage of last year, it wasn’t officially recognised by the Student Council and needed to be supervised, though.

Now that it’s officially recognised as a dreamfest called “S3”, they can receive a budget from the Student Council.

We’ve been getting a lot of proposals from eager students who’ve started realising that they won’t need to pay out of their own pockets and can stand boldly on stage without anyone scolding them.

That act in itself should be, well, very welcome. No, that should be what we were aiming for this entire time.

We were aiming for an active Yumenosaki – one where everyone is eager and full of motivation.

Yumenosaki was a place where people were living like they were dead and we wanted to change that. We “Trickstar” rose up and started a revolution.

So I guess we reap what we sow. We don't have the right to criticise the way things currently are.

But dealing with this mountain of proposals is basically physically impossible. That’s why I thought I should cut corners where I could.

I didn’t mean to be lazy though. I figured your proposal shouldn’t have any issues in the first place and gave the stamp of approval right away.

I thought I had to keep my hands moving and move on to the next proposal otherwise I’d never get through them all.

But I started sorting out the budget and went to read over the “Tanabata” proposal that was already taking place. Then I realised something huge.

Anzu. Answer me honestly. Did you really come up with the “Tanabata” proposal this time?

If you really did, then I’m a little disappointed. No, disappointed isn’t the right word – I’m confused, I guess.

The “Tanabata” proposal last year was definitely in your style and it was the best.

Thinking back, that was your first proper producer work, huh.

The previous student council president, Tenshouin-senpai, made you do unreasonable things and you were able to meet his expectations because you really did your best.

It was a splendid proposal where anyone could stand on stage if they wanted to, where no idols were left behind.

You even came up with the feature where the audience could get their wish granted if they wrote it on the tanzaku paper[∗]. That was fitting for Tanabata and the fans loved it. It was perfect.

It was an event you put a lot of thought and work into, right?

But I had the impression that you weren’t motivated at all after reading your “Tanabata” proposal this year. 

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[throwyourselfintotheunknown]

kesha — first encounter

find more information about kesha here! this is my first writing post ever for this blog. it’s not too dark yet, but I hope the tone is creepy enough to pique your interest. also if you see any errors . . . no you didn’t.  thank you for reading, don’t forget to like / reblog if you enjoyed it :) 

art credit: tsubaki-chou lonely planet (manga)

summary: you remember first meeting him in math class word cont: ~ 900 words tw: implied stalking (?)

You remember first meeting him in math classIt was a required courses for your gen eds, and as expected it was packed. Most seats had already been taken. Yes, you were a bit late, but your morning class was on the other side of the campus and you couldn’t afford to buy yet another bicycle ( the past two bikes you owned had its wheels stolen within a week of purchasing it ). So your only option was to speed walk while trying to look composed in front of the world’s most influential children.

As you finally made it to class however your face was flushed a rosy color and you began to look for a place to sit. There were a few options you were sizing up in your head, and just as you were about to approach a friendly looking girl, a voice called out to you. 

“Are you looking for a seat?”

His voice was smooth, rich, and had you questioning why he was speaking to you in the first place. He looked curious but not overly excited. Leaning forward to press his hand against his cheek and he motioned with his head to the seat next to him.

“Sit.”

You didn’t enjoy being told what to do, but as the professor began to write on the white board you did as you were told. 

Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing though. 

You’re a smart student, you read the syllabus even before class started ( mentally preparing for the high school calculus you would need to relearn ), and you knew that a group project was going to be assigned within the first month of class — something about a math paper?

Regardless of the exact details, you didn’t want to be that one student who asked the professor to assign you to a group. If you could make friends with the stranger next to you then maybe you would be spared that specific embarrassment. 

“I’m Y/N by the way.”

His gaze hadn’t left your face since you sat down, his black eyes were half closed and seemed to be scrutinizing you. The man didn’t respond and continued to stare at you as though you were something to be inspected. Unnerved, you adjusted your body to face the professor and pressed your lips together in displeasure. What the hell was his problem? 

-

“There will be a math lab every Thursday and Friday in the library from 1:00 - 2:30. I won’t be there, but a few graduate students will be to answer any questions you may have.” The professor seemed exasperated. Repeating yourself five times a day had to be exhausting. “All of this information is on your syllabus in case you forget. Now, if you don’t have anymore questions you’re free to go. I’ll be hanging back for a few minutes in case anyone wanted to speak with me.”

With that the sound of laptops shutting and backpacks being zipped up signaled the end of your first day. Without much pretense you put the notebook you had taken out into your own satchel and stood up to leave.

“Kesha.” You turned around to look at him, annoyed. He was towering over you now, and his face turned unkind. Slowly he walked passed you, his shoulder bumping into yours. “Please remember it this time.”

This time, what the hell did that mean? You shook that thought from your mind, maybe he said it while you were trying to ignore him. You had a tendency to forget what was displeasing.

Kesha left as the next wave of students entered, and if it weren’t for the way he looked so out of place with his perfect posture you probably wouldn’t have noticed his lack of a book bag.

You didn’t seem to think anything of it though. After all, everyone knew the first day of a new semester was just spent going over syllabus.

— 

God, you were frustrating.

A man walks along a dirt path and he listens to the sound of leaves being crushed beneath his weight. The noise is cacophonous and bothers him, but then again there is very little that doesn’t.

He thinks back to your face in class and the way your nose twitched as you tried to focus your attention on the dull drone of the professor. A small smile forms on his lips as he basks in the memory of your pretty voice. There was something to the way you talked that gave him goosebumps.

He wonders how he could make you converse with him again. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ignore you, but how could he not be stunned into silence when you treated him like a stranger? He sighs and scratches his head.

“I miss you.”

The man opens the door to a small church, and allows for a sliver of light to penetrate the darkness. As it closes, the sound feels final and soon the dreamy look on the man’s face is replaced with something harder — more serious.

“Kehsa, so glad you could make it,” a stern but feminine mocks, “Since everyone is here now, shall we begin?”

There is no enthusiasm as Kesha joins hands with his fellow club members, and internally he begins to count down the minutes before he can see you again.

‘Only an hour to go.’

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⌨ + Prince of Wrath

“I think I’m going to head up to the guest room. I could use a nap.” Charles stretched his arms over his head and yawned. 

“Alright, babe. Want me to wake you up at a certain time?” I asked. His smile faltered a little and it hit me that he wanted me to offer to join him. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep, not now. I needed to get Blaise home. I needed to find Tate. 

“Sure- in a couple of hours.” He nodded, turning and heading up the stairs. I felt bad, I really did, but I made a mental note to make it up to him later. Tomorrow we would sneak back into the house when no one was here. I waited until He had gone up to his room before heading into my dad’s office. He and Blaise were still sharing the office space, so it was a little more cluttered than normal but I found parchment and a pen, writing out a note. 

I folded it up, wrote Blaise’s name and went to the fire. The fire was blazing but there was no heat coming from the flames. Magic was amazing. I grabbed a pinch of floo powder and threw it in the fire. 

“To Blaise Zabini.” I ordered and chucked the paper into the blue flames. It vanished and I went to the living room to wait for him to show up. 

Of course if I had known how long it would take him to get back- I would have gone up and taken a nap with Charles. 

Instead I sat in the living room waiting for him for twenty minutes before I got up and went to my room to grab my book, then back to the living room to wait for him to show up.

reading, while waiting anxiously, is a practice in futility. I would read a word- look at the clock, then back at the book, read a word, look at the clock, back at the book over and over often reading the same word two or three times. 

Dad came home, he of course had Jacqueline with him and we talked or a bit, but they had plans that evening to go out with Elena's parents. 

I headed up to wake up Charles who went to take quick shower. 

Finally- nearly four hours after I sent the damn fire message, the door opened and Blaise came walking in. 

I opened  my mouth to snap at him about ignoring me but he kept going- and after him, trailed four more people. 

“Hey Mum.“ Blaise looked past me into the kitchen. ”I bought some house guests. I figure if Reid can have hers, I can have mine.“

”Fawley!“ Alistair Mulciber cheered, pushing Blaise out of the way, ”I'm highly insulted that you didn't invite me yourself. I thought we had a connection.“

”You thought wrong.“ I answered. His grin just widened. 

“Oh I missed you.” He kissed my cheek and sauntered off to the kitchen. While he was doing that, the others came all the way in, Blaise directed them to put the bags in the living room so they could work out all the bedrooms. 

“Cordelia.” Jacqueline called, crossing the room to hug Coco Selwyn-Nott. Theodore had to move out of the way to keep from being choked into the hug. 

“Jacqueline.” Coco grinned, returning the hug. 

“Well you know you all are welcome to stay here as long as you'd like- well, until we leave. I don't trust any of you here alone.” Jacqueline shook her head. “Blaise, sort out the rooms, I'm sure Reid can extend the house if need be. We are going to be late. I love you all- Oh Daphne, Sweetheart.” My head whipped around and sure enough, Daphne stood behind Blaise.

I shoved him out of the way and hurried to hug her. 

“Reid“ She grinned and hugged me tight. When I first got back to Europe we said we'd make plans, we kept kind of missing each other. She worked a lot- I worked a lot. She was dealing with relationship issues, I was dealing with my dad's health problems. 

”We will finally get that lunch we were talking about." I laughed. 

“Finally.”

”Babe?“ I turned, oh yeah, Charles.  

“Hey, Blaise brought some friends.” I quickly crossed the room to him. 

”So I see.“ His eyes trailed over everyone in the room. ”Is there room for everyone?" I saw the spark of hope in his eyes, thinking we'd get to share a room. 

“Reid can make more.” Blaise interjected, he'd obviously seen it too. I rolled my eyes, leaning in close to Charles's ear. 

“We'll get you a room at least closer to mine.” I promised. He didn't seem thrilled but he nodded. Blaise narrowed his eyes at us but went to grab Daphne's bags. 

“Alright, let's get everyone settled,”

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