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starrybbarnes · 5 years

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the 5 times you serenaded Bucky, and the one time he serenaded you. [b.b.]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: there are 5 times you sang to bucky, and 1 where he signs to you :) aka an insight on my music taste.

Word Count: 3684 (a whole ass story, y’all.)

Author’s note: this has taken me about 2-3 weeks to write. the writer’s block is strong. also, school has started for me, so maybe this’ll motivate me to start doing drabbles/shorter writings. as always, feedback is appreciated!

Warnings: some swearing, drug use (?), lowkey fluff that makes you cry, the fact that its a long ass fic?? need I say more.

The First Time

It was a total accident. No, seriously. Bucky swears on it.

No, Bucky didn’t walk in on you half-naked or sneaking out the window. He accidentally heard you sing.

You shouldn’t be surprised though, as you always had a musical inclination. Whether it be singing, humming, strumming your guitar, or creating a beat with your pencil, music had always occupied your time. Today, it just happened to be laundry day, and you were singing along to the Chain while folding your clothes.

It was a warm summer afternoon, and you had left the door to your room, so in Bucky’s defense, you weren’t technically singing in private.

And so there you were, folding some t-shirts, practically screaming the lyrics. Of course, whenever one is singing obnoxiously loud, there’s always someone that is listening.

You and Bucky are on good terms with each other and talked a lot. However, you were harboring a crush, but you simply can’t tell whether or not he feels the same. With his actions, it clearly shows that he cares deeply for you, but his words say otherwise (or lack thereof). It’d be frustrating sometimes, and your song choices would reflect that.

Running in the shadows

Damn your love, damn your lies

Bucky’s ears perked up in the kitchen, hearing the harmonies bouncing across the walls. He thought his mind was playing tricks because it was like the world stopped making noise to make room for the voice.

He placed his drink down, and slowly started walking towards the music. As he walked closer, he heard the harmonies much more clearly. Whoever was singing honestly knew what they were doing, and they were really good at it.

His steps slowed down as he realized whose voice it was when he reached the doorway. There he saw you, immersed in your laundry while you were passionately singing. He was blown away by how you sang, while also listening to the nature of the song. Something in him just a mile a minute, and now everything makes sense.

As the song ends, you turn off your speaker and turned to face the door. You gasped and drop some freshly folded shirts to the floor.

“Jesus, Bucky!” you sighed in relief, “let me know when you’re staring at me!”

Bucky couldn’t muster out an apology, he was left dumbfounded. “You… sing... Pretty?”

“Not sure if that’s a compliment, but I’ll take it,” you said while laughing. “I’m not sure how much you heard, but hopefully I wasn’t bothering you.”

“N-No!” Bucky stammered, “I heard almost everything, but it was amazing. Almost made me drop my orange juice.”

Your face softened as you walked closer to Bucky, and reached for his cheek. “Guess I’m your siren now, Buck. Come on, I’ll show you some of my other favorite ‘tunes’ to sing to.”

。。

The Second Time

Bucky had now been accustomed to the singing heard around the compound. Every time he could, he’d compliment you on it, showering accolades on accolades. And every time, your face would flush pink.

One of Bucky’s favorite parts of hearing you sing is actually hearing you sing songs that never in a million years he would consider his favorites. But sometimes, when he was too engrossed in hearing you sing, that he wouldn’t pay attention to the lyrics.

You were in the kitchen, chopping up some cucumber for your dish, the song Keeping Tabs playing in the background. This was one of Bucky’s favorite songs to hear you sing to. It was super mellow and your harmonies complimented it perfectly.

Bucky was seated on the couch, reading a magazine while Steve sat across from him, taking a super-soldier nap. Even Steve would agree that your singing would lull him peacefully to sleep.

As you were cooking, the chorus started playing and you were singing along:

I've been tripping off the tabs in my room

I don't know why, baby, but I'm feeling blue

You didn’t notice Peter walking into the kitchen, a look of confusion washing over him. “Uh, Y/N?” Peter chimed.

“What’s up kid?”

“I don’t mean to sound like a fossil, but why is Mr. Bucky singing to a song about drugs?”

You motioned to Peter to shut the hell up, but it was too late. Bucky’s eyes went wide, and simply said, “what?”

Peter started to dig his own grave, “yeah! This is like, one of Y/n’s favorite songs! I don’t get why though since she doesn’t do ecstasy.”

As if on cue, Steve woke up and just heard “y/n” and “ecstasy” and his eyes shot open.

“You do ecstasy, Y/N?” Steve half yelled, half choked.

You turned to Peter, motioned slicing across his neck, and he seemed to have shut up almost instantly.

Bucky just stood there, trying to comprehend how a mellow song could have such outlandish connotations, and just whispered: “but you sing so innocently, how can that be possible.”

You started chuckling, “Buck, it literally says it in the name.”

“I thought it meant the other keeping tabs! Like checking up on someone!” Bucky argued.

“He’s literally saying he takes an ounce of shrooms, Bucky!”

You just heavily sighed as you placed your hands on your head, and started laughing almost bordering crying. Bless Bucky’s pure soul.

Bucky speaks up. “Well, can I keep a tab on you while taking you out tomorrow? My treat.”

“Smooth, Barnes,” you chirped, “But you’re still an idiot. But I love you for it. A date sounds wonderful.”

Peter and Steve looked back at each other and back to each other.

“Suddenly I think maybe these two are on drugs.” Steve comments.

“Uh, I think the word you’re looking for is love, Mr. Rogers sir,” Peter piped up, earning an eye roll.

。。

The Third Time

“Y/N?? Y/N??” Bucky kept repeating your name all over the compound. He knew you were out and about with the girls, but he swears he heard your laughter somewhere.

There had been an uptick of chaos and work, causing your peaceful moments of music to cease altogether. Bucky doesn’t like to admit it, but he truly does miss it. The silence has been driving him nuts.

And he knows that you’ve been extra stressed as well. He just wanted to have a nice day in and spend quality time with you. He even brought in a pot of jasmines to help destress your room. But for the life of him, he just couldn’t find you.

Just then, Bucky runs into Sam, who happens to be rubbing his temples. It looked like he was nursing a horrible headache.

“Sam! Whoa, you ain’t looking too good,” Bucky started, you all right?”

“Man, my ears are ringing,” Sam complained, “I don’t even know where it’s coming from! And what’s with the pot of flowers? Are they for your girlfriend.”

Bucky’s face flushed pink. Of course, no one knows you and Bucky are dating, but Sam knows better.

“What makes you say that?” Bucky said a little too cooly.

“You think I haven’t seen you running around the place, Tin Man,” Sam replied, “I haven’t seen you this frantic since the time you were accusing everyone of eating your leftovers.”

“The pizza was handmade, Sam!”

“Whatever. Did you check everywhere?” Sam inquired.

Bucky sighed, “I’ve looked everywhere I think she’d be, but no luck. I know she’s stressed but I haven’t seen her at the places she enjoys to destress!”

Bucky’s voice raised a little too loud for Sam’s liking, causing him to wince in pain.

Sam huffed, “look, I don’t think you’ve checked everywhere. Because I think Metallica has taken over the newly built studio, and god does my head hurt.”

Something clicked in Bucky’s head that made him run in the opposite direction, towards the music studio that Stark had built. Bucky hollered a goodbye, leaving Sam to raise an eyebrow.

“Be safe, man! And careful with your Jasmines!” Sam yelled, walking towards the kitchen, mumbling about the youth and their music.

Bucky reached the studio but didn’t hear a sound. Did Sam play a prank on him? Was it just a plot to reveal that you and Bucky are dating?

As he places the pot of flowers next to the door, suddenly, a red ‘on-air’ light flashes on, and as Bucky leans his ear against the door, he hears you go A one two three, GO!

Soundly the loud riff of a guitar opens up the song, and Bucky hears you literally scream out the opening lines:

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide

Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride

Till I get to the bottom and I see you again

He was taken aback by a cacophony of noise when the drums started booming he almost fell back as to how loud the music was even through a closed door. As he opened the door, he really didn’t know what to expect, but all that changed when he saw a familiar someone.

There you were, hair up in a high ponytail, wearing a teal crop top and black shorts, sweating and screaming your absolute lungs out while playing the lead guitar. On your right was Shuri, who was going ham on the bass guitar, and on your left was MJ strumming along to the electric guitar, and a very energetic Ned is playing the drums at the back.

Bucky had never seen such chaos, and to top it all off, he spotted Peter running around with an ashtray that is on fire and it’s over his head.

Turns out, you were playing Helter Skelter. Bucky had never seen you this passionate over a song, let alone seen you perform. He was in awe, kind of scared, and kind of turned on.

As the song came to an end, you asked “how’s that?” which caused Ned to fling his drumsticks across the studio and shout, “I’ve got blisters on my fingers!”

You applauded your friends and told them to take a break, to meet back in 20 minutes. The kids left, Ned simply saying “this was fucking awesome.”

The studio is now completely quiet, only you and Bucky staring at each other. You, heaving breathing and coughing, Bucky wide-eyed. It’s become a tradition.

You spoke first, “like what you heard?”

Bucky was rendered speechless. “I mean, it’s music.”

“You don’t sound too sure of it,” you chuckled, walking up to Bucky and giving him a peck on the cheek. “I heard you were looking for me.”

“I wanted to take you on a small date to help you destress, I even brought you some Jasmines,” Bucky said softly, crouching on the floor to retrieve the small pot.

“Bucky... You didn’t have to.”

“But I want to because you keep blowing me away with the talent and amazing voice of yours,” Bucky compliment.

“I think of it more of anguished screaming, but that works too,” you gushed, fiddling with your guitar.

“Can... I join you in your destress screaming? Maybe after I’ll make sure you do a more desired type of screaming, eh?” Bucky suggested as he winked at you.

You smacked him on the arm, “you’re super gross, you know that? But, an offer is an offer.”

Bucky started to move in and kiss you, but at the last second, you started playing your guitar and screaming Helter Skelter again. Earning a ‘menacing glare’ from Bucky and uncontrollable laughter from you.

。。

The Fourth Time

By now, Bucky shouldn’t be surprised at the music library you have collected over the past year you’ve been dating. He has heard every song you’ve heard more than once, and can now be considered a reliable karaoke partner.

It’s Friday night, and you are ‘looking out’ for the ‘kids'. Shuri is hosting a huge house party in Wakanda, and since no one is going to be home, T’Challa had it bestowed upon you and the Avengers (with the exception of Banner and Stark) were to make sure the party was ‘safe’ and ‘sane.’ Whatever that meant.

And so now here you all were, ‘chaperoning’ the party. AKA, you, Nat, Wanda, and Shuri doing a shot-ski in the kitchen.

Vision did the honors of being the house DJ for the night, and it turns out that the microwave does have good taste in music.

The party was going strong, and everyone was having a good time. The party was 90’s theme, everyone was looking fresh out of Teen Vogue.

It was a miracle Bucky decided to ‘dress up’ for the occasion. Or rather, dress down. Bucky had on straight cuffed jeans (that you did), a white Greenday shirt, and a dark green windbreaker. Despite Bucky’s hair being on the slightly long side, he was able to execute the DiCaprio part perfectly (with some help from you).

To compliment Bucky’s outfit, you wore form-fitting denim shorts with a green striped tank. Picture Fran from the Nanny, but obviously 10 times cuter.

The party was in full swing, banger after banger was blasting. You tried your very hardest to drag Bucky to the dancefloor, but he kept his composure. You on the other, were tipsy and ripping it up on the dancefloor. Some say you battled a kid to a shuffle battle, but you can’t confirm nor deny it.

It was 1 in the morning and saw Bucky stifle a yawn. You simply asked, “Wanna call it a night?” and Bucky purposely started falling onto you, feigning a snore.

“C’mon sleepy-head, let’s head out,” you giggled. You approached Shuri and told her that you guys were going to retreat back.

“Aw no!” Shuri cried out, “Don’t be old, guys! Just one more song.”

“I think I’m tuckered out, Shuri,” you replied, “babysitting a fossil really tires you out.”

“I literally didn’t move all night, babe,” Bucky said, rolling his eyes. The two of you said your goodbyes to Shuri and started out the door. Grabbing hold of your hand, you were about to exit, and as you and Bucky were about to open the door, you heard the beat drop:

Hennessy on my lips, take a little sip

Privacy on the door, I'ma make the shit grip

All logic flew out the window as you bolted to the dancefloor, leaving Bucky in the dust. You caught up to Shuri, screaming the lyrics in unison. It was none other than My Type, your go-to dancing song.

Bucky had the most confused look he’s seen in a while, and had every right to. He never saw this side of you, much less the side where you’re twerking upside down in the middle of the dancefloor.

To be fair, it’s a really raunchy song, and after the ‘shrooms’ incident, you’ve tried to keep your song choices decent. Key word tried.

You made your way to where Bucky was standing, still very much screaming the lyrics. When the song got to Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe, you looked at Bucky like he was a full course meal. Bucky couldn’t stop laughing, face flushed absolutely pink from embarrassment.

You kept rapping the lyrics and you’re pretty sure you would’ve taken him then and there. You got up all over him, albeit trying your best to give your bedroom eyes, but failing miserably.

“Babe, I really think it’s time to head out,” Bucky chuckled, trying so hard to suppress any moods he was starting to feel.

“But I wanna dance on you foreverrr,” you cooed while leaning on Bucky for support, “I wanna siIing to youu.”

“We’ll do it later, babe, promise,” Bucky said in a low voice. He saw you pout and when you wouldn’t budge, he held you over his shoulder and made his way out.

Shuri couldn’t stop cackling, and as the door closed behind the party, you simply hollered, “that’s my type, bitch, that’s my type!”

。。

The Fifth Time

There were days you couldn’t sleep. Whether it be from all-nighters, stress, nightmares, or you drink a little too much coffee, sometimes your eyes wouldn’t close. It was customary for you to just stargaze in the living room window until sleep overcame you.

Sometimes Bucky would join you. You knew how bad his nightmares got, and you be there to ease him through it. Sometimes the two of you would deliberately stay up to stargaze.

Tonight might have been one of Bucky’s worst nightmares to date. You were in the kitchen, brewing tea. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky slowly making his way towards you. Eyes filled with sorrow, bags deeper than they’ve been in a while.

You turn to him and rub his back while he breathes heavily on your shoulder. You hand him a mug and stare at him with concern.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or stargaze?” you offered, wrapping your arms around his stomach as you listen to his heartbeat steady.

Bucky shook his head and softly said, “can you actually sing a melody for me?”

It’s been a while since you’ve sung, but nonetheless, you happily agreed. The two of you made your way to the couch and took out the mattress from there. Bucky laid his head on your lap and you draped a blanket between the two of you.

You slowly began to massage Bucky’s head, and almost instantly, he started to doze off. You asked FRIDAY to play a simple beat and you started singing softly:

Last night, boy, I met you, yeah

When I was asleep

You're such a dream to me

It was R.E.M., one of your favorite songs to sing and listen to when you wanted to fall asleep. Sure enough, Bucky started to yawn and his heartbeat was slowing down. His eyes were filled with love and peace, and he couldn’t stop smiling while hearing you sing.

You kept singing along while running your hands through his hair. Moments like these made Bucky eternally grateful for your compassion from him.

You then sang your favorite verse: "I love you—who starts a conversation like that?" Nobody but I do. You startled yourself as to how quiet you said that specific part, for fear of waking Bucky up.

Bucky turned to look at you and said I love you back. Tears had formed in both of your eyes. After two years of dating, the words were uttered and things started to fall into place.

Bucky kissed you tenderly on the lips, passion growing between you too. Foreheads were touching, and you finally finished the song by singing If you can believe, you're such a dream to me.

The two of you fell asleep into each other’s arms. Morning came, and you saw the sun come up, and Bucky holding on to you.

It really did feel like a dream, and you couldn’t be more in love with him.

。。

The One Time Bucky Sang to You

It was a warm September evening, and Bucky decided to take you out on a picnic. He argued the day was too beautiful to go to waste, so he just had to take you out.

And so the two of you went about 10 minutes down the road of the compound, where the lake was beaming brighter than ever. It seemed that someone had come beforehand to decorate the picnic area, as there was a decorated table with a floral centerpiece.

The sun was setting, so Bucky started lighting up a fire. His eyes were filled with indescribable joy.

He then pulled out a guitar that was hiding under the table and started to tune it. “I started taking guitar lessons about 2 months ago, and I wanted to surprise you!”

“Oh Buck,” you gushed, “you’re an absolute sweetheart!”

You snuggled up closer to him, and he started slowly strumming the guitar and singing:

Who knows how long I've loved you

You know I love you still

Will I wait a lonely lifetime

If you want me to, I will

You recognized the song as I Will, the first song you’ve ever taught yourself to sing and play. It was a simple love song, and here was Bucky singing it with so much pride.

You decided to harmonize with him, and seeing his eyes light up made you fill with love. Bucky ended the song and leaned in to kiss you.

“Do you remember the first time I told ya that I love ya?” Bucky spoke up as he leaned his head onto yours.

You intertwined hands. “It was when I sang R.E.M. for the first time, wasn’t it?”

Bucky nodded in agreement, “About 2 years ago, and when I tell you I felt that I really did. It made me realize that you have loved me unconditionally. Even when we first met, you had so much compassion for me, and I really can’t thank you enough. Not to mention that your voice has come down from heaven itself”

Your heart was swelling and you started to tear up, “and I can’t thank you enough either, Buck. You are my eternal sunshine, and you know how much I love to sing to you.”

“Your singing was like the light at the end of the tunnel, as cheesy as it sounds,” Bucky laughed, “everyone says you were my siren, but I shook it off. But, I truly believe it.”

“Which is why, Y/N Y/L/N,” Bucky started, as he pulled out a navy velvet box from his pocket, “would you do me the honor of being my siren until the end of time? Will you marry me?”

You started to cry and yelled an inaudible YES! as you embraced Bucky into a hug. Tears of joy streamed down both of each other’s faces, and you couldn’t stop smiling.

“Do you wanna sing Helter Skelter in the middle of nowhere?” Bucky offered as he picked up the guitar.

“For my love,” you started, “I’d sing any day for you.”

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prompt-and-circumstances · 5 years

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Pop Tart Heart

Characters/Pairings: No Pairings! Reader Insert, Original Characters, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Prompt: Pop Tart Heart for the 2016 Louden Swain FanFic Project by @mrswhozeewhatsis!

Word Count: 2,273

Warning(s): Violence, Death, Teen Angst, Revenge, Gore?

A/N: My very first song-based piece of fan fiction for the very first Louden Swain Challenge. This is a reposting and there is a sequel.

Pop Tart Heart with a Side of Shotgun Shells

“They’re coming for us!”

You turned to stare, horrified, at Toby and the gang. Those things were breaking through. Deep down you knew, you couldn’t finish what you started. “Yeah, they’re coming for us. But guess what? We came for them too. I’m not leaving until this accursed job is done.” You turned to face the double doors, shotgun at the ready. As if on cue, a pack of broken-hearted dudes were knocking at your door. Toby emptied the gas can into the chainsaw and started her up; Chelsea strapped on her belt of aerosol containers she stole from her beauty school classes and held up one in a series of lighters. Maddox, determined to go out as any self-respecting nerd would, braced himself not far from Chelsea with a sword. You hadn’t really paid that much attention when he got it, but you thought he had said it was a replica from Game of Thorns or whatever the hell it was.

Chelsea shrieked, the dudes had created a hole in the door though thankfully it was not large enough for them to enter, yet. Hands reached through the hole, grasping for something. On the other side you could hear them singing some forgotten carol. The doors wouldn’t hold for much longer. Reciting to yourself that you had to finish what you started, your finger twitching above the trigger. A deafening sound came when the doors collapsed under the onslaught of the dudes; all dressed in the same apparel they rushed towards the lot of you.

Having grown up with four brothers in the sticks, you didn’t hesitate with that shotgun. You managed to blow away two heads before you had to start walking backwards with each shot. It was like smashing open a piñata but instead of candy, you won somebody else’s biological hard drive. Thank God your parents were not here to see this, they’d never let you hear the end of it. There was a downside to retreating backwards without looking though, as you quickly discovered when you fell. Shotgun almost flying out of your hands, you scrambled to get upright and in a shooting position again.

In those spare minutes you were open for attack, which a dude exploited. Grabbing your ankle, he twisted hard to get you onto your stomach, preventing you from getting off a shot in defense. His filthy nails dug into your flesh; the flesh of his hand was cold and slimy from perspiration, at least you hoped it was perspiration. You felt a solid thud against your back but it wasn’t followed by pain; turning to see what happened, the dude lay at your ankles. Blinking hard you noticed what was missing, his head. Standing above you and pulling you to your feet was Maddox. He nodded quickly, acknowledging your silent gratitude and then charged off after Chelsea with his sword. Note to self, never bully nerds again.

Toby looked like another person altogether, covered head to toe in guts and blood. His trusty chainsaw eating away at anything that tried to come near its master. Chelsea was actually surprisingly accurate with her homespun flamethrowers; she stood back-to-back with Maddox and they were cutting down the dudes like a well-oiled machine. They didn’t have to come with you on this mission, you planned on coming alone but they wouldn’t have any of that. Friends stand by each other, that’s what they said. How could you ask for more?

After an hour of grueling battle, the dudes lay on the floor in pieces if they were lucky, or mush if they weren’t lucky. Silently offering praise to whatever deity would listen, you took in the sight of your faithful companions. So far the only injury sustained was your ankle and you honestly have had worse. Chelsea stifled a sob as she looked at the singed dude laying inches from her feet. “Tha-that thing was Tommy!”

Tommy. Thomas Bandenberry. Leader of the Scholastic team and an up-and-coming track star. You all just assumed he’d get a track scholarship for college someday, but that day will never come now. You hadn’t thought of it until now but every last one of these dudes had a name, and you knew them all. You were all students at the same high school. Hell, you knew some of these dudes since grade school. That’s why they all had the same apparel, school uniforms. Twenty-five of your peers lay slaughtered before you and you wondered if feeling relieved made you a bad person.

Toby threw his arm around your shoulders, “Hey, let’s finish what you started once and for all.” Maddox gripped his sword tightly and voiced his agreement while Chelsea, still choking back tears, vigorously nodded her agreement. Resting your shotgun on your shoulder you stared at your friends, all of you in silent agreement. This ended now.

The four of you walked in silence back to the school, where this all began. You were bringing up the rear, lost in your thoughts. Last year, all twenty-five of those dudes died in a freak accident. It devastated the entire county; then two weeks ago they came back but they seemed to be missing something. You couldn’t quite place it, but for two weeks they got weirder and weirder. They were all athletic, all-American boys with healthy appetites but the more days that passed, the hungrier they became.

Tommy had been sitting in the bleachers just two days ago talking with you like you always had before the accident. You forgot that he was dead, or re-alive, or whatever the term was. All you remembered two days ago was that you had your best friend back. It was natural talking to him about everything. You had been doing that since you learned how to talk. You confided in him forty-eight hours ago; you told him of your nightmare.

I had a dream, that I ate your heart Tommy. It was toasted like a strawberry pop tart; all hot, and soft, and sweet. It took its place inside my belly and then my insides turned to jelly and your pop tart heart slowly began to beat.

He never said anything, just nodded as if he understood. And then the change came. Twenty-five hungry athletes turned on whoever was near them, and the dudes began to devour human flesh. You became convinced that it was your fault, that you had somehow flicked on an internal switch inside them. If you hadn’t told Tommy your dream, then he and his friends wouldn’t have become zombies, right? This was your fault, you started it and now you had to finish it.

You were jerked from your thoughts when you bumped into Chelsea. “Why’d you stop walking? We’re not to the school yet.” Chelsea didn’t answer, just stood there panic-stricken and shaking uncontrollably.

Following her gaze, you saw a mass of people previously dead now lumbering towards you. “What the hell?” Stepping in front of Chelsea, you’d be damned if you were going to let any of them get Tommy’s little sister, you raised your shotgun but didn’t pull the trigger. Walking in front of the mass with a ten-foot lead at least, was Colin Rottergut. Colin’s parents were from the Caribbean and he was a first-generation American. You didn’t recall him having that many friends, he was always talking about the weird creepy things they did on the islands. Voodoo and crap like that.

He sniggered at you, “Payback’s a bitch.”

“Payback? What are you paying us back for?” you demanded.

“Oh I’m not paying them back; they didn’t do anything. But you, you my little butterfly slighted me.”

To your left you could hear Toby growl in disgust. Colin must be referring to prom. He had asked you but you had to turn him down, Toby had already asked you a month in advance. Besides, it’d be weird not to go to prom with your boyfriend and with some other boy instead. “So, you’re paying me back by turning the cemetery into zombies? Don’t you think that’s a little overkill?”

“Hey baby, if there’s an itch you gotta scratch it. If there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Ah, now you remembered Colin! He was that guy that when he thought he was on a roll with something, kept going until he had beaten a dead horse. And tonight was apparently no different.

“You don’t debate, you gotta nab it. It don’t come for free, there’s a fee and you gotta pay it now!”

The mass of undead bodies ran toward you and your friends, but they didn’t get very far. Just three feet from you they all dropped. Colin furiously shrieked, ‘What did you do to my lovelies?”

Toby looked helplessly at you, Maddox just shrugged his shoulders. Chelsea wrapped her arms around you and hugged you so tight you thought your head would pop off from the pressure. You just look dumbfounded past Colin. Two men, two very tall men, walked up behind Colin. The shorter one had a strange gait, bow-legged but determined. Somehow he managed to keep up with the long strides of the taller one.

Catching up to Colin, the short one placed a bloody hand on his shoulder. “So you’re the little punk who caused this mess.” Colin started at the touch and Toby later mentioned he thought Colin was going to piss himself. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done Junior Mint?”

The tall one turned to look at the shorter one, “Dean!”

“What?”

“Dude, that was totally racist.”

“So? The kid just raised an entire frickin’ town!”

“Yeah, key word there Dean. Kid.”

Maddox literally raised his hand as if he were in class before clearing his throat and timidly piping up, “Um, excuse me, but who the hell are you guys? And what the hell just happened?”

The tall one stepped forward to address the four of you while the short one, Dean, kept a firm grip on Colin. You noticed Dean’s other hand was holding a gun held dangerously close to Colin’s ribcage.

“Hi, uh, my name’s Sam Winchester and this is my older brother Dean. We came to help with your zombie apocalypse here. You see, your sheriff is friends with someone we know, who also happens to be a sheriff. Our friend, Sheriff Mills told us about the goings-on in your town and sent us to help. I guess you could say we specialize in this kind of thing.”

Maddox had taken up the spokesman job for you guys, “Specialists? In zombies?”

Dean pushed Colin forward, “We’re hunters. We kill all the things that go bump in the night. Your little buddy here raised them with a voodoo spell. We mess up the spell, everybody drops permanently. Kapisch?”

You weighed in without thinking about it, “I thought it was my fault. I had a nightmare about eating hearts and told one of them about it. Shortly after that they started eating people.”

Sam patted your shoulder, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, you were quite brave to stand up to them. You guys are armed to the teeth.”

Dean grunted at his brother, “What do I do with this one?”

Toby had an idea. “Why don’t we cuff him to Tommy and leave him there until morning? These two can make an anonymous phone call to the police and tip them off to Colin’s whereabouts, and let the cops sort it all out.”

Sam and Dean seemed to like that idea. You all marched back to the barn and it was kind of amusing to watch two “specialists” go green when they saw the place. “What the hell happened here?” they asked simultaneously.

Chelsea explained the whole thing to them. Dean looked like a proud Dad but Sam seemed sad to hear about your exploits, and you couldn’t have that. “Hey, don’t look so glum. They were coming for us and I thought I started this mess so I had to finish it. I grew up hunting deer and skinning them, I handled it. Besides, it was either kill them or be killed.”

“I know, but you’re just kids. You should be doing kid stuff, not blowing heads off of zombies.”

“We’re not kids, we’re seniors. Next year, we’ll be going to college. Now we know monsters are real so at least now we’ve had a taste of it and we won’t be caught off guard next time.”

“Next time? No way, promise me and Dean you guys won’t go looking for this stuff.”

Toby put his arm around your shoulders again and pulled you close, “she promises and so do the rest of us. We’re prepared now if they come for us, but we sure as hell aren’t going looking for it intentionally. Do you have any idea how hard this was? Tommy was Chelsea’s older brother. Can you imagine watching your brother die twice?”

Sam and Dean subtly exchanged knowing glances, you were fairly certain they did know. Maybe you could ask them about it next time you saw them, if you ever saw them again. They spent the rest of that night teaching you, Chelsea, Maddox, and Toby about hunters and hunting and made sure you were all alright. An hour before dawn they walked each one of you home, swearing each of you into secrecy.

That night, you dreamed about eating hearts that tasted like pop tarts. It wasn’t as scary this time now that you knew, no zombies were going to come from those dreams.

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Goner (2)//Josh Dun Fanfiction

Part 1

“Let me guess, it’s why me? Why me? Like, as you would say a little bitch?”

“Hey bitch boy!” Josh heard someone yell from somewhere behind him, great. Only 2 days into being at a new school this happens. All because he didn’t want to pick a fight the other day. “Hey! I’m talking to you.” Football quarterback Witland Cos stormed up, grabbing Josh by the shoulder. “Buddy, I only want to hang out. Is that so bad?” He laughed, wrapping his arm over Josh’s shoulders. “You see, we know you’re the new kid. So we took it upon ourselves to teach you the hierarchy of this place.” Josh resisted rolling his eyes at the words spewing from the jock’s mouth.

“Athletes are on top. We can make or break the school—so everyone stays on our good side, or they learn the hierarchy the hard way.” Another jock added.

“Then it’s the beautiful cheerleaders. They’re our second in command. If it weren’t for them, we wouldn’t be able to push on day, after day.” Witland continued, leading Josh over to the picnic tables on the far side of the schoolyard. “After them comes everyone else. They know the rules, if you get picked to fight. You man up and fight.” Josh chose to stare at the ground, forcing his eyes to stay there, rather than roll at the utter stupidity rolling off this jock’s tongue. “Now where does that leave you? Hm.” The football player pretended to think, looking at his buddies with a smile. “That means he’s at the bottom, isn’t that right guys?” The rest of the football team laughed in response, leaving Josh sitting there eyebrow arched.

“Okay, I’m at the bottom—I get it. Can I go now?” He mumbled, frustrated in the fact that he was being kept here to be ridiculed.

“Is that attitude we’re hearing?” Witland stood in front of the smaller boy, hands in fists at his sides. “Because if that’s the case, I’ll knock your fucking teeth in.” He growled, only to be cut off by the English teacher walking out.

“Boys, what are you all doing out here?” She snapped, walking over to the picnic table where Josh sat, surrounded by walking-talking steroid syringes. “All of you back to class—and I expect to see you all in detention. Except you Mr. Dun get a warning, don’t let me see you cutting class again young man.” She pointed a finger at him, though he knew she wasn’t angry. She commented on how soft-spoken and polite he was after being in her class for a couple of days; she seemed to like getting someone who was at least half interested in the material.

“You’re lucky, Dun.” Witland snapped, shoving him forward as they walked back into the school.

I must say Witland, you’re amazing at welcomes. Your hierarchy, is it still going strong? Or has it dissipated since you got kicked from the football team. Hmm?

“Dun!” Josh cringed as he heard his surname being yelled from across the hallway. “This is all your fucking fault!” The man backed him into the locker—none other than Cos himself. “I’m off the fucking football team, because Mrs. B thinks I was intentionally trying to cause harm the other fucking day. I’m about to fucking cause harm.” Josh felt his heartbeat escalate within his chest—pounding so hard and fast that he was surprised it didn’t bust out and spray everyone in the hallway.

Now Cos, you and I both know that you got kicked because of your less than impressive track record at school. I was only there for 2 days and heard that you skipped almost all your classes—and were borderline failing too. But you needed a scapegoat, and who else than the new kid who had the glory of showing up a few days before karma hit you.

“I didn’t ask to go outside with you, or sit there. So I don’t see how it’s my fault.” Josh started, only to be stopped when a force hit his jaw. Such a force that it sent him to the ground—leaving him coughing as he felt his mouth fill with a warm liquid. Blood. Wonderful.

“Get up bitchboy!” He snarled, grabbing Josh by the arm and pulling him off the floor. “Fucking look at me you coward. I want to see your fear before I beat the shit out of you.” Witland scoffed, dropping the boy to the floor when a spray of spit and blood hit his face. Josh wasn’t about to go down without some sort of fight. “That’s it.” Witland growled, dropping to the floor, sending punches to the smaller male—who was currently using his arms to try and deflect them.

“Hey, hey!” A teacher yelled, walking through the mass pile of kids to intervene the fight. “Cos, my office, now! Someone take Mr. Dun to the nurse please.”

You froze in place, that’s the first time you met the mysterious boy. Or at least officially met him.

“I will sir.” You piped up, considering everyone else just gawked at the site. “Do you need help getting up?” You asked, crouching to the guys level, as he was laying on the floor—blood smeared all over his face. He slowly began pushing himself up into a sitting position, coughing violently as he did so. You silently picked up his stuff, putting it all away in his bag, before slinging it over your shoulder and helping the boy up. “Are you feeling okay?” You whispered, walking along with the boy, keeping a hand on his back. Praying to whoever would listen that he wouldn’t faint—considering he was a fair amount taller than you.

“I’m fine.” He groaned, falling back into a chair when you reached the nurses office. The nurse walked out, taking one look at Josh before ushering him back. “Are you coming? Free pass out of math.” He laughed quietly, nodding toward where the nurse was.

“If you’re okay with it, I guess I could stick around to make sure you’re alright.” You grinned softly. Picking up his backpack before following him back.

You sat in the corner of the room, watching as the nurse cleaned off Josh’s face—looking at his nose, and mouth—the two areas where the most blood was coming from.

“It’s not as bad as it looks Josh—face and head bleeds look a lot worse than they actually are.” You mumbled, hoping to provide some comfort for the boy. “Don’t ask how I know—that’s a long story.” He laughed at your last comment, looking over at you when the nurse walked to the cupboard to grab something.

“You seem pretty smart, so I’m guessing you studied up?” He tried smiling at you, only lifting a part of his mouth before cringing in pain. “Did I break something?” He asked the nurse, who nodded with a sigh.

“Your nose seems a bit broken, take these.” She handed the boy 2 pills. “And sit tight for now. They’re Tylenol, which will hopefully ease up the pain you have now, and after I put things back in place.” She explained, fingers lightly touching his nose.

“You can do that?” Josh asked, after taking the pills—watching as the nurse happily explained her second official title of paramedic. “Are you ready to comfort me when I cry like a baby, miss…whatsername?” He laughed, shifting his weight so he was leaning on his one side looking over at you.

“It’s Y/N, and if you want me to try and comfort you I’m more than happy to help?” You laughed.

As it turned out, he groaned—bit his lip so hard it started bleeding again and you, like you promised were there to comfort him through the pain.

That wasn’t the end of it, was it Cos? You felt pain shoot through your insides at the ironic smile the boy on your screen held. It looked like he was about to cry—but his smirk said he was enjoying every second of this. You continued to hunt me down day after day just so I knew how worthless I was in your stupid hierarchy.

“Joshy, how are you this wonderful day?” Witland walked up, hands in his pockets as he gave the cockiest smirk to the shorter boy. Who rolled his eyes in response. “Because, everyone’s talking man, you’re having a hard time climbing up that social ladder. Seems like every time you get a step up, you get knocked back down.” Josh let out an aggravated sigh, but never quit walking on his journey home.

“I’m actually happy with where I am, thanks though.” Josh muttered, no emotion held in his voice. If he learned one thing over his 17 years of life—it was that you don’t add fuel to a fire you can’t contain.

“Well that’s too bad, because I’m going to help you out. I’ll take you under my wing, and you might just climb to the top there bud.” Witland smiled, giving Josh a nudge with his elbow.

“I politely decline.” Josh smiled back at the man, making his way up to the familiar driveway. His families new driveway to their new house. Wonderful.

“You’ll regret that, bitchboy.” Witland called, making his way down the street, leaving Josh a feeling of dread in his stomach.

So that’s it. That is how you, Mr. Cos assisted in my decline to destruction. Not that I’m blaming you for what I did—no. This isn’t a guilt trip to try and bring everyone down with me. You know the saying, every story has 2 sides. Well here’s mine, sounds a bit different from what was passed around school, huh?

You felt nauseas. You remember going to school and everyone whispering about how rude Josh was to Witland. The story was he asked for it. Told the football team to get fucked and bring on all they could.

For a second back then, you believed Josh to be rebellious enough to try.

Maybe that’s why you felt so sick hearing the truth.

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