#(disclaimer that it's okay and normal to get a milkshake)

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[DEATH to all male baristas voice]

DEATH to all milkshakes

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hey! idk if you've seen that cut video about how couples sleep together but i just cant stop thinking about the team doing it. It would be SO cute with your amazing writing :))

Thank you! I absolutely adore this video and I’ve watched it probably twenty times--each couple is just so cute! Quick disclaimer: while this may seem a little odd, since the Lions are basically celebrities, I think the channel wanted to do it to show the diversity of the team and emphasize love above everything else. Hope you enjoy!

“Hey, Lions!” Marlene says cheerfully, waving to the camera. She stands alone in the studio for once. “We have something a little different for you today. Four of the couples on the team agreed to let us record them sleeping for a night, which we’ve combined with short interviews from each of them. Hope you enjoy!”

The video cuts and a title card appears, reading Couple Number One: James and Lily Potter.

Their bedroom is moderately sized, with a crib at the foot of the bed and a fluffy red comforter that accents their walls. James is partially visible as he brushes his teeth, but Lily is fully in frame in her oversized t-shirt and flannel pajama pants while she climbs into bed with Harry in her arms.

“How long have you been together?” Marlene asks in a voiceover.

“We’ve been married for just over six months,” James’ voice says; on the screen, he walks out of the bathroom and tucks his legs up to kiss the tops of Lily and Harry’s heads. “But we dated for several years before that.”

“What time do you normally go to bed?”

“Maybe eight? Eight-thirty?” Lily says. Sure enough, the clock on their nightstand reads 8:07. “We stay up after the baby’s gone to sleep, though.”

“What story are we doing tonight, kiddo?” James asks, pressing a raspberry kiss to Harry’s belly until baby giggles fill the bedroom. “How about…Make Way For Ducklings?”

“Ducky!” Harry squeals, reaching for his glasses.

“Alright, baby love.” Lily smiles as she takes a book of the nightstand and opens it up.

“Would you say you sleep well?” Marlene asks.

“Oh, that’s a tough question,” James says—in the bedroom, he and Lily take turns reading pages to Harry as he sits between them and points to the ducks. “It’s better now that he can sleep through the night. I’d say we get a solid seven hours each night, maybe more.”

“I wake up pretty often because I worry,” Lily adds.

“Do either of you talk in your sleep?”

She laughs. “No, thankfully. Once we’re out, we’re out until morning.”

“What’s your body language like?”

“I’m cuddly,” James says with a light laugh. In the video, he wraps an arm around Lily’s shoulders and traces the picture book with one finger, kissing Harry’s chubby baby hand. “She likes to starfish.”

“We’re both big cuddlers,” Lily agrees. The video skips forward in time, showing Lily lowering Harry into his crib while James grabs his phone off the nightstand and squints at it.

They curl up together while the clock continues to tick, and an hour or so later they put their phones away and snuggle under the covers. The night goes on and, slowly, Lily begins to splay out on the mattress, her hair in every direction as James keeps one arm securely around her waist. During a brief pause, their snoring harmonizes.

Harry wakes up just past four with a sniffle and babbles for a moment until James stands up, taking him out of his crib and humming softly as he bounces him; Lily barely flinches. “Baba,” Harry mumbles while he holds on to the edge of James’ shirt. “Baba, baba, baba.”

“Shh, buddy.” James touches their forehead together before setting him back down in the crib. “Sweet dreams. I love you.”

Marlene’s voiceover comes on again as the sun rises outside their window. “What time do you usually wake up?”

“James gets up earlier than I do for practice,” Lily says. A soft alarm jingles on the nightstand and James clumsily turns it off, scrubbing at his eyes for a second before digging his glasses out of the nightstand and sitting up—he leans over to kiss Lily’s forehead before getting up for real.

“Around seven, seven-thirty usually,” James confirms. “I don’t actually know what time you get up most weekdays.”

“Oh, probably eight-thirty or nine? Once Harry’s up, I’m up.”

Marlene hums. “How important is your bedroom to you? What about your bed?”

“Both are so important.” James doesn’t hesitate. “Evenings and nights are the longest period of time we spend together because of my job.”

“It’s a very safe space,” Lily says. “Life is so hectic, but once we’re in bed we don’t have to go anywhere else.”

The bedroom disappears—Lily and James sit in chairs in the Lion Pride studio with Marlene across from them. “Thanks so much for joining us today, you guys!” she says with a smile. “I’m really looking forward to filming this video.”

 Couple Number Two: Kasey Winter and Natalie Darcy

Their bedroom is smaller than the Potters’ and painted light blue with large windows. Outside, night has fallen and the light of the city shines through their blinds as Kasey closes them; Natalie is already in bed, reading a paperback with her legs crossed on top of the blankets.

Kasey turns the light off and climbs in next to her, resting his head on her thigh as he dozes off and she continues to read by her bedside lamp. “Goodnight,” he murmurs. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Natalie smiles and runs her fingers through his hair.

“How long have you been together?” Marlene asks.

“We’ve been dating for four years now,” Kasey’s voice says. In their bedroom, the video speeds up until eleven thirty, when Natalie puts her book down and settles into Kasey’s arms.

“Do you go to bed early or late? It’s just the two of you, right?”

“Right. Kase likes going to bed before me because he has to get up earlier, but I’m a night owl.”

“Does that make it hard for you to sleep well?”

“Not at all,” Kasey says. “She sleeps like a log and I’m always careful not to wake her up on workdays. We like to sleep in on days off.”

Marlene hums in agreement. “Do either of you talk in your sleep?”

“Nope. I’m a light sleeper, so it’s nice that neither of us do it.”

The video continues through the night and sure enough, the only sound is their soft breathing; Natalie presses against Kasey’s chest with an arm over his shoulders. “What’s your body language like when you sleep? Are you cuddlers?”

“I love cuddles!” Kasey says with an almost-audible smile. Sure enough, he snuggles into Natalie with a soft sigh as the clock on their wall turns to 4 am.

“How many hours of sleep do you get every night?” Marlene asks.

They take a moment to think, and the sun begins to shine through their bedroom window. “Ten to six am is…about eight hours? I can get by on six, though.”

“I need a solid eight, eight and a half to function,” Natalie says. “Though sometimes I’ll get up and do something before going back to bed until nine.”

“How important is your bedroom to you?”

“That’s a good question.” Kasey hums in thought. “I value it a lot because it’s a place to be close to her, and that’s hard to get when we’re both so busy.”

“I agree.”

On screen, Kasey’s alarm begins to ring and he stretches, gently detaching Natalie’s hold and kissing her shoulder as he pulls the blankets up to her chin and slides out of bed. “Have a good day, baby,” she mumbles sleepily.

“Love you,” he whispers back as he brushes her hair out of her eyes.

The video cuts; Kasey and Natalie have taken James and Lily’s places. “Thanks for agreeing to do this, guys!” Marlene says.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Natalie says with a slight smile.

 Couple Number 3: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin

The third bedroom is cluttered and neat at the same time. Knickknacks line the dresser and various items are scattered on the nightstand, but the floor is clean and the dark blue bedspread is tidy as Remus reads against the headboard. On the other side of the room, Sirius stops midway through brushing his teeth to change into a sleep shirt and Remus laughs at his muffled grumbling.

“How long have you been together?” Marlene asks again in her voiceover.

“We’ve been dating for over a year now,” Remus says.

“What time do you go to bed?”

“Oh, maybe ten pm? Eleven?” Sirius guesses. “Whenever we’re tired.”

The clock reads ten forty-five as Sirius gets under the covers and wraps his arms around Remus’ torso, cuddling against his waist and leg while Remus strokes his hair. Ten minutes pass until he puts the book down and turns off the light before scooting back against Sirius’ chest to be the little spoon. “Love you,” he says quietly.

Sirius kisses behind his ear. “Je t’aime.”

“What’s your body language like when you sleep?” Marlene asks. “Cap, everyone knows about your famous cuddles.”

He snorts. “Usually we spoon, but sometimes it changes up.”

“We kind of have to spoon,” Remus laughs. “You’d wake up on the floor otherwise.”

“I would not!” Sirius protests. In the video, an hour has passed, and he unconsciously tries to roll over Remus, who reaches up and pushes his shoulder back without opening his eyes. He shifts a few more times before settling down.

“Do you talk in your sleep as well?” Marlene continues.

Remus sighs. “No, that would be me.”

“It’s cute and awful at the same time,” Sirius says. “On one hand, it wakes me up, but on the other, we have the best conversations.”

At 2:12 am, Remus scrunches his nose up in his sleep. “Hey. Hey.”

Sirius huffs and cracks an eye open. “Quoi?”

“Go away.”

There’s a pause and Sirius sits up, clearly still half-asleep. “Huh?”

“The cat’s in the garden, dumbass. That cat—the cat is in the garden.”

With a heavy sigh, Sirius gets under the covers again and wraps his arms around Remus. “Okay, mon coeur.”

“Blueberry milkshake.”

“That doesn’t exist.”

“Yes, it does.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Shut up, Pots, nobody asked you.” Remus says playfully, then hums and pulls Sirius closer. “Bonjour, honey. Je t’aime.”

In the voiceover, Marlene laughs. “What do you two talk about?”

“Oh, everything,” Sirius replies.

An hour and a half passes in fast motion on screen; they move around a little bit, but overall stay cuddled up and comfortable. “The tea. Honey, the tea. Tea’s burning.”

Sirius reaches over and puts his hand over Remus’ mouth gently. “Shhh.”

“Tea’s burning,” Remus repeats, though his voice is muffled until he bats Sirius’ hand away. “Hugs and kisses, hugs and kisses.”

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s the meaning of life?”

Remus is quiet for a beat. “Pun’kin pie.”

“Why do you talk in your sleep?”

“I love you.”

“How could we have done better in our last game?” Sirius is grinning now and rubbing slow circles over Remus’ back. “I was a little worried about our defense.”

“Hmm. Apples.” Remus turns over and nuzzles against Sirius. “See you later, alligator.”

Sirius shakes with suppressed laughter for a moment until the voiceover starts again. “What time do you wake up in the morning?” Marlene asks. “Practice starts pretty early.”

“Sirius wakes up earlier than I do, but we don’t get out of bed until seven-ish,” Remus says, sounding far more awake than he did in the video. “We try to aim for eight hours of sleep, but that doesn’t always happen.”

“How important is your bedroom?”

Sunlight streams through the cracks in the blinds at six am, lighting up Remus’ face on one side as Sirius starts to wake up. He pauses with a smile and runs his thumb along Remus’ cheek before kissing his forehead and settling onto his back.

“Our bedroom is really important,” Sirius answers. “It’s a safe space where there’s no pressure to do anything and we can just be ourselves.”

Remus smacks his alarm at six-thirty and starts sitting up, only for Sirius to wrap all four limbs around him and drag him back down for more cuddles; Remus laughs, but happily obliges. The camera cuts out just as they start getting out of bed half an hour later.

“Thanks for answering my questions,” Marlene says with a grin. “I gotta say, I’m looking forward to the sleep talking.”

“It’s so funny,” Sirius snickers.

Remus rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “Yeah, yeah, alright. Exploit me in my most vulnerable state, why don’t you?”

 Couple Number 4: Pascal and Celeste Dumais

“We have been married for fifteen years,” Dumo says as the video begins.

Celeste is already out cold in the bed while he tiptoes around their bedroom, sliding in next to her as quietly as possible; she smiles in her sleep and scoots over to lay her head on his shoulder. It’s clearly a comfortable place for them—the walls are a warm beige and a colorful quilt lays heavy across the sheets.

“Do you sleep well?”

“Sometimes,” Celeste says. “We sleep better now that the kids are older, but I wake up a lot in the middle of the night because I still worry about them.”

“How many hours of sleep do you think you get?”

“Oh, probably seven? I go to bed early, though.”

“I get a steady six to eight,” Dumo says.

“Do you sleepwalk or talk?”

Celeste laughs as Dumo groans. “He used to sleepwalk, but after the kids were born there wasn’t enough consistent sleep to do it anymore.”

In the dark of their bedroom, Dumo moves around quite a lot—he rolls onto his back, then his side, then curls around Celeste, then lays a little bit sideways before she quietly shushes him just past 3 am and puts her hand on his chest. He sighs and leans his head against hers with a drowsy half-smile.

“Do you cuddle?” Marlene asks.

“Sometimes,” Dumo says. “Though we’ve been together for so long that we don’t really have to. I always know where she is.”

“That’s adorable,” Marlene says at the same time Celeste makes a soft sound of affection. “What time do you wake up?”

There is one window in their bedroom, high on the western wall, that shows the slowly-lightening sky. When the clock strikes six, both of them stretch and roll onto their backs, though they stay close enough to share body heat as Dumo combs his fingers through Celeste’s long hair.

“Around six. It’s easier to get up early now that we’re older,” Dumo says. “Besides, the kids don’t get up until later, so we finally get some time to ourselves.”

“Bonjour, mon amour,” Celeste murmurs in the video with a sleepy smile, pressing kisses to Dumo’s cheek. “Hmm, je t’aime.”

“Je t’aime, ma jolie chérie.”

The video returns to the studio after that; Dumo and Celeste hold hands while they talk, and Marlene puts away her notecards with a smile. “Thank you for agreeing to do this, it means a lot. We tried to get a variety of different couples for this and I’m sure the video will turn out great.”

“Ne rien. Good luck with filming!”

A final title card appears. Thanks for watching, Lions! Be sure to like and subscribe for more content.

[commander-rahrah]

Alone with You - A Ride or Die Short (Logan x MC)

Pairing: MC Ellie Wheeler x Logan

Chapter Rating: T

Word Count: 3600+

Description: It’s been two years since Ellie and Logan said goodbye. And now he’s standing in front of her. 

Disclaimer: Characters are from Pixelberry’s Choices. They fully own the characters, backgrounds, etc. 

Author’s Note: 1 billion years ago I said that I had re-read Ride or Die and it made me have a lot of feelings and ideas about what happened to Ellie and Logan (since ROD2 is never going to happen?!!?!!?!). Well, I wrote it. Finally.

The two have been stuck in my head for so long -- I have a playlist for them, I have a pinterest board for them. I am so happy to finally have fully written this little short out. And who knows... if people like it, maybe it can become a little mini series? 

As always any likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated. 

Taglist: @omgjasminesimone​ @brightpinkpeppercorn​ @choicesarehard​ (hope this is OK, I remember you three being excited for this lol)

Full choices masterlist: here

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I wanna be alone Alone with you, does that make sense? I wanna steal your soul And hide you in my treasure chest I don't know what to do To do with your kiss on my neck I don't know what feels true But this feels right so stay a sec Yeah, you feel right so stay a sec

“Ellie?”

She froze — her hands hovering on the latch for the car hood. Gulping, she snagged it with a tan finger before turning around.

It was really him.

He looked exactly the same. His brown hair, perfectly waved around his face. His puppy dog eyes were big as he took her in. A black t-shirt clung to his chest and biceps — his arms hanging loosely at his sides, his car keys dangling from his fingers.

“L-Logan?” She stammered, wiping her greasy hands on her jean shorts.

He took two giant steps, before enveloping her into his arms.

Ellie stood frozen for a moment — standing in shock. Before she blinked back to reality, and threw her skinny arms around him. He placed his forehead into the crook of her neck, holding her tighter as she hugged him back.

“What — what are you doing here?” She muttered through his wavy, brown hair. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as she pulled away from him.

“I’ve just been driving — and I needed to stop and do some work,” He pointed a finger behind him to the familiar GT — that was painted matte black now. “I usually go to a little Ma and Pop like this...” He voice trailed off as he took her in. “You look good Troublemaker,”

Ellie ignored the feeling that nickname gave her, following her train of thought. “You were just driving? You didn’t realize you were getting close to my college town?”

He hesitated, “I—I’ve been driving for a while, didn’t really pay attention to where I was going.”

“Right.” She said, not believing him.

He peered over her shoulder to the white convertible she was working on. It was sitting half out of the garage, shining in the sun. “230SL, hey? She’s pretty.”

“Thanks, she’s mine.” She looked back at the car, licking her lips.

His dark brows furrowed in confusion, “What happened to the Panther?”

Ellie ignored the question, “Logan, what are we doing?”

He shrugged, not sure what she was implying. “What do you mean?”

“I mean — I haven’t seen you in two years, and we— we’re just, what? Shooting the shit at this garage?” Her voice started to raise a little — her emotions getting the best of her.

His dark eyes went wide, “Well, no—“

“Well, what Logan? I didn’t think I was ever gonna see you again. And now you’re just here and you’re asking me about my car?!” Her arms wrapped around her torso as she started to tremble.

Logan moved his hands out to touch her — but then thought better of it. He played it off instead, running his fingers through his dark waves, “Ellie... I know this is so unexpected. If you could — just gimme two hours. Two hours of just normal stuff. I missed you — more than I want to admit.”

“I missed you too.” She croaked out, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones. “We’ll trade out spots in the  garage. Take my car.”

Logan hesitated — looking back at his car with a twisted mouth.

“It’s that or you can pay like $25 an hour to park near my apartment.”

“Way too rich for my blood.” He smiled sheepishly, before unlatching his key from his belt loop.

The pair reversed and drove around each other — before Logan slid into her white convertible. His hands ran over the fine stitching on the leather seats — a smile spreading across his face as he took in the vintage car. “You have to tell me how you got this.”

Ellie swallowed as she watched him — following his calloused fingers softly touching the console and arm rests, “I bought it at an estate sale actually. This guy’s son was selling it — said his dad was working on it for most of his life. Poor guy died before he got the chance to finish it and it was way over the sons head.”

His thick brows raised on his forehead, “You low ball him?”

“For a 230SL? No. But I made sure I had enough leftover to fix it up.”

Looking over her shoulder, Ellie reversed out of the parking lot with ease and started to drive them through the streets of Cambridge.

Logan was looking through the passenger window — watching all of the brown stones whiz by, “So, you work at the garage?”

“No,” She shook her head, imagining the little two car garage mechanic shop in her head,  “I just made an arrangement with Mr. Kim, the owner. He lets me work on the car and get it fixed up when I want.”

“So you did all of this?” His mouth opened in slight shock.

“Everything but the paint.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“Damn, Ellie.” A grin spread across his face as he was genuinely impressed with her. “You a grease monkey now?”

She smirked at him, “Mechanical engineer actually.”

“That’s what you decided on for school?” His voice was so genuine — it was killing her.

She nodded in reply, her eyes focused on the road. Her fingers were tight around the steering wheel.

“Good for you. I’m glad.” There it was again — and he was probably looking at her with those big brown eyes.

Licking her lips, she changed the subject, “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Good thing I know the best place to get burgers in Cambridge.”

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“Can we get also get two doubles, well done and crispy fries? Thanks Joe.” Ellie rattled off the order without looking at the menu. She gave them a smile, but then quickly her eyebrows shot up, “Oh! And no mustard on one!” She turned around to face Logan.

“You remembered?” His heart fluttered.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” She shrugged, before putting the straw to her milkshake back in her mouth — chewing it slightly.

But it was a big deal to Logan. His heart was melting because she had remembered he didn’t like mustard. Two years later.

God, he was a mess.

He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act right now. All he wanted to do was to hold her, to make her laugh again. To kiss her soft pink lips.

“EJ?!”

Logan ignored the voice, instead drawing his eyes away from her and looking out of the window at all the people walking by — all of them mostly students.

“Austin, hey.” Logan’s ears perked up as he heard Ellie’s voice. Turning around he watched as she was approached by a tall guy with a black cap and MIT hoodie.

His stomach burned with jealousy as they hugged.

The young man pulled his arms back from around her, looking down at her with a warm smile, “We were just talking about you,” He gestured behind him to a group of guys sitting at a table, “You heading to the track tonight?”

“Oh, uh,” Ellie clammed up, “No actually I have—“

“Hey I’m Logan.” He stepped forward — his calloused hands outstretched for a handshake.

“Logan?! Like hometown, Cali Logan? Nice to meet you man.” He clapped his hand to his, gripping it tightly.

“Yeah — that’s me.” So Ellie has talked about him to other people?

Ellie sidled up in between them, waving her hand at the guy in the cap, “This is Austin. He’s in eng — engineering with me at school.”

Logan scrutinized him quickly — he was a lot bigger then him. But that wouldn’t be a big deal — he had fought guys much bigger than him his whole life and usually came out the winner. “Austin” had way too perfect stubble and the vest he was wearing over his hoodie probably cost $250.

“EJ’s our resident brainiac.” Austin flashed a megawatt smile — his teeth were perfect too.

Logan’s first instinct was to hate this guy, “Sounds about right.” He said casually, looking over to Ellie who had her arms crossed over her torso.

“He’s just saying that.” She said, her eyes low.

“EJ, foods up!” The man working the countered yelled from behind them.

She sighed in relief, and quickly turned to get the bags. Shuffling back towards them she gave a sheepish smile, “All ready to go.”

“Enjoy you two. If we won’t see you at the track tonight, we’ll catch you at Ash’s birthday tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure. Probably.” She nodded nervously, “Okay, talk to you guys later.” She waved her full hands to the table of guys behind Austin and started to walk away.

Logan followed her out, looking back over his shoulder at the group once more — his brows furrowed as he watched Austin return to the group — all of them chatting excitedly and watching them leave.

He grabbed the car door for her, before grabbing the brown bags of food so she could climb in.  Getting in himself, he couldn’t help but notice how nervous she seemed as she fumbled with her keys to start the car.

They sat in silence for a moment — the only sound was the rustling of the bags on his lap as they drove through the downtown streets. Finally he broke the quiet.

“So, EJ huh?”

She licked her lips before speaking, “Yeah. Ellie J—“

“Jane. I know.” He nodded, remembering the night she had told him her middle name. She had been curled up in his arms in his little loft above the garage — she had drawn circles on his arms as she spoke about her mother, her namesake.

“Of course...” She glanced over to him — her face was hard to read. “When I moved here I just — I wanted to be someone else. Not just Ellie. So I introduced myself as EJ.”

“So what’s this EJ like? She hangs out with people like Austin...”

“Austin’s a good guy. All of them are. We lived in the same building freshmen year.” She chewed her lip, “It’s a tough program — we all take care of each other.”

“Right.” Logan felt his stomach twist — someone had to take care of her. It couldn’t be him, he knew that.

She pulled up in front of an empty park filled with trees, and cut the engine. Leaning back in her seat, she closed her eyes as she breathed in the fresh air with the top down in her car.

He gulped as he watched her — his eyes following the line of her nose, curves of her lips and throat. Coughing slightly he composed himself as she started digging through the brown paper bags.

She handed him one of the burgers, wrapped with a napkin.

“Do you usually eat greasy take out in a priceless vintage car?”

“It’s my right as an American.” She grinned at him, before taking a big bite of her food.

Slowly unwrapping the burger, he took a bite and let out a moan, “Oh, that’s good.”

“The best.” Ellie said through chewing. Ripping the brown bag a little with a free hand, she poured out fries onto the brown bag for them to share. “Probably been a while since you’ve had decent food? Being on the road?”

“Yeah... yeah it’s been... I mean I didn’t have to do a huge drive recently. But I was trying to go from coast to coast.”

“Were you following me?” She joked.

“Right, yeah. I guess you made the same drive.” He sat the burger down in his lap and ran his fingers nervously through his hair. “But I — I didn’t make it.”

“Oh?”

Shit. Okay, he was going to do this. “I got arrested.”

“Logan, I— I had no idea. I’m sorry.” Her voice turned quiet — but genuine.

“S’okay.” He mumbled out, “I mean — it was just a matter of time honestly.” He gave her a sad smile, “I made it to Colorado at least.”

“What happened?”

“I got a lesser sentence for agreeing to be a key witness against Shaw. Served for a year, got out on remission... Served a probation order.” He nervously ran his fingers through his wavy hair.

“Wow...”

“And now...”

“You’re here.” She moved her knee closer to his — her bare skin brushing up against his jeans.

“I’m here.” His dark eyes met her light ones — going back and forth between them. He had missed them, as corny as that was to admit. “I was living in New York before—“

“Before?”

“I didn’t mean to come here.” He admitted.

“You didn’t?”  She asked — a line forming between her brows.

“Not at first. Not on purpose.” He gulped as he looked up at her, “I just started driving. And this is where I ended up. And then I thought — I could just drive by your school, through the town— just see what you see. I didn’t think I’d actually find you.”

“But you did.”

“But I did.”

They locked eyes again, studying each other.

“Do you wanna see apartment?” She asked simply.

He gulped — he suddenly felt nervous and clammy. “I — sure, if you’re okay with it.”

“Mhmm.” She said with a nod, before turning the key in the ignition and starting to drive away with one hand on the wheel and the other clutching her burger.

After a ten minute drive, she pulled up in front a row of studio apartments that were in alternating colours of brown and orange.

Logan followed Ellie up the sidewalk and into the apartment complex. They padded down the empty, carpeted hallways and up a set of stairs. Her keys jingled in her hand as she let them in to apartment 2-7.

Logan’s heart fluttered as he stepped into her apartment. He had never gotten to see her bedroom in California — and stepping into her little home now was like stepping into her mind.

It was a studio apartment — just a tiny little thing. The first thing he noticed was the big window at the back of the apartment, pouring in the afternoon light. Christmas lights were wrapped around the frame, turned off at the moment.

A little kitchenette sat off to the side — scarred wooden counter tops and vintage appliances showing the age of the building. There wasn’t any where to sit — a bed sat in front of the large window, a mattress on wheels. It was messily made with a sunny yellow duvet. Night stands on either side were made of stacks of books, and a little green plant was sat precariously on top of one. He could see a few photographs taped on the far wall — but it was too small to see from the front entrance.

It was so messily organized and soft and simple — it was so Ellie.

“It’s not much.” She shrugged as she stepped in.

“I love it.” Using his toes, Logan kicked off his shoes and followed Ellie farther into the apartment. He was trying to be nonchalant about looking around — he didn’t want to seem like he was prying. But every little detail — even the magnets on her fridge shed a light onto the young woman in front of him.

His fingers trailed on a framed photo — Ellie in her red cap and gown from her graduation. Her dad standing next to her — big smiles on their faces for the photo. He could try and determine how fake the pose was, knowing everything that had led up to that photo, but he didn’t want to go down that road.

Moving his dark eyes, he let out a chuckle as he saw an extremely organized calendar stuck to the fridge door. “I see you haven’t lost your passion for organization.” He thumbed through the pages, noticing all the stickers and highlighter.

Her face turned red as she realized what he was looking at. “You have to be with my course load. I’m taking extra classes on top of my usual work load.”

“Trying to graduate early, nerd?” He teased.

Her face fell. “Uh, no. I have to take extra courses if I want to graduate on time actually.”

He raised a dark brow at her, “What? Did you take a light course load or something?”

“Yeah — light course load. An extremely light course load.” She let out a heavy sigh, “I took off a whole semester actually.”

He almost scoffed but he stopped himself. “You love school. I highly doubt you took off a semester to travel abroad.”

“I, uh, I didn’t. I went home.” Ellie had wrapped her arms around her torso, starting to hug herself.

“You went back to LA?”

“Well, I went there for the summer.” She chewed her lip, “And then I stayed throughout the semester.”

Logan studied her carefully, “Okay, what are you not telling me?” It had been two years, but he still knew how to read her.

When she didn’t answer him right away, his stomach twisted. “Ellie?”

She kept her eyes to the worn floorboards, but finally opened her mouth. “At first, it was just for summer break. But while I was there — Dad got sick.”

“Ellie, I’m so sorry.”

“He collapsed at work — apparently it had happened before, when he was home alone. That’s when the doctors found it...,” Her voice trailed off, “The cancer.”

He crossed over to her — getting closer, but not touching. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do that. “What— what happened?” His voice was quiet — gentle.

“School gave me an extended absence — they held my spot and scholarship for me. Due to family distress. I — I stayed there. I took care of him, drove him to chemo... I was all he had.”

“Ellie...,” A sharp breath escaped him — imagining the pain she had gone through. The pain she was still going through. Was he...

Logan didn’t even want to think it.

“Wh—what happened?”

“He died.” She croaked, before exploding into uncontrollable sobs. She tried to speak again but all that could be heard was hiccups and gasps of breath.

Logan didn’t know what to say. He’d never been one with words.

So instead he did the only thing he could think to do — wrap his arms around her. She fell into him easily — her face burying into his chest as she started to soak his t-shirt.

As he felt her start to crumble into him, he softly lowered them until they were sitting on the edge of her mattress — her face still glued to his shoulder.

He wasn’t sure how long they sat like that for — and he didn’t care. He would sit with her all night if she wanted him too. But finally she shifted around, keeping her face tucked to his chest but she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Ellie — I’m so so sorry.” He said softly, rubbing her back as she sniffled, “About your dad. And you having to go through that by yourself. No one should have to do that. And for what I put you two through — the wedge I drove between you and your dad is unforgivable I know that, I—.”

“We were okay. In the end.” She said through her sniffles — her voice muffled through his shirt, “We were good.”

He let out a sigh of relief.

“And I’m sorry for keeping my promise — to stay away.”

She turned her face up to his — her blue eyes wide as she listened. He stared into them — his heart beating faster as he thought about what he was going to say.  

“I wanted to be there in little ways — maybe a letter or even just to call, and hear your voice — heck, even hearing your voicemail would have tied me over. But I was so afraid. I’m still afraid.”

“Why?” She asked — her voice a whisper again.

“Because the way you make me feel, Ellie Wheeler, terrifies me.” He used his thumb to brush some of the lingering tears on her cheek away. “I haven’t seen you in two years — and the moment I saw you it felt like I had gotten a sucker punch to the stomach.”

“And I’m sure you know what that feels like — I assume  you’ve been punched in the stomach a lot.” She said, a smile forming on her lips. They let our breathy laughs together.

“I have. Look I have no idea what I’m doing, Ellie. All I know is—,” He gulped, “That the last couple hours I’ve spent with you ... have been the highlight of my life for the last two years.”

He hung his eyes low for a moment, his dark brows furrowing, “And I know that I’m scum. I’m trash. A freakin’ ex-convict... I know, I don’t deserve someone like you.”

“Logan, what are you saying?” She moved her fingers to his chin, moving it so he was looking at her again.

He took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m saying that I love you, Ellie Wheeler. Troublemaker. EJ. Every side of you. The valedictorian. The speed demon. I love you.” He looked up at her through his brown waves, his dark eyes big as he tried to read her face — trying to figure how royally he had just screwed everything up.

“I’m sorry — I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m such an id—“ But his words were interrupted as Ellie crashed her mouth onto his.

A surprised gasp escaped Logan — not able to comprehend what was happening. Before his lips met hers again — the kiss was needy and desperate. It had been so long — too long. He almost forgot what her soft, pink lips had felt like, how she had tasted. He felt goosebumps start to cover his skin as she moved her fingers up the nape of his neck and into his thick hair. He moved his hands onto her waist carefully, pulling her into him. Their kiss softened as she parted her mouth for him, deepening it.

They sat like that for a moment, relishing in the feeling of each other until Logan felt dizzy. Their lips stuck together slightly as they pulled away. He gulped as he looked down at her — waiting for her to say something.

“I love you Logan,” She said simply, her fingers trailing down his tan jawline, “You’ve always been my ride or die.”

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

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Glimmer Like the Stars, Chap. 3

Disclaimer: if you can’t handle reading about abuse and abuse victims or people going through childhood trauma, do not read this!!! However, if you like stories about guardian angels looking after children that are going through trauma, you certainly will want to read this.

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In case this is your first time reading or you missed one of the past segments of this series/story:

Chapter I

Chapter II

Putting the story under the cut (please remember do not read if you’re sensitive to child abuse scenes):

Time went on. Mrs. McRoy and I got closer as the year went by. Halfway into the year, around the time it was time to take our finals for the first semester, she pulled me to the side. The look in her eyes made me feel self-conscious all over again like that first day she’d shown me what an amazing heart she had.

“Are you going to be okay?” She asked gently. The class had emptied of the other students... the students that refused to have anything to do with me. Well, all of them but my friend from day one. I looked down at my shoes. My first instinct was to revert back to how I was before she started to crack my walls and replace them with flowers.

I shifted uncomfortably. “I only ask because you’re going to be home alone with your father,” she reassured me gently. She looked like she wanted to put a hand on my shoulder, but with how seriously our country takes students touching their teachers other than high fives, she knew that wasn’t really an option.

I stared down still, looking like the floor was the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. However, we’d danced this dance many times over the course of the last few months and she knew that as long as she waited patiently for my answer, it would eventually come.

And it did. “I’m not sure,” I said, practically whispering. “I’m scared. Things have changed so much but not all in good ways.” She frowned at that, eyes falling on a bruise on my shoulder where my father had forcibly grabbed me and forced me to my knees while he drank heavily and almost fell on top of me in his stupid drunken stupor the night before. I tried not to flinch. I knew she was angry. Just like she could read me, I could read when she felt... emotions about my treatment, which, by the way, was always.

I could tell she was biting her tongue as she nodded.

“I’ll be here if you need me,” she said gently, sitting on the edge of her desk. “Any time at all. I don’t really have a family, so I’ll just be preparing for next semester.” She didn’t want to push. I could hear it in her voice as she restrained herself from saying anything either one of us would regret or feel uncomfortable with. “You just... stay safe, okay?” I shifted and adjusted my shirt so that my shoulder was no longer visible and rubbed my arm where there was another bruise.

The ironic part was he would always give excuses. Say things like “you just bruise easily” or “it isn’t that big a deal.” He didn’t even feel the least bit remorseful for how he treated me, not even when he was sober... I felt sick thinking about having to be away from school for two weeks. She caught my eyes, looking like she was having the same sentiment.

“Please... let me know if you need anything,” she said, nodding at me as my father poked his head into the room. He was obviously not sober, though he wasn’t falling over like he normally would be. Mrs. McRoy said nothing, just stared at him while he came into the room as if he owned the whole school. He straightened his back as he reached my side and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“So you’re the teacher, huh?” He asked, voice a little louder than is comfortable. She stared at him.

“So you’re the father,” she stated simply in reply, choosing not to say anything further, though her tone clearly added, the father that didn’t bother to come to parent teacher conferences or the art exhibit or the science fair... His eyes challenged hers before he turned to me. “Get your things.” I stared up at him, not ready to leave yet.

“Why are you here? I take the bus!” He was staring down Mrs. McRoy as he simply snapped, “Not anymore.”

At first, it seemed she wasn’t going to say anything, but after a second, she stood from her desk.

“Allow me to take her home,” she said quietly, tone level but also it was obvious she was annoyed. He began to protest but she cut him off to say, “You’re obviously too inebriated to be driving safely. In fact, I’m somewhat wondering how you managed to make it inside a school with the smell of whiskey and gin on your breath.” Her voice was soft and calm but challenging and dangerous at the same time. All of the anger that had been building over the course of the last few months were evident in her eyes, though if you just closed your eyes and listened to her voice, as I was doing, her tone was honestly rather soothing.

My father turned to me then and started to grab at me but she stepped between us.

“Call yourself a cab. I will take her home,” she said, voice harder and less calming this time. My eyes snapped open just in time to see my father’s eyes flash with rage. He wanted to argue. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to lash out and throw punches. He probably wanted to throw her around the way he did me so frequently... but she was a strong woman who stood up to him, and honestly I saw a look confusion and intimidation in his eyes. He hadn’t been used to people standing up to him when it came to my treatment.

I watched in awe, silently waiting for his response.

“We’ll be talking when you get home,” he told me simply, glaring at Mrs. McRoy, then stalking out of the room.

When he was gone, the room fell ice cold and I practically collapsed. For the first time, Mrs. McRoy didn’t even care about the school rules as she caught me and set me on a chair. She studied my eyes, looking worried.

“You should not have seen that... I am so sorry,” she said gently. She wandered over to her desk and then wet a hand towel with the sink and started to dab my face with it, damp with cool water. Sighing, she studied my eyes.

“Why don’t we grab a milkshake on the way? Let him cool down a bit?” As much as I wanted to protest, to tell her he only gets worse with time... a milkshake really did sound good.

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Piece me together | Pt. 1

• Pairing: Jimin x Namjoon • Genre: Angst  | Detective!AU / Stalker!AU • Words: 6,6k | written with @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: mentioning of drugs / guns / blood / abuse / violence

↳  Namjoon had a case to worry about and still he found himself coming back to this diner each time. Maybe it was because of the delicious milkshakes or maybe it was because of his favorite waiter that looked just as sweet.

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Jimin sighed, while he tied his apron around the waist and smoothed the front down. When he opened the door to the kitchen, he almost smacked into one of the head chefs. “Jimin! We’re getting pretty busy here. I could use a hand!” Although the sound of his boss came through the door just fine, he peeked his head through the door nonetheless, “Come on, pretty baby.” Jimin quickly mumbled a quiet sorry before he squeezed himself through the busy kitchen.

“I’m coming,” He called back, but before he followed him outside, he put the perfect smile on his face. It was pathetic how good he was, being able to do anything from: sympathetic to sad, or even fake laugh if he needed to. A smile made his customers happy and a happy customer meant more tips, which he needed – desperately so.

 Jimin was glad for this job and he was thankful to Jin, who took him in although he had absolutely no experience. He just told him that he needed the work and promised that he’d try to please. It had been rough, the long hours excruciating, but waiting tables was like a second nature to him now. It was better to think about what awaited him home and it was keeping his mind busy, although it wasn’t the best paid job it was enough for him. Enough to keep his head above the water. Jimin still loved it here. It was a diner-style restaurant but with a modern twist, offering American comfort food, including everything one needed: cheeseburgers, fries and the most delicious milkshakes.

Jimin fixed the collar of his pastel colored uniform, while his eyes read over the schedule for the night. To his luck he was no ‘runner’ tonight but had a section to himself. “I see you want to inspire our milkshake of the month again?” The young man behind the bar said, pouring in some alcohol into a metallic cup to mix it together. The blush on Jimin’s cheeks only made his freshly colored pink hair stand out even more.

“I might,” Jimin winked at him, “You know I love inspiring you.” He turned around, starting his little tablet where he would type in the orders. A cold breeze made him look up to the front. He recognized the customer at the main door, right away, only that he seemed a little more nervous than usual. Jimin chuckled, biting his lip as his eyes focused on the poster right behind him. There was a speed-dating event tonight. Jin talked about it for weeks and only two days off work and Jimin had completely forgotten about it. “Is he really doing that again?” He giggled to himself and turned to the barkeeper. “Can you make me a strawberry milkshake with a hint of vanilla? And with the good strawberries please.”

“Which table?”

“I don’t know, yet,” Jimin shrugged his shoulders, “But he’s a regular. I’ll book it in, in a second.” He ignored the wary look on his co-workers face (Jin hated it when they didn’t exactly do what people ordered, calling it a waste of money) and reached for a tray. With a swing in his hips and a smile on his lips, Jimin came to a halt in front of the new customers table.

“You’re alone today? Milkshake as always?” Jimin asked, noticing the way the man had dressed up, with a button up shirt tucked in neatly into his jeans. It was a little tighter around his chest, making Jimin’s eyes wander down and over his broad shoulders. He had always wondered what the man’s job was, if he worked out or was just naturally build like that. Jimin loved observing people in the restaurant, it gave him something to do, imagining their lives outside, rather than thinking about his own. But he would never ask him. It was the very first thing Jin told him: ‘Flirting is okay, but only to get tips, nothing else.’

“I have to say it’s a pity that you’re alone. I really liked the last one. I really wanted to ask him where he got that carrot tie from,” Jimin cheekily smiled, knowing that this customer was okay with some teasing, and got rid of the empty glass on the table to put it on his tray.

“I’m alone now but you’ll see, when I leave I’ll have the finest guy with me.” Namjoon answered amused, feeling more at ease in Jimin’s presence alone. They knew each other briefly, the way a waiter knew a regular customer that came in at least four times a week and they had been like this from the start: comfortable with each other, a hint of playful teasing, the occasional blunt honesty or worried look when one of them was especially down.

“And for that I might need to do something that I never thought I would do: Decline a milkshake. The last date was very vocal about how you can’t drink a milkshake for your first date if you want others to take you seriously so I’ll take his advice because even though he might have questionable fashion taste he left that night with phone numbers in his pocket and I didn’t. So maybe I should try to be more serious. I don’t want to turn into your speed dating mascot, the one everyone knows because he’s always there but never gets lucky.”

Jimin’s mouth hung open for a second and his eyes flickered over to the bar, where he could see his co-worker decorate the milkshake with fresh strawberries to finish it off. Great. Now he would have to buy it and pretend he had ordered it for himself. Jin wouldn’t be happy about it, especially not at the beginning of his shift. ‘What else are your breaks for’, Jimin could literally hear his voice inside his head.

“Sure,” Jimin answered with a smile, internally hoping the customer would give him enough tip to weigh it out. “Oh, don’t worry,” Jimin nodded his head over to an older man at the other side of the room, “He is our mascot here. He actually has a wife, but he occasionally forgets about it. Dementia. But they all know about it, so people just play along.” He smiled faintly, before turning back to his customer, “So, you’ll be fine, and I must change my opinion about the carrot guy. Milkshakes are the most delicious thing; how dare he insult them.” Jimin got out his tablet with his free hand with a soft giggle, before clearing his throat, “But we will be serious tonight, then. Wine? A glass of water with a slice of fresh lemon? Or whiskey kind of serious?”

Namjoon frowned, weighing his options and then sighed deeply. “Oh, fuck it, I’m not the water-with-lemon-slice kind of guy. Please get me one of your delicious strawberry milkshakes and let’s pretend I didn’t even try to be serious okay? No one is worth ignoring my love for milkshakes.” He let his gaze wander over Jimin’s face and halted at the bruise at the younger’s neck. “Aren’t you tired of hearing customers complain about their relationship status while you are in good hands?” He had seen Jimin sporting love bites a few times already and he seemed like someone traditional and loyal, so he was assuming Jimin was in a long term relationship.

Jimin almost let the tray fall, his eyes widened at Namjoon’s sudden comment. He had almost forgotten about it, but the moment his customer pointed it out Jimin could feel the heat again, the stinging pain of the bruise on his neck. He had forgotten to cover it up. But instead of blushing, Jimin’s face grew paler. “I...don’t worry about me. I get paid for hearing you complain and I’m not really in a relationship. It’s been a while myself.” It took him a second to put back on his smile, “Unfortunately my shift is always over when the speed-dating is. What a pity, we could share a milkshake together then,” He winked playfully, turning around fast – but not too quickly so the empty glass couldn’t fall of the tray and walked back to the bar. His heart picked up its pace, his mouth feeling way too dry out of a sudden. “I…I’ll be right back. Can you bring him the shake, please?” Jimin didn’t wait for an answer from the barkeeper, before he vanished through the kitchen door and towards the wardrobe. With shaking hands, he grabbed his bag and fished for the concealer, closing himself in the workers toilet right after. He brushed the tear angrily away that fell down his cheek, his gaze only focused on hiding the bruise on his neck. “Fuck, get a grip, Jimin. You’re fine…you’re fine,” He mumbled to himself, taking another deep breath, checking the bruise twice before he felt ready enough to take on his shift again.

Namjoon wasn’t stupid and he knew Jimin well enough to see the change in the younger’s face before he could cover it up with his ‘customer smile’ as Namjoon called it. That alone was a sign that Jimin wasn’t okay because normally they weren’t for Namjoon but for people Jimin didn’t know or didn’t like. However, before he could ask or apologize or figure out exactly what was wrong Jimin had excused himself (a little too stiff and polite for it to be natural) and vanished as quickly as he could without it counting as running away. Namjoon swallowed hard. His detective senses started to tingle. The bruises on Jimin’s neck had always been small and not like he had been hurt but his reaction was still strange. If there was more behind it he would definitely figure it out. He couldn’t do more than plan though because the bell was ringing and Jin, the owner of the cafe explained the speed dating rules for those of them who were new or just needed to be reminded again what speed date meant.

Jimin came back a few minutes later, working his shift like nothing had happened. It was a busy night, with many people either wanting to participate in the speed-dating or just regular customers enjoying their food and drinks for the evening. Jimin always found it adorable how some thought they could find a date in just a minute. Didn’t they know that you could literally pretend to be someone else? Tell all lies, just to make themselves more likeable for you? Jimin shook his head, watching how they switched seats whenever the bell was ringing, and he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander over to his favorite customer.

He really hoped that he would find a cute guy, one that would love to share milkshakes with him.

Namjoon couldn’t really keep sight of Jimin who was busily running around and as he couldn’t do anything from this distance he decided to concentrate on the speed dating now and deal with everything else later. He knew that he got involved too quickly in other people’s business - occupational disease - and maybe Jimin didn’t even want him to ask private questions so he should make sure he didn’t overreact and jump to conclusions.

The speed dating was a nice way to take his mind off things and the participants were nice. There was the occasional douchebag of course and as there were no signs for orientation he got an older woman and cute girl once (which both weren’t his area) so they just had a nice talk. There was one who seemed to be really nice so when the ‘speed’ phase was over Namjoon got up to talk to him again and luckily for him the interest was mutual. Jimin was starting to clean up the coffee machine later that night, having a perfect view over to Namjoon’s table who was eagerly talking to a very attractive man. Jimin had to admit that.

With a smile, he watched their interaction, almost letting the container filled with coffee fall when the seemingly younger man grabbed Namjoon’s hand and pulled him along. It would have been a mess of brown powder everywhere, but he luckily had only spilled a little. His smile grew even brighter, when Namjoon came over to pay. Jimin put the container aside and got the receipt for him, adding in a whisper, “Are you paying for the cutie, too? You really got lucky this time.”

“Yes, I did. The three times a charm thing seems to be true. Wish me luck.” He winked and payed for both their drinks before turning back to the man standing at the door waiting for him with a shy smile on his face. Namjoon smiled back and then hesitated before turning to Jimin again, “Listen, I'm sorry about before, I didn’t mean to snoop or overstep any boundaries and I’m sorry if I’m just making it worse right now but.. I just want you to know that you don’t have to feel uncomfortable around me. I won't make a comment like that again. Though if you reacted like that for a different reason like… if you are in any kind of trouble... then you can tell me.” He awkwardly plucked a straw from the counter. “You don’t need to answer me; you can make your decision whenever just know that if everything’s fine you won’t have me snooping again and if it’s not... then you have an out. You always have an out. Of anything.” With a last strained smile, he went back to his date, straw still in hand.

Jimin blinked at Namjoon, his heart beating painfully fast. How did Namjoon notice so quickly? People always seemed to be too much in their own little worlds, their own problems always bigger than the ones of their neighbor. Jimin gulped heavily, brushing through his pastel pink hair as he tried to ignore the burn behind his eyes and instead focus on the coffee machine again. He had to clean up the restaurant now. Nothing else but that. Jimin bit down on his lip hard – so hard, that he was almost scared to draw blood and only when he closed up the restaurant and was on his way home, did he let go.

…

“So, tell us,” Jungkook barged in through the door, the sounds of telephones and people outside growing louder, only to fall silent the moment the door to their office closed. The young detective sat himself right on top of Namjoon’s desk, not caring about how he was squishing a few files underneath with the weight of the gun around his holster. “We want all the details and judging by your look, you must have had a fun weekend with no sleep? And a lot of,” Jungkook leaned in a little more before whispering, “Sex.”

“How do you always get to know the gossip in here? I’m starting to think you’ve got all of our rooms bugged with mics or cams.” He didn’t even try to tell Kook to get his well-rounded ass of his table because he knew it would have no effect. The younger was untamable, a wild, reckless newbie with no respect for the elders. He would have been absolutely annoying if he wasn’t a kind soul deep down and despite his rebellious manner an outstanding trainee. He learned fast and took his work seriously even though he had the reputation of being a quipster as well. He also looked damn fine in his uniform. “Yes, I had a fun weekend, including what you think it did but no I definitely won’t give you any details. You are spoilt enough I don’t want to give you any wrong ideas.

Jungkook pouted, crossing his arms in front of his chest and then shrugged his shoulders, “Well, it’s good to know you got some then. Any chance of fucking that dude a few more times? I feel like you need the relaxation. You’re way too invested in your cases all the time…you need to relax.” He jumped off the table and passed Namjoon’s trusted partner, who was trying to ignore their discussion and concentrate on the pins on the wall, putting the puzzle pieces of their current case together. “You should see us as your role models. We’re relaxed as hell.” Jungkook said and let himself fall onto his own chair. “That is none of your business - but no, it was a onetime thing.” It had been nice but despite their initially good start they just hadn’t clicked all the way. There was absolutely no bad blood between them, and they had even exchanged numbers to maybe see each other for a coffee again so that they might keep in touch as friends and Namjoon knew that this was a good thing; he got laid, he’s had a fun weekend… and still he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointment. He had hoped that this time he would find someone who would make his heartbeat faster and that would stick around for longer than just one or two days. With all the chaos in his work and the thigs he saw he craved stability, the domestic rituals you got in a well-established relationship all the little things you had when you were in love but comfortably so with the knowledge that you could trust your partner a hundred percent. Namjoon was glad that Yoongi provided a distraction for him not to fall into that hole again.

“Are you sure this was a good idea of us in an office together?” Yoongi mumbled grumpily, the only input he gave to the conversation.

“No, it’s a terrible idea. But everything else is even worse - and the budget is always tight so let’s just make the most of it, as always and try to teach Kook some manners. We could use the handcuffs on him, demonstrations are always a good way to learn, right?”

“Yes, be my teacher, baby,” Jungkook cooed in a sophisticated tone of voice, “I’m all for handcuffs.” He chuckled, opening up his file to see the newest information on their case. “I’d offer you my body for all the wild kinks you have, Joonie but unfortunately this guy already has his hands full of me,” He nodded over to Yoongi, who was taking a paper off the clipboard and furrowed his brows in concentration, ignoring everything else around them. “So, I’m sorry. You have to find another cute guy. Isn’t there anyone else you’re interested in? Maybe I can play wingman for you? Or we could come to the next speed-dating with you. Heard they have cute uniforms at the restaurant.” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, “Is that another kink of yours? Is this why you always eat lunch alone and by yourself? Ah what a beautiful Monday morning. I love finding out about my superiors preferences.”

Namjoon arched his brow. He had no idea if Kook was just fucking with him or if his words held some truth (not the part about him agreeing to sex with him of course but the handcuff part) because Yoongi made sure that his partner kept his mouth shut about the sexual part of their relationship and Namjoon was thankful for that. He didn’t know if he would have been able to concentrate while being a room with both of them, thinking about their latest ‘adventures’ in the bedroom. He still could barely wrap his head around how Kook had bewitched Yoongi, the grumpiest, most unimpressed person he knew, yet the bouncy little newbie had conquered his heart by storm.

“Damn, you got me. I’m such a fan of uniforms I chose to work here - and that’s also why I don’t like you outside of work, when you’re missing your biggest charm.” Namjoon commented dryly and then added, “Seriously though I just like it there. It’s not the hypermodern stuff you have to endure at other cafes, the music is pleasant, and the colors are nice, the food and milkshakes are awesome, and the waiters are friendly. What more do you want?”

Jungkook clasped his heart, gasping in a fake manner as if Namjoon’s words had really hit him hard. “I knew it,” He shook his head and listened up when Namjoon was listing up all the things he loved about the restaurant. Jungkook furrowed his brows. He wasn’t a police officer for nothing. He could put one and one together easily and he noticed the way Joon’s voice dropped in the end, the slight blush on his cheeks that he hid behind the mug just now. “Friendly…, you sure about that?” Jungkook cocked up an eyebrow, “How about naked waiters except for the apron? Or, for normal people, like you and me of course, just someone you could share the lunch with? No one crossing your mind that you’d like to get to know better? That you’d love to talk to while sipping on your vanilla milkshake sharing one straw?” Jungkook giggled, noticing how Namjoon was shifting in his chair. He was thinking about someone in particular, he could tell. A confident smirk placed itself on his lips, “You’re thinking of one, right?”

He hated that Jungkook’s words had immediately put the image of Jimin naked with just the apron into his head and now it was in there and would surely pop up next time when Jimin asked him for his order to embarrass him. “Well, I’d like to talk to Hesse about one of his books but as he’s dead since 1962 that wish is pretty much futile and I don’t know if he would have enjoyed milkshakes. By the way it’s strawberry, not vanilla. Apart from that I have no one in mind,” He lied easily. He had absolutely no intention of letting Jungkook in on his interest in Jimin because Kook would surely turn it into something it wasn’t. Yes, Jimin was hot and he liked him, but he hadn’t been an option before as Namjoon had thought he was in a relationship. Now that he knew Jimin wasn’t already taken asking him out was a possibility... but he had no idea if Jimin was even interested. Maybe it would be totally weird for him and he had just been friendly because it was his job. He probably had to say ‘no’ to customers way too many times before and Namjoon didn’t want to be another name on that list.

“You’re boring!” It was Jungkook’s last statement, before returning his attention to his computer and his actual job. Namjoon simply mimicked him, happy that he stopped teasing him about his private life, but he was only starting to count the minutes until Jungkook found something else to tease him about.

“Fuck this dude,” Yoongi growled, getting the attention of both detectives, “How is it possible for him to come out of nowhere, stay in the shadows and still have one of the biggest drug networks we’ve ever seen. There must be a flaw about him, something, somewhere, I don’t know.” He sat down, rubbing his hands over his face and groaned, “He has to make a mistake. He just has to…”

Jungkook wordlessly got up and over to their coffee machine (he had ‘borrowed’ it from the main kitchen and brought it up into their office one day, neither of them had said something about it just accepting the fact that the machine was here now while the others had to buy themselves a new one). He poured in some of the black beverage into Yoongi’s favorite mug. No milk. No sugar. And brought it over to him. He took it from him with a faint smile, the ‘thank you’ getting lost in the first sip on the hot drink. Yoongi sighed, rubbing the side of his head, “Are you guys done with talking about naked waiters now? Because I’d like to hear about the report from the medical jurisprudence, as well as get that stupid search warrant.” He looked over to Namjoon, “Do you think we can get that today? You know the judge has a weak spot for you.” He blinked his eyes innocently and Jungkook quickly chimed in, pursing his lips into a pout and nodding with his big, pleading, puppy eyed look. They both knew how much he hated the judge, who was always a bit too touchy-feely with him. But they were right as well, she would give them anything if Namjoon would ask for it - but he would have preferred the professional way.

Jungkook’s pout quickly turned into a smirk, when Namjoon sighed and the young detective straightened up again, “Let’s go Yoongi, let’s look at dead bodies while Namjoon is flirting with old ladies.” He laughed and walked ahead, not even caring that Yoongi wasn’t right behind him, yet.

Yoongi hesitated for a moment, grabbing the file about the dead man they were about to ‘visit’ and looked at Namjoon. “You know I usually don’t say anything to it, but even I couldn’t ignore the look on your face before when Jungkook asked if there is someone.” He cocked his head aside and looked at his friend and colleague, “There is right? Then why are you hesitating? Don’t tell me you’re trying to find out everything there is about him before you ask him out? If yes, stop that. You always do that. Get involved with their life story, before you even ask them out.” He leaned in a little closer, “Let him tell his story. If there is a him, then just simply ask. Even if he says no, at least you can say you tried. What is stopping you?” Yoongi smiled turning towards the door, looking over his shoulder, “Or else I worry Jungkook will drag us to one of your dates soon. Picking apart every little detail you do wrong or right.” Then he closed the door behind him, quickly catching up with Jungkook.

Namjoon groaned deeply.

He appreciated Yoongi’s concern, especially because they had known each other for ages and Yoongi only spoke about private stuff if he really felt it necessary. Still he had enough trouble with his thought without the ‘assistance’ of his coworkers. Besides he couldn’t just waltz in there and ask Jimin out, could he? He could lose the other’s respect and friendship and his favorite milkshake place all in once if he fucked this up. He was almost glad that he had something to do that would keep him occupied.

Almost.

Because as soon as he had entered the judges office he knew why Jungkook had happily sent him there instead of going himself.

“Oh, Joonie bear, I haven’t heard you knock,” The woman said and quickly fixed her long, dark brown hair, “Did my secretary let you in? She is weak for handsome men. Who can blame her, right? Especially if they are the head detective of the police department and looking this good in a suit.” She winked at Namjoon playfully, smoothing down her pencil skirt before she walked around her table and leaned against the edge, “Though I prefer your uniform. How can I help you?”

Namjoon’s smile got more and more frozen. He was used to enduring her flirtatious behavior, but the pet name was a low blow that had his self-control wavering. He still kept smiling even though what he wanted was to get as far away from this room as possible. Though they needed that document and if a little bit of uncomfortableness on his side would make it land on their table a little bit more quickly than normal he would play along.

“Ah, I’m so sorry I have to bother you like this. I’m sure you’re busy and have more important things to do than talking to the police so I’ll make it quick to not keep your from your work: There’s a case I’m working on and we need a search warrant for a murder victim’s apartment. It’s not the crime scene and his wife is still there, not letting us inside but it’s vital for the investigation and we are absolutely certain we’ll find something... I’ll spare you the boring details. It would just really, really help us if we got the search warrant before she can clean out the whole apartment. And you know I’d never waste your time if I wasn’t absolutely certain, your sympathy is way too precious for me to ruin it with unimportant favors.”

She hummed, tipping her finger on her chin in thought, “So you’re asking me to be a little naughty and do something unprofessionally because I should trust your instincts?” A smirk placed itself on the judges lips, “How about if I want an unprofessional favor in return?” She walked over to Namjoon, her heels clicking slowly on the wooden floor until her hands could reach his tie. Her fingers slowly wandered up as she bit her lips. “Take me out for dinner, maybe? Tonight?”

“You know I would love to - but we shouldn’t be seen together at dinner, rumors can be like a bush fire in here and I don’t want to taint your reputation just because I did what I wanted. No one can say anything about a lunch break in the cafeteria though, lots of people do that. So how about we meet at your next lunch break instead? I’ll sneak in one of those soft baked chocolate cookies from the bakery across the police station. Do we have a deal?” It was a dangerous game to flirt back because if she really fell for it he would get both of them in trouble but if he flat out refused he would probably hurt her ego, maybe her feeling and definitely come back to the station empty handed, so he did what he could to keep everyone involved happy. He could do a lunch ‘date’.

“Yes, we do,” She got on her tip toes, holding onto Namjoon’s shoulders as she placed a kiss on his cheeks, leaving a red mark from her lipstick. Walking around her desk again, she quickly searched for what she needed and printed it. A stamp and signature later, Namjoon could finally step out of her office again, only to stumble right into his team.

Jungkook leaned against their car, sipping on a milkshake to go, while twirling the keys in his hands. Yoongi still sat in the passenger seat, sunglasses on, seat leaned back, taking a quick nap. Nothing about it screamed ‘cops’, the black car was an undercover one and all three of them loved it more than the usual police cars and working in casual clothes definitely came at its advantages.

“Oh, red suits you, but shouldn’t you wear it like…on your lips, instead of your cheeks?” Jungkook chuckled and cheered with the milkshake cup, “Don’t worry, we got you one, too.”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed and he was about to threaten that it would be one of them next time in there when he realized with horror that the milkshakes were from Jimin’s place. Oh god, Jimin had no clue that he was a cop and till now he’s had no idea about Namjoon’s crush on him! He would rather ask Jimin out himself and possibly embarrass himself than have his coworkers snooping around and making a fool out of him for sure.

It was settled then, he would go there tonight and talk to him, no matter the consequences, before his ‘friends’ fucked everything up before he’s even had a chance to try. If they hadn’t t done that already…

“Wait, since when are you too fans of milkshakes? What were you doing there?” He hurriedly wiped the lipstick off his cheek as Yoongi kept staring at it and smirking. “Don’t tell me you harassed the male waiters so see if anyone in there’s my type!” Luckily he didn’t really have one so they couldn’t have narrowed it down to Jimin. On the other hand, with his pink hair, pretty smile and full, sensual lips Jimin was pretty much outstanding on his own.

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “We just wanted to see and taste for ourselves what’s so amazing about the restaurant.” He poked Namjoon’s chest before giving him the keys, opening the car door to get behind Yoongi, “And I see where your kink with the cute uniforms come from now.” Sipping on his drink, Jungkook leaned back, waiting for Namjoon to get into the driver's seat, “Don’t worry, we didn’t harass anyone. We just had lunch, checked the restaurant out and yes, maybe we tried to figure out who in there could be your type.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, taking the search warrant from Namjoon, “Ignore him. We simply had lunch and he overanalyzed everything. Let’s just get our job done now.”

…

It was cold but that didn’t bother him. The leather jacket warmed him, as much as the drugs in his system. He never took the strong stuff as he needed a clear head, but a hint of uppers never hurt. Tae took another drag from his cigarette and waited for Jimin to close up the shop. The last customers had already left the store and Jimin had pulled down the blinds on the main windows so it would only be a matter of time before he came here to close the door that lead to the little side alley before he would lock the front door behind him. He knew the other’s routine as well as his own as he had been here regularly for month, sometimes with saying his boyfriend hello, sometimes just to see him from afar as Jimin had mood swings and didn’t always let him close.

Jimin had been on edge today, more nervous than usual and it all was just because there had been cops in the restaurant. He knew it was stupid, and if it hadn’t been for the police ID card that one of them put on the table, he probably wouldn’t have noticed it. And still, here he was, a bit more shaken than usual. Jimin hated it to be the one closing up the restaurant alone, but it was part of his job and those night shifts paid even better. He cleaned up everything thoroughly, quietly singing to himself as he mopped the floor and then proceeded to close up the register. Jimin made a quick run-through the kitchen, checking everything and adding things to the list that Jin needed to buy the next day. He yawned, raking a hand through his hair tiredly, before he finally got to his least favorite part – taking out the trash.

Jimin opened the back door with a push of his shoulders, carrying two bags, careful not to fall down the few steps in the dark alley and then tossed it into the big containers. He quickly wiped his hands on his apron clean, reaching behind his back so he could untie it – finally.

“Let me help you, baby.” Tae reached out and pulled Jimin back out on the strings of his aprons. The boy had flinched violently, and Tae chuckled. “Are you scared all one in the dark? Then why are you working those shifts? You know you don’t have to. Stop with the sulking and come back to my place. There’s a comfortably bed waiting for you, all for free. I miss you Minnie. So why don’t you just spare us both the waiting period and move back in with me?” He smoothed the younger’s apron down, dragging his hand all over his front while leaning in and whispering into his ear, “We both know you’ll come back to me, baby. Like you always do.”

Jimin was shivering, closing his eyes, praying to whatever god there was that this wasn’t happening right now – but Taehyung’s hands on his chest told him otherwise. The hot breath tingling his skin, his body stiff like a board.

“No,” He pushed his arms away from him as hard as he could and quickly turned around, taking a few steps away from him. “I won’t come back. I rather sleep on the street than next to you!” He spat out, venom dripping down every word he said. It was a stupid idea to anger him even more, but Jimin had enough. He couldn’t do this no more, and still he knew there was no running away. Not from Taehyung. He’d find him anywhere. “Please, just let me be,” Jimin shivered from the cold, hoping to take enough steps back to quickly rush back into the restaurant and barricade himself in.

Taehyung slowly came closer as if he had all the time in the world. They both knew that if Jimin tried to run from him that he would pull him back, quick and reckless and that Jimin’s actions would have consequences. They always had. He sighed deeply.

“I see. So, you’re still in defiance. I can’t wait for you to come crawling back to me and apologizing. Maybe I’ll make you wait because you dragged this out for so long - but no, I could never turn you away. I’m not as cold hearted as you. I love you. And I want to have you by my side again. You’re my one and only, baby. And you always will be.” As he had pulled down Jimin’s apron he had wiped over Jimin’s neck and the coverage so the small bruise there was visible again. When Tae saw it, he smiled happily. “Ah it’s still there, hu? But it still faded too quickly for my liking. Maybe I need to do a little more to remind you of my presence.“

“N-no, no,” Jimin shook his head, tears burning behind his eyes and before he could think about it he turned around and ran. Only he didn’t make it very far. Fueled by the drugs in his system, Taehyung growled, pulling Jimin back harshly and pushed him furiously against the cold stone wall behind him. For a moment, Jimin saw nothing but black and a few white dots flying around. He was almost thankful for it, hoping that the darkness would just pull him under, make his knees weak and let himself fall but the sudden pain around his throat made him stay upright. Taehyung wrapped his hand around it with relish, slowly tightening his hold and pressing down until his fingers were digging into the skin. “You bruise so easily, baby. I love to paint you blue and purple – and then kiss it better when you‘re writhing under me. Tell me sweetheart, isn‘t your bed cold and empty at night? I know you wouldn‘t dare to take someone home so I wonder if you‘re trying to ignore your needs or if you‘re being naughty, fucking yourself on some toys each night while you think about how good it felt when I fucked you open.” He leaned in, kissing Jimin briefly before growling low, “You can have that again. If you want right here if that‘s your cup of tea now.“

Jimin let out a pathetic whimper, trying to breathe through the pain but Taehyung was successfully choking him in his hold, making it so much harder to get air into his lungs. “F-fuck you,” Jimin choked out the words, crying out when Taehyung bit into his skin, sucking and bruising his skin in the process to leave an even bigger mark. He closed his eyes, turning his face away from his ex-boyfriend. He had never thought that his life would be like this – a nightmare. 

A living hell. 

He’d rather die right now than be with Taehyung one more night again.

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Break Through

Break Through - Kidge Month Day 8 Prompt Fill Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge Summary: Third part that goes along with these: [One, Two]. With leads and intel running out, Keith and Pidge take a break from their Garrison investigations to grab a bite and maybe raise their spirits. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

She dragged one hand through her hair and let out a loud, infuriated growl. "How are they doing this?" Her voice came out more as a screech than a shout, which caused her partner to wince a bit. A part of her said she should feel guilty, but the much larger part of her was just pissed. “There’s no way that they’ve upped their security this much in less than two months! I shouldn’t be running into this much trouble trying to track down files!”

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out. We’ve already had smaller breaks in this whole thing," He said, a bit of frustration starting to tinge the edge of his words. He pushed another pin into the cork board they used with more force than necessary, clearly trying to keep a handle on his own irritation.

She glared at him over her shoulder, reaching up to push her hair out of her face. "We've been at this for five weeks and we've gotten almost nowhere!"

He glared back at her before indicating her laptop with one hand. "We know there's a missing audio file; that's a huge step in the right direction!" He glanced back at the cork board to verify where they pin had been placed. It was covered in a maps and photos, with pieces of colored yarn attaching each map to its corresponding photo. She could see the familiar spark of determination in his dark eyes as he observed all they’d discovered so far. "It's only a matter of time before we find it."

She scoffed, feeling no where near as certain as he did. "Unless they completely wiped the hard drive. They wouldn't want potentially damning evidence like that just sitting pretty for someone with a little bit of hacking skill to find. It's a huge liability that they can't afford," She grumbled, closing her laptop and shoving it aside. For as much as she wanted to keep going, a part of her felt so tired. She’d been working tirelessly since two and a half weeks ago, when she’d first found the clue in some confidential emails that there was a final audio log picked up from the Kerberos mission. “The Garrison is run by a bunch of assholes, but they’re clever assholes, Keith.”

Keith stared at her before sighing, setting his hands on his hips and looking down at his boots. "Maybe we need a break to help clear our heads. We can get some food or something,"He suggested, lifting his gaze again to look at her. She didn’t look over at him, though, and instead decided to focus on the tiny hole starting to appear in the old socks she was wearing. "Wanna go to the new Denny's they opened up?"

"Whatever," She sighed, stretching her legs out and getting up.

She toed her sneakers on while she pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail, wanting to just get it over with. Her stomach roiled quietly, clearly thrilled at the idea of food, but she didn’t want to yet. She wanted to stay and work more, try to find an answer. If it was there, surely she could find it with a little more time! But no, just because she was feeling a little frustrated, Keith decided they needed to stop any progress! Did he just not care about the fact that the Garrison was spitting outright lies about what had happened to Shiro, Matt and her Dad? She’d noticed he seemed more interested in whatever strange energy reading he’d been tracing through the desert.

She was silent the whole ride to Denny’s staring at the window, stewing in her resentment at Keith for dragging her out.

Despite it being well after midnight, there was a modest crowd at the restaurant. Not enough people that it looked like they’d need to worry about waiting long for service, but certainly more than she’d been anticipating. Normally when they felt the need for post-dinner-pre-breakfast pancakes, they were the only diners in the place. They had to wait a moment while the server dropped some drinks off at one table before being greeted properly.

He offered them a small smile. He seemed a bit tired, but the smile was still genuine. "Good evening. Just two for you?" He asked as he reached to grab two menus.

"Yes, please. Thanks," Keith said gently. They were led to the dining room and were given a corner booth, with an empty booth between them and another pair of dinners. Pidge immediately scooted in as far over she could, glaring out the window again. While she did that, Keith ordered their drinks and opened his own menu. "You know, sitting there and pouting won't accomplish anything, Katie."

She looked over and glared harder, miffed to find he hadn’t even lifted his eyes from the page to address her. "Maybe if I was at my computer I'd be able to do something,"

"Patience yields focus, you know," He commented casually, tilting his head a bit as he looked over an item. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his words and how completely cliche they were. Where had he heard that from, she wondered. The server returned with their drinks and then headed off again at Keith saying they needed more time. She pulled her own drink over and took a sip, unsurprised at the taste of Dr. Pepper. He knew her so well. "Hmm. If I order some mozzarella sticks, would you have some?"

"Where did you hear the hoakey nonsense?" She asked as she stirred her ice with the straw.

He looked confused, finally tearing his gaze from the menu to look at her. "Well, I'm not hungry enough to eat a full meal and a whole order of mozzarella sticks on my own. Plus, I know you like them, too, so it just made sense to ask,"

"What? No, not about the mozzarella sticks," She said, taking another sip before opening her own menu. She may as well figure out what she wanted for herself, too. "That thing you said just now, about patience and what not?"

"Patience yields focus?" He repeated, clearly confused.

"Yeah, that. Where did you hear that from?"

"Oh, Shiro used to say it all the time, when I'd get pissy about stuff with the Garrison. It... It's helped me a lot through this whole situation, remembering what he said back then," He admitted, suddenly seeming uncomfortable. He tore his gaze down, swiped up his water, and started chugging it, as if trying to wash the taste out of his mouth.

"Oh," She trailed off, looking away for a moment before looking back over at him. And, this time, she really looked at him. She had enough time of knowing him to be able to read his subtle gestures. One hand was gripping his water like he was trying to shatter it, the other drumming along the table. His eyes had returned to fix on the menu, but they weren’t registering the words on the page, cloudy with pain. Her own heart lurched, knowing that look and that pain all too well. She looked back down at her drink as shame swallowed her whole. "I'm sorry."

He perked up in surprise and looked at her, blinking rapidly to recompose himself. "For what?"

"You're going through all of this junk, too, and sometimes I forget that. I need to be more aware that I'm not going through this all alone, that you’re trying just as hard as I am,” She admitted, peeking up at him as she spoke.

"It's okay; it's not like I don't occasionally forget myself," He said, offering her a small half-smile in return. Some of the shame wiped away and she squared her shoulders a little bit more as he returned his attention to the menu, turning the page and looking at the dinner options. "When we get back to the house, we should watch a movie or something. Oh, or we could listen to music and just veg out."

“You mean like we used to do on the Garrison roof?” She laughed.

“Yeah, only way better, because we can play the music as loud as we want,” He said with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, but can you even get your stereo up there? Since, you know, you don’t just use streaming sites like the rest of modern society,” She teased, peering over the different breakfast options. She wanted the mozzarella sticks, but pancakes also sounded really good.

He laughed back and took another, smaller sip from his water. “Oh, please! Your streaming sites are only good when you have internet connection. Having a physical copy of the album to use is a great approach; especially with bands or albums that are particularly great,” He retorted.

She opened her mouth to respond before a thought occurred to her, causing her to gasp. “Keith, you genius!” She squealed, reaching across the table to grab his face and pull him closer.

He looked stunned and stared back at her, blinking slowly, before chuckling. “Ah, made you see the light of day?”

“No, what you just said! That it’s good to have a physical copy of something, in case you can’t access it otherwise! That would also be a great approach when dealing with sensitive materials, such as classified files from a computer? Burning a physical copy to keep tucked away somewhere safe, so that you still have a record of it, to maybe assure that people snooping around on your computer can’t find it?” She pressed further, lowering her voice as she spoke her last few words, not wanting to risk being overheard. They hadn’t encountered anyone from the Garrison in their time off base, but she was still a fan of being safe rather than sorry.

He sucked in a quiet breath, eyes widening. “It’s a huge liability they can’t afford, but they also can’t risk not having it, in case of the higher ups wanting it,” He breathed out.

“Exactly,” She hummed, letting go of his face and slumping back in her seat. Her lips turned up in a grin. “Celebratory mozzarella sticks?”

“Fuck it, let’s go all out. Celebratory mozzarella sticks and celebratory milkshakes,” He said with a smirk of his own.

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Pen Pals

Part 6

Summary: Y/N and Nikki have known Each other forever but haven’t seen each other since they where 12 years old. But that’s all gonna change.

Word Count: 1,510

Warnings: Language, purchase and use of Pot, fluffy stuff.

Note: I should probably do a disclaimer for bad grammar, spelling mistakes. Don’t @ me I’m Dyslexic and I’m just having fun!

To day is the day! It’s your birthday and you finally going to get your freak on party and go to the highly anticipated Whisky A Go Go. Tommy said he would come with you and Nikki and you didn’t even have to persuade Mick to join you guys. You are so excited that you are bouncing on the couch. The guys where all hanging out at Nikki’s while you wait for Tommy’s friend Vince to show up. Your excitement must have been noticeable because Nikki came to sit next to you on the couch. Placing a hand on your thigh he asked. “Are you okay doll? You’re shaking.”

“Im just so excited it’s my Birthday we are gonna go party and the band might be compete today and and…,” you trail off smiling like a kid in a candy store. “Come have a dart with me before Tommy’s friend show up.” Taking Nikki’s hand you walk out onto the balcony. So far this thing with Nikki was going smoothly, you just hope that you don’t crash and burn. Nikki hands you the pack of cigarettes and you take one and light it. Tommy came out to and was probably just as jittery as you where.

“You two need to calm your shit, you’re shanking the whole balcony.” Nikki says taking your hand again. Rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand attempting to relax you. So you took a few breaths to calm yourself when you hear a car pull up blasting music.

“Tommy your boys here.” Nikki says.

“No shit Sherlock” Tommy replies.

You look down and see Vince the dude has some seriously beautiful blonde locks. That’s when you spot her, the bitch that ran into you at the party. You tense a bit OH hell no you think. That’s when Nikki and Tommy finished there darts and went back inside to great Vince. You decided to collect yourself before walking in so you wouldn’t make a scene.

A few moments later you walk into the living room. The Nikki was going the intros when you walked in. With his bass slung over his shoulder he walks over and puts an arm around you.

“Oh and this is Y/N, hopefully you ladies will get along.” Nikki says smiling.

“Thats highly unlikely.” The blonde girl says ignoring you standing buy the couch with the biggest bitch face I’ve ever seen. Nikki chose to ignore her comments and turned to Vince to ask “Listened to the tapes?”

“Yeah.”

“And we have some Lyrics for you to ‘Live Wire.‘”

“Yeah, I liked this one.”

That’s when the guy start to mess around a bit and warm up their Guitars. Vince noticed that his girl was looking around and judging everyone so he walked over to ask her what was wrong. With the space cleared you walk from the balcony to a stack of amps that you normally sit on when the guys are over.

“I’m just trying to see if they are good enough to play with you baby.”

That’s when Mick stems his guitar to silence her. Vince sing the lyrics to Live Wire as you sit and watch. Not to bad you think to yourself but something is missing. The blonde goes and sits on Nikkis couch watching to. You can tell she hates it and that makes you love there music even more. So she stands up and you look at her dumbfounded.

“This isn’t right, all right. Stop” She says getting up and waving her hands in the air.

“Sorry what?” Nikki says starting to get pissed. He looks over at you and you smile at him.

“This music is way to heavy baby.”  

Thats when you get up and walk over to the guys. They are all laughing and sniggering at this girl.  

“Hey can I see that?” you ask Vince of the lyrics. He hands them over to you and you look at them for a moment. “How about you try tuning it all down a bit.” Thats when tommy jumped in and said.

“Let’s play it faster too.” Pointing at the lyrics showing Nikki and Vince and telling them. “If you really stretch out the chorus here.”

Pointing, Nikki says and really punch the top man”

The guys all re tune there instruments and you walk back over to the amp and shit down. Thats when the blonde tried to talk again but Nikki beet her to it buy saying.

“And muzzle that”

That’s when the blonde stood up again to say “Hey, Fuck you asshole!”

Mick he started to play and this guitar to shut her up. Well, this time the only words you could think of was holy fucking shit they sound so good. You could tell that this time she was a little bit more impressed, sitting back down. The guys where all smiles and in that moment you knew that this was it. Vince was the guy they have been looking for.

“Holy shit” The girl said from the couch.

So you looked at and replied “That’s right holy shit. Do you think they are good enough to play with him now?” She just looked at you and didn’t reply.

After they finished playing Live Wire the guys started to talk about how great they sounded and Nikki and Mick went over the other songs to make some adjustment so they would sound better with Vince’s voice.

You decided that you wanted a joint so you got up and went to the balcony. Sitting down and pulling on of the joints out of your pocket and lighting. Taking a long drag you look out over the sunset strip. If you didn’t have your dream job you would never leave this place. The sun beating down on you, you take another drag from the joint and that’s when Nikki popped his head outside.

“You didn’t think id like to come out for a smoke with you?” he asked reaching his hand out for the joint. You hand it to him as he sits on the other patio chair. “What do you think of Vince?” Nikki asks handing back the joint.

“He’s really good. His voice works so well with the way you guys play. The only down side is the chick.” You reply.

“The chick left for work but Vince is still here, we are gonna get some food and then we are gonna come up with band name. You know before we go celebrate your birthday.” Nikki tells you taking the joint to take e the last drag before putting it out.

“I could go for some food right now. Can we go to Denny’s I really want their cheese friends and a milkshake?”

“Of course doll, It is your birthday after all.” Taking your hand you and Nikki walk about into the living room and with that. The group was off to Denny’s.

After you ate more food the necessary you where back in Nikki’s pick up driving back to the apartment. Tommy and Mick went in Tommy’s van because they didn’t want to be squished in the back with Vince. It really didn’t take long to get back from Denny’s it was so close you honestly could have walked but LA heat and leather pants don’t mix.

Now back at the house everyone it sitting around the little coffee table bull shitting  and being guys. Tommy decided to kill cockroaches with a homemade hairspray flame thrower. Nikki has his arm around you and you can’t help but think that this place is gonna be a lot harder to leave then you originally thought. Just then Tommy sat down and it was time to get to business.

“So I was thinking we gotta go big man. Like Stadium shows but in the clubs because the people need a little anarchy and we are gonna give it to them.” Then he shows the guys a piece of paper with a pentagram on it and X-MASS.

“X, Mass?” Vince askes.

“I give it a 1.9” Mick replies.

“It’s a play on Christmas, we can use all the Christ imagery and shit. It will piss people off and also make them think.” He got nothing all the guys just looked at him. “Well, do you guys have anything better?” Nikki asked handing out the paper. Quickly Tommy wrote something down and then Mick did as well. Tommy turns his around and it says.

“Four skins? Really Tommy?” You ask.

“Yeah, because we are gonna fuck the crowd in the face every night.”

“But could you see that on the sign above the Marquee? Come on guys we gotta have something better then that. Mick?”

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He flipped around the paper and it read Motley Crew. The guys all look at each other and smiled this is it you know it is. Nikki took the paper and did a few changes. Turning around the paper to reveal the bands new name.

Mötley Crüe

[lovelycutebeauty]

For me, for now.

Hi, I'm Sajan. Sajan Arun P, and I am no longer ashamed of my name but, I am still ashamed of myself. I'm working on that. I want to speak of things. I don't know what or how but I want to try and that counts. Doesn't it? . Snippets of me. With hints of advice. . Consider me your average human. I like things. I like doing things and I dislike things and dislike doing things. Somethings are more important than the others. I love more than I can hate. I even love that I have the ability to hate. So, your extreme optimist. This also indicates that I dream a lot. I have crazy energy backed up with spontaneous ideas. NOTHING CAN STOP ME. Other than, of course, the usual dry spell and depressive moods. I can function properly to an extent. I need recharge time which changes as steadily as my mood swings. . Don't apologise for what you feel. Hide it if necessary but never apologize. . I believe that words are words and should not be censored just like body parts. Although a disclaimer would be nice. Right and wrong should not be left to the unempathethic and unjust. I believe that everyone and everything deserves love and forgiveness. There can be necessary evils in the past but we must not continue using that excuse. Speaking of excuses, if you use them. Make up for it. Also, I'm agnostic. . You are the boss of you. Move accordingly. . Romantic relationships are important but, not the sole fucking reason of existence. Love people, love things, love beliefs, love yourself, love for Love's sake or don't. Up to you. Just don't be blinded and conceited. Love is supposed to be understanding and mindful. It is a mixture. It is wholesome. It can be felt. Love is nice. I hope everyone feels, falls and gets to be loved. Truly. . Never confuse drama with happiness. . I like to watch, write, listen, read, think, express, eat, drink and other various common human activities. You know, dissolve myself into the night sky with just enough stars. Binge watch shows. Binge eat ice cream. Start exercising and forget about it. I want to see more of the world..  Want to see more of my life. People, things, and unexplored parts of the universe! . There's more to your life than the eye can see. Explore in different ways. . I love people. Normal people. Broken people. Healing people. Growing people. I want to be able to help people. I may not be the best fit but I'm not meant to be saving everyone. I can only try to "never be cruel...always be kind" but, hey I'm broken and healing and growing too. I do not have all the answers. I don't even have my answers. I stick to my convenient ways and can only hope to get better ways. I want to help both you and me. To the best I can. . I want to get better, along with everything and everyone. . I also love caramel and butterscotch ice creams and milkshakes. I hate tomatoes, onions, brinjals, cinnamon, cloves, cardamoms, saffron and some people. I'm working on that. I love art and texts. Confrontations and frankness. Tv shows and friends. Movies and skies. Rocks and space. Music and writing. Chemistry and puns. Hugs and nice pillows. Alcohol and correcting grammar while I ignore mine. And much much more that I'll keep to myself. These are mine. I may share them and that's okay. . When I love, I love. . Maybe I love too much. I would've settled for that description but it doesn't work. I'm afraid of not loving enough. I don't know if I can love everything. Nope, I know it. I can't. I simply wouldn't be able to. I am human. I love what I can experience and that is limited. That's why I can never have favourites but I will later on. When I give up on loving everything. Maybe I'll decide that I've loved enough. Maybe I will know what and whom to love. Maybe I will. . At least that's what I think and hope. . I hate goodbyes. It crushes me each time. My defense mechanism isn't perfect. Bad days are when I'm not even Sajan anymore. I don't know how to feel. I can pretend. It's easier than it looks if you know a few tricks but it'll always slip out. I'm afraid that I'll grow up to be the equivalent of melancholy. Unfortunately, I romanticize that future. I somehow convinced myself that that is the best version of me. It's a guilty pleasure.  Let's move on. . Pain should be understood. Not hated. . Know this, ye who listens. What I have told you is merely the present's understanding. It will change. I will grow. I will break. I will heal. History may repeat itself, so might I. Take from this what you will, I have said my piece. . The tale is sung. Will you listen to more or will you sing your own?

-T.B

[writerofmanyfandoms]

Forbidden Romance: Chapter Two

Summary: The two of you finally get to catch up at your favorite lunch spot. You aren’t sure how much longer you can hold your secret, and how will Obi-Wan react if you were to tell him??

Pairing: Obi-Wan x Reader

Word Count: 1323

Warnings: Angst (later on), fluff, language, and the possibility of an NSFW chapter.

Author’s Note: Chapter 2 is out! I am honestly so amazed by the positive response, this definitely makes me want to keep putting stuff out. I appreciate every single one of my followers and those who read and like my content. This is such an amazing feeling, thank you all so much! Without further ado, here is chapter two! (I made myself laugh for five minutes over that rhyme) GIf is not mine, belongs to Giphy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or the characters in Star Wars.

{Chapter One} {Chapter Three} {Chapter Four} {Chapter Five}

Sitting. Waiting. Wondering. Would Obi-Wan ever show up, or did he decide just to skip out? He had asked to meet you at your favorite café, “Café Moonlight”, as they had the best drinks and sandwiches. It was also where you and Obi-Wan had your first lunch together, so it became somewhat of a tradition. Usually, when he first got back from a mission, he would let you know and you two would catch up over a shared shake and some fries. However, as the war got more intense, your traditional lunch slowly quit happening. So needless to say, you were quite excited when he asked you for lunch.

The weather was pretty chilly, and you pulled your jacket closer to you. You picked the usual seat, a small outside table that felt secluded from the rest of the place.

“Still waiting on your friend honey?” The Twi’lek waitress asked, refilling your water.

“Yes, ma’am. He should be here soon.” You say, rather sheepishly as you smile up at her.

“Of course honey, let me know if you need anything.” She said, walking off to attend to her other tables.

You knew this wasn’t like Obi-Wan, and you couldn’t help but be a little worried? What if someone attacked during their meeting? What if he had gotten hurt? You tried to calm your thoughts as you surveyed the area. The café was gorgeous at night, the neon usually illuminating the outside dining area, with décor on the fencing. Though while the sun was still up, the place was still pretty. Luckily it wasn’t too busy, and there were only two other tables outside.

When your eyes locked onto the figure of Obi-Wan, you couldn’t help but look overjoyed. Relief washed over you, and couldn’t help but to grin at his cute but apologetic smile. “Y/N! I am so sorry!” He said quickly, his voice rushed as he sat opposite of you. You could tell he had been in a hurry to get to you, something that made you feel rather giddy about.

“Oh no, no, no. Don’t be sorry Obi-Wan. It isn’t your fault! If I learned anything from you Jedi, it is that you can never have too much patience.” You tell him, not being able to wipe that damn giddy smile off your face. You couldn’t help it, you liked this man so much, and his presence always made you happy.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but chuckle at your response, rolling his eyes playfully. “The meeting was pretty long and ended way later than I expected. But I am so glad to have a couple of days to just relax here. The last mission was pretty hectic.” He informed you, both of you ordering your meal and a shake as the waitress came back by.

It wasn’t long until the two of you were deep in conversation over your sandwich, fries, and milkshake. Obi-Wan trusted you like no other, and even if he shouldn’t, he always felt so comfortable talking to you. You listened to his rants, worries, and everything in between. You were always there for him, and he couldn’t thank you more for that. He knew that after a tough day or a long mission, you would be there to help him. Despite it being against the code, he had grown strong feelings for you. It was as if the force connected him to you and you to him, and he couldn’t deny the connection. He didn’t know how much longer he could deny you. Times like this made him wish Qui-Gon were still around, he would know just what to say and do.

“Sometimes I can’t help but worry about Anakin. I know I shouldn’t, but I just want him to make the right choices. Especially with Ahsoka.” He admitted, before popping a fry into his mouth.

“It’s only natural for you to worry, you are really close with Anakin, and you’ve known him for quite a long time. Besides, Ahsoka has improved so much with Anakin, I think he’s doing fine. After all, he did get training from the best.” You say, half teasing, grinning at the man in front of you.

“Really, you honor me with your compliments.” Obi-Wan teased back, smiling back at you.

You knew this wasn’t supposed to feel right, but it did. You wanted to lean in and kiss as if it was something the two of you always did. To go home with each other, and get to feel his warm embrace all night long. You knew it couldn’t happen, yet somehow, it felt as if it should happen. It felt as if he was meant for you, and you for him. It felt as if you could spend the rest of your life with him, and nothing would make you happier.

Before the two of you knew it, the shake was gone and the plate was empty. Obi-Wan was quick to pay for the two of you, but you tried to decline his offer.

“Why don’t I walk you home, so we can spend a bit more time together?” He asked you, raising an eyebrow.

“What, no romantic ride through the city to get to my apartment? Wow, it looks like you are losing your touch Obi-Wan.” You tease him, a slight giggle escaping your lips.

“Oh, I am truly sorry milady. If I would have known a romantic ride was what you wanted, I would have planned ahead.” He joked, slightly nudging you.

Luckily for you, the walk to your apartment wasn’t a short one. It was fifteen minutes at best, though it seemed short with Obi-Wan around. A couple of minutes before you arrived at your building, it began to downpour.

“I didn’t know rain was scheduled for today,” Obi-Wan said, trying to cover the two of you as you both began to sprint through the streets.

“That is probably why we haven’t seen too many people out and about today.” You answered, trying to get under his robe as he held it over the two of you.

You both ran as quickly as you could, not being able to control the laughter as thunder crackled in the skies above. It felt like forever before you two reached your apartment, and the pair of you were a little more drenched than either one of you liked to be.

“Why don’t you come in? Get out of the weather?” You offered as you began to unlock your door.

“As much as I would love to, I am supposed to meet with Anakin shortly. But since I will be around for a little bit, I get to see you tomorrow.” Obi-Wan told you, and for whatever damn reason you turned around quickly.

It was as if someone was controlling your body, and you were on autopilot. You gazed into his eyes, and something was telling you to kiss him. Normally you ignored it, but you found yourself placing your hands in his beard, gently bringing him closer to you. It wasn’t long before your lips met his, in the most gentle and cautious of kisses. Surprisingly, you were the one who pulled away first, with your face as red as can be.

“I am so sorry.” You muttered out, before quickly entering your apartment, and shutting the door behind you. You sank down to the ground and pulled your knees to your chest. What had you just done? You just kissed Obi-Wan Kenobi, you were lucky that no one was around.

What you didn’t know was that on the other side of the door Obi-Wan was staring at the place where you once stood, wishing he could have said something that made you stay. He wanted to knock, to talk to you. But thought you wanted to be left alone, and stepped away with a frown, even though he wanted so badly to reassure you that everything was okay.

[fuck-customers]

Fuck everyone here except like three people

Okay disclaimer: this is gonna be long. I'm so mad I need to vent. So! I work at a 24 hour breakfast place. Except we close on weekdays and 24 weekends. Anyways. I've worked here about two years, I use to work in a different one that was amazing for two years but upon moving I transferred. For the past two years I've given this place my all! I work the shifts no one wants, graveyard or late night depending on the days. I get the most compliments from my guests and get high praise from the owner. It was really great! But recently things have stared to fuck up. So to start, Every weekend before morning shift comes in I make sure to stock cups! I fill our cup area to the max because I know that weekends are super busy (plus it looks nice and organized.) I don't want my co-workers to run out of To-go cups while they're in a rush and I want to make sure they won't have to worry about restocking them at the end of the day. I've been doing that since I got here and no one has ever complained. Until today! I was informed upon coming to work that if I stock the cups up I'd be written up! I was shocked! The cups are used A LOT and if I don't stock them they'll run out. (Togo cups are used by college students more often than anyone and we live in a town with a big collage) Fine. Whatever. I won't stock the cups. I was trying to help but for whatever reason I'm making it "harder" on everyone??? How??? Legit my coworker agreed.it was bullshit! I'm the only person who stocks the to-go cups! He's even admitted that! Another thing I do is I make sure everything is prepped for the next server for morning! I get Oj, apple juice and refill all the condiments and sauces. I fill all the ice bins as well, clean off tables, milkshake machine and wash the iced coffee pitcher/make new iced coffee (I refuse to serve my guests old iced coffee!! Gross!! ), I roll all the silverware and fill our hot cocoa machine. I do a lot more too, just whatever needs to get done! Every weekend morning I have the same lady come in to take over my shift. I always make sure her area is prepped and ready to go! I do it the same way every week since she's never ever complained to me about it. That way she doesn't have to stress and can just take care of the guest! Ialways would get excited for her to come in so I could show her pictures of my animals too before leaving for the night. I found out tonight that she talks major shit about me. She apparently never has anything good to say she just finds whatever to bitch about. She tells people I'll out "too much ice" in her bins or I don't "leave enough mugs" for her. Then she'll pick apart how I look or sound. Like!!!? Why?! I've never done anything too you??? Okay! Not doing that shit for you anymore, bitch. Another fun thing! We sell hot cocoa and sell it a lot. For about 3 dollars usd you're suppose to get a 16 oz mug of cocoa. It says so in the handbook and on the 'how to make' wall we have. But my coworkers all give people hot cocoa in these dinky little 8 oz mug that's for kids hot chocolate. They charge them the 3 dollars too! The kids hot cocoa is 1.50!! They charge them double for a kids hot cocoa!! Well today I got informed if I don't start giving my guests the small mugs of cocoa I was being written up! And when i said we were scamming our guests I got told that the owner makes the rules and not corporate or w/e So fucking great! Now I have to swindle money out of my guests because this place is cheap! That's not all either. Guess what mother fucking else I found out TONIGHT! So like-- 9 months ago I got top surgery. I was so happy! But my work doesn't pay you for medical stuff if they don't have proof that you're not just ditching which I totally understand! Now I pass 100% of the time give or take people who hear my voice in the phone. I've never had to tell anyone I work with that I'm transgender. It's never been talked about to ANYONE! But when I had my surgery I had to out myself to my manager, owner and comanager and show them my doctor and therapist note. My manager at the time was a God sent and she and the owner we're so so sweet about it (she quit sadly) but the comanager-- not so much. She wasn't mean (to my face) but the second she found out apparently she took it upon herself to tell EVERYONE that I was "once female". And you know what? I normally work alone so I had no idea. But tonight my coworker informed me that it was often the talk of the morning crew and everyone knows and they fucking gossip about it. Whenever a new person gets hired and ask about night shift they're told without hesitation. So now everyone is fully aware I'm trans even these people I've never even met. My hesrt is so broken. Being trans isn't bad and I'm very opened about it but work is some place I don't discuss it. Idk who anyone is or how they're gonna react. The sad part is I can't even tell coorporate because I don't have "solid" proof. Rip. So tonight's been awful. I've legit done nothing I normally due tonight after all this! My guests and my job mean the world to me. Yes some of them do suck but in the end making people happy is what's important too me, and this job is just until my career kicks off but I still want to make sure people have the best time when they walk through the doors. That's what I would want so I give them my all when I can. I also love working for this company. It's just this fucked up place!! Im just at my wit's end right now. Nothing is clean, I didn't stock anything, and if my co-workers late (like she always is) I'm going to leave ON TIME and not give a shit if I get in trouble because I'm so done! I go above and beyond what I'm suppose to do, I work alone, I don't get breaks, I even buy things for my guests! (Party hats/candles for when they have birthdays, stickers for kids, etc) I just don't understand why these people are doing this. I hardly talk to anyone but my new manager who's probably one of the few good people in this place. Idk man, I leave here in half an hour and I'm calling out tomorrow. I can't be my best after this and my guests deserve the best but these people don't. Fuck them. Tltr: I'm being threatened with write ups for bullshit reasons because people are petty, I've been outted as trans and it's always the talk of the morning crew, people talk shit about me, all I do is try to make work easier for morning and afternoon shift and they hate me for zero actual reason and I'm calling out tomorrow because fuck them! I love my guests! I hate my coworkers.

[restlessmelodrama]

Say I Never Mattered Chapter 2  *:･ﾟ✧

Steve Harrington x Y/N Henderson (Slowburn)

Warnings: Sexual assault, swearing, angst

Playlist

Chapter 1  / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 /

Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

A/N: This chapter is dark and I feel bad for giving the reader such a dramatic backstory because Y/N is precious and needs to be protected at all costs, which is not what is happening in this story, sorry.

Also know, that the actions portrayed in this are in no way, okay or healthy and if you ever find yourself in a situation like this or you know someone who has dealt or still deals with this kind of behavior, getting help is important.

Help hotline/ Chat and information on the topic:  https://www.rainn.org/after-sexual-assault

Nonetheless, thank you so much for your love on the last Chapter. I really didn’t expect that. <3 I hope you like this as well. :)

Also, a small disclaimer: English is not my first language, so I’m really sorry in advance for any grammatical or spelling errors. 

Dustin opened the door and the warmth of the little Diner wrapped around you like a fuzzy blanket. The sound of Daryl Hall and John Oate’s “You Make My Dreams“ reached your ears muffled, heart still beating like a drum. You stepped in and saw him right away, sitting in a red booth to your left in the back of the room. His head was resting in his right hand, fingers tangled in his hair. In his left hand, he was holding a cup. Coffee, you assumed. He loved coffee. He always had. No sugar, no milk.

He must have felt you stare because he slowly tilted his head up, looking directly at you. You clenched your jaw, still staring at him, but now in his brown eyes. The eyes, you had always found comfort in, were now gazing at you, seemingly ripping you into pieces. Everything was messed up. You never thought that you would feel like that about him. Not about Steve Harrington. But you did.

He opened his mouth to say something only to close it again.

You were shaking your head, a determined look on your face.

And he knew it was better to back off. He was able to see right through you, at least that’s what he'd always thought. Steve knew you were too hurt to talk right now.

You closed your eyes and turned around, so he was now looking at your back. You couldn’t deal with seeing his face any longer. You were so close to breaking down. The day had been horrible from the moment you had opened your eyes and the one person who normally made everything go away for a few hours, had contributed to the horrible this time.

Why did this have to happen to the only good, constant thing in your life?

“…and a strawberry milkshake with a little whip cream on top.

No, you know what, make it a lot! I’m feeling generous tonight!“, your brother chuckled, turning around to face you. He’d been too busy ordering, to have noticed what was going on.

But his smile disappeared quickly when he caught a glimpse of your pained expression.

“What’s wrong Y/N?“, he asked, sounding confused.

You looked over your shoulder when you heard a door slam shut behind you.

The cup was still on the table, but no one was holding it.

A few dollar bills were left next to it.

You gulped, kind of disappointed, that he didn’t try harder.

Dustin followed your gaze.

“Where’s Steve?“ he asked after seeing, that his possible ride home had disappeared.

“Uh, I don’t know.“, you responded, your voice cracking slightly.

You turned around to look at your brother. You tried to smile but your eyes were glassy.

“What's going on?”, he wanted to know.

You never acted like that, not if nothing majorly bad happened.

Now he was worried.

You didn’t respond because you weren’t sure what to tell him.

“I’m here to listen, if you wanna talk about something, you know that right?“, Dustin said softly.

You gave him a gentle smile,

“Thanks, Dusty. I really appreciate it. But not tonight.“

Dustin was a little angel, though you would never admit it to him, it was true.

He genuinely cared about everyone and he was always there for you or at least tried to be. It just wasn’t appropriate to dump all your problems onto your sibling. You were older. It was your responsibility to listen to his dilemmas and try to help him solve them. Not the other way around.

You sighed and took the tray with your milkshakes and Dustin’s fries, which had been sitting on the counter and placed it on a table nearby. Both of you sat down in the booth and it was silent again. The only sounds audible this far into the night in such a small town were, Dustin eating his fries, you nipping on your strawberry milkshake and a soft tune coming from the radio.

You could feel the tension in the air and were trying to think of a way to get rid of it. You knew Dustin was sad, that you didn’t talk to him about tonight but what were you even supposed to say? You didn’t even quite understand what was going on yourself. He wanted to help you but for now, you just wanted to forget and getting your brother involved was not the way to go.

You cleared your throat, “So, um… how was your… how was the game?“

It was a weak attempt.

Your brother stared at you, skeptically, through his curls that had grown way too long in the past few months. He really needed a haircut. You were already cursing yourself in your thoughts for not coming up with something clever but then he spoke up and went on to explain every single detail of today's game to you. Your endeavor, as weak as it might have been, had succeeded.

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The next morning, your eyes began to flicker open and you stared at your ceiling, trying to collect your thoughts. After a few seconds you sat up in your bed, which actually was just a big mattress with a carpet underneath, so it wouldn’t slip when you threw your tired body on top after a long day of school, work and running a three-person household.

You’re head was spinning a little. You sighed and started to rub your eyes. They were itchy because of all the crying last night and your poorly removed mascara. Your back hurt and you began to stretch your arms in an attempt to make it better but gave up after a few seconds, putting your hair up into a bun and standing up to open your curtains, letting in the tiny bit of sunlight, wintery Indiana had to offer.

Enough to light up your small room and you took a look around to find yourself surrounded by a huge mess.

You hadn’t turned the lights on when you came home the day before since it had been really late and you just went to bed.

“No“, you sighed in frustration.

You stepped over to your dresser and ripped the third drawer open. You threw a few books and VHS tapes out and started to pull open the false bottom you had cut in it, only to find your secret compartment empty. You had two of these hiding spots in your room, one for you and one for Dustin. You had them in every house you had lived in since you were five years old, when your Halloween candy had disappeared without a trace.

It started with candy, but that had abruptly changed when you’d gotten your first piggy bank. At first, you believed your mom when she had told you that the fairies, she read to you about before bed, had needed it, but you obviously grew older and you knew that “fairy” by name now. 

“Fucking asshole!“, you yelled, kicking your dresser.

Your money was gone. All of it. Andrew Henderson hadn’t just taken your car, as if that wasn’t enough. He had taken all of your hard-earned money. Your college money. And he didn’t even have the decency to leave your wallet behind. You went over to your closet and found Dustin’s money still there, untouched. You were relieved and closed your eyes for a second thanking a higher power before you took out a twenty, closing and covering it back up with one of your jackets.

To be clear, that wasn’t your brother's money, it was yours but you had been saving it for him since nobody else did.

You walked over to your brother's room and opened the coin box he kept on his desk. It had been emptied as well. You let out a sad chuckle and put the twenty in there. You also planted a note inside: ”Had to borrow some change, gonna put it back later. Love you, Y/N.”

You went to the kitchen and suddenly everything overwhelmed you. You couldn’t hold your tears back this time. He went too far. Everyone went too far. Your car was gone, your chance to get a decent education was gone, and you had lost your best friend. All in one day.

You started sobbing for real when you glanced at the clock. It was 9.30 on a Sunday morning. Dustin left every Sunday at 8.30 to meet the party at the Byer’s place. Joyce Byers wasn’t too big on religion, so for Mike and Lucas, the early meetings were a good escape plan from their parents trying to drag them to church.

So you were finally all by yourself and were able to let your guard down.

You had reached your limit and you really needed to talk to someone, but who was left to talk to?

Your best friend had ruined everything last night and he had been the only person, you had trusted in a very long time. Although trusting someone to you meant something completely different, then it meant to most people. 

The ringing of the doorbell was what brought you back from you wallowing in self-pity.

“For fuck sake“, you whispered, wiping away your tears and getting up from the cold floor. You ran to your room and picked the jeans, you were wearing last night up, pulling them over your underwear. You were about to head to the front door when you decided it was better to swap the shirt, you had slept in, for a sweater.

The doorbell rang again followed by pounding on the front door and one of the windows.

“Coming!“, you yelled infuriated.

You stumbled through the mess to the front door and swung it wide open glaring at the person outside. When you noticed who it was you took a step back.

“Henderson, nice to see you again.“, the boy standing in front of you said with a sarcastic tone to his words.

You just rolled your eyes and tried to shut the door but he put his foot between the door and its frame.

“Oh, we’re not done here!“, he said, smiling and licking his teeth, demanding a response by pushing the door open again.

“Just leave it, Billy! I’m not in the mood for this.“, you spat out staring at him with furrowed brows.

“I decide when someone gets to be in the mood to talk to me!“, Billy chuckled, taking a step towards you.

“Where are my keys?“, he said, harshly pushing his index finger against your chest, staring at you, his eyes narrow and dark, but a witty smile still on his face.

You grabbed his arm and pushed it down.

“Don’t fucking touch me again, Hargrove!“, you yelled, panic shooting through your body like pinpricks.

He just laughed again taking another step towards you bending down until he was so close that the right side of his face was touching your left. You flinched and tried to move away but he put his hands on both of your shoulders, his nails digging into your flesh. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes and you were positive you were going to throw up. You stood there, petrified.

“I also decide when... and where I touch you“, he whispered, sliding his hands down your sides until they were on your waist.

Again you tried to free yourself, wanting to yell at him to stop, but there were no words coming out of your mouth and he pushed you against the wall.

You felt his warm, moist breath on your neck and you could almost taste the alcohol he had drowned himself in the night before. His fingers wandered around your waist and were brushing against your butt. You were shivering, feeling your stomach turn and your heart drop, still unable to move.

And then he let you go, pushing you against that wall again.

You turned your face away from the boy and looked down in disgust, while he laughed at you.

Tears were threatening to fall again and you wanted to crawl right out of your skin.

“Now, that I made myself clear: Where are my keys?“, he hissed, cracking his knuckles.

“They... they’re at your house.“, you responded, your voice quiet and shaky, “Your dad has them.“

Jonathan had driven Max home last night since he had to get Will anyway and Max was supposed to leave his keys with Mr. Hargrove.

You instantly regretted telling him because he got even tenser. You flinched as Billy threateningly planted himself in front of you once again, clenching his fists. He darted and you winced, but his fist never met your cheek.

You opened your eyes and he turned away laughing to himself, leaving you behind, frozen in place.

“You’re a pathetic little bitch, Henderson! This isn’t over!”, he yelled making his way down the stairs leading into the driveway, flipping you off before turning the corner.

You closed your eyes.

Finally making it out of your spot, slamming the front door shut and struggling to lock it since your hands were shaking so hard.

You ran over to the bathroom, barely making it to the sink. You felt so sick to your stomach, you actually had to throw up. Everything started to spin and you just wanted to scream. You felt so empty.

You sat on the floor hugging your knees, crying and wishing you’d just disappear into thin air. ✧

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Guns and Golden Wings part 5

First off. This is my first fanfic and first time using tumblr. I do not own anything in this except the plot. Disclaimer mentions of torture/blood and swear words. please enjoy!

You opened your eyes to see your old cell. Looking around you saw gabe tied to the wall near you. He was beaten and bloody. He looked worse than he had been earlier. The door clanked and a demon walked in. You shifted but found you couldn't move. The demon walked over to gabe with a sharp angel blade in his hand, you screamed out but the demon paid no attention to you.  The demon walked up to gabe and started to cut his delicate flesh in multiple different areas. The whole time you were screaming out begging and pleading for him to stop. The demon looked at you and with amusement in his eyes plunged the blade deep in Gabriel's stomach. A loud scream escaped your lips. You stared in disbelief at Gabriel's dead body. Crying and screaming out, asking,begging Gabriel to wake up, to come back to you. You felt someone's gruff hands on your hands. Your eyes snapped open. You were back in your room. Gabriel's hands were on yours. You looked in his eyes, his beautiful golden eyes. Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of him. “Y-your alive!” You said. He looked at you weird “why wouldn't I be alive?” You looked at him and the tears had started to fall. “Sugar? What's wrong? Come on talk to me.” Gabriel said. You nodded and started to tell him about your dream, well a vague version anyway. When you were done gabe hugged you tightly “ I'm not going anywhere sweetheart.” You hugged him back holding him as tightly as possible, so tightly that he laughed “okay calm down sweetheart. You might suffocate me.” You slowly released him. He grabbed your hand “let's go get breakfast okay? Where do you want to go?” You stared at him. “W-what?” He looked at you with a grin “we are going out to get food!” He helped you up “get dressed we are gonna go!”  You smiled and ran to get dressed. 

     Once you were dressed you met gabe near the door. “Where are Sam and dean?” You asked. “ oh they are still asleep.” You cocked an eyebrow. “ are we gonna tell them?” Gabe smiled mischievously “nope! We will be back before they wake up, don't worry sweetheart.” You grinned, grabbed the keys to the impala (though you knew Dean would kill you) and ran outside. You and Gabe got in the car “where do you want to go?” You smiled, you loved hanging out with gabe. “I've heard of this place called ‘Waffle love’ It sounded good.” You said. Gabe nodded “yes I've been there it's good, let's go” he snapped his fingers and the impala, you and him were in front of the breakfast place. You got out still amazed by his angel powers. He walked over and offered an arm and you took his hand (much to his surprise) the look on his face was priceless and made you laugh out loud. He grinned and walked in with you. You ordered food and once you got it you went back to the car. “I'm glad we could do this.” He said “I agree.” You replied putting some waffle in your mouth. Gabe leaned forward looking in at you, eyes flicking to your lips then looking at your eyes. He cocked an eyebrow and you nodded slightly. Before you knew it his soft lips were on yours and you quickly gave into it. Something just felt right, like this is where you were meant to be. Soon the kiss ended “ sorry you had a bit of Nutella on your lip I had to get it off.” Gabe said happily. You grinned and kissed him for a moment before pulling away. “Sorry you had some Nutella on your lips.” You said winking. He smiled and laughed. You glanced at the time on your phone the boys got you for emergencies . 10:30? “SHIT!!” You yelled and gabe cocked an eyebrow. “It's 10:30! The boys are definitely awake now. We are so screwed. We have to get back. Now!” Gabe laughed “it's ok it's only 8:30 there!” You breathed a sigh of relief “well we should still head back” he gave you a little pouty face and snapped your fingers. You were back at the bunker you grabbed the impala’s keys, gabes hand and ran inside. When you got in you saw Sam and Dean standing at the bottom of the stairs. Sam looked disappointed and Dean just looked mad. You looked at gabe, who was still holding your hand and he squeezed it tightly. You mustered up the courage and walked down the stairs. “Where the HELL were you! We've been worried sick!” Dean yelled. You looked at Dean, Sam and then Gabe who nodded to you. You took a deep breath and started to explain “me and Gabe went to a place called waffle love and we had a great time.” Dean looked furious “ And you took baby!? You could have died! Baby could've been scratched!!! Do you have any clue how much time and love i have put into that car?!” You were pissed “glad to see where you priory's lie Dean!” You yelled. “y/n that's not what I meant!” He called, but you didn't hear him, you were already in your room. 

      There was a knock at your locked door “y/n, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that.” It was Dean. You grimaced, you did not want to talk to him right now. You flipped over on your bed and turned your music up, that normally helped. Dean was now muffled out. You could barely hear him now. Soon the knocking subsided and you were left alone to your thoughts. A little later you turned your music off. A small knock cut through the silence. “Hey y/n it's Sam can you come out now?” The fact that they thought that less than an hour after the fight you would be calm and ready to come out and act like everything was normal was infuriating. “NO!” You yelled through the door. “Just leave Sam!” You could hear sam's sigh and his footsteps going down the hall. About 5 minutes later cas was at the door “y/n Sam and Dean would appreciate it if you came out.” As much as you liked cas you didn't care to come out yet so you gave no answer. He left and you were alone again. I wish Gabe was here you thought sadly. You could have sworn you heard Gabe reply “on my way sugar” but it was most likely in your head. There was another knock on your door moments later. You did not want to deal with Dean right now so you said “dean now is not a good time so FUCK OFF!” You heard a small laugh and you immediately grabbed the door. And leaped into Gabes arms. You looked down the hall and saw the boys coming your way. You grabbed Gabes hand and pulled him into your room locking the door. You could hear the boys trying to break down the door. “They will get in soon you know” Gabe said. You looked down “yeah I know. you think we can go somewhere else.” Gabe smirked, he snapped his fingers as he wrapped his arm around your waist and the door opened allowing the boys to tumble in and look at you before you and Gabe disappeared. The next thing you knew you and Gabe were sitting in a diner. Gabe ordered milkshakes and you sighed “thanks for getting me out of there feathers.” You said. “Anytime sweetheart.” He said leaning back in his chair. After a few hours of talking you and Gabe went back to the bunker. “Dean? Sam? Hey ready to talk.” You called. The boys ran towards you and Gabe and Sam and Dean engulfed you in a hug. “We are so sorry y/n” Sam said. “It's fine. Can we go out for drinks though?” “Ah Hell yeah” Dean called from the other room and you could feel Sam's eye roll.  You laughed and you were on your way. 

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Family Hunt // Jughead Jones

Summary: A hunt brings the Winchesters to Riverdale creating a temporary stay in the town where you become close with a diverse group. Yet the life creates a rift between a certain boy determinded to brand himself a weirdo and you. How can you being the daughter of Sam be with someone so normal…so non jaded by the family business.

Characters: Winchester!Reader x Jughead Jones, daughter!Reader x father!Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, and Betty Cooper

Words: 3963

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, self-doubt, hunting, monsters, fluff and angst.

Requested: No.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This is something I’ve been working on for about two weeks and I hope you enjoy this!

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The last name Winchester struck the fear into anyone aware of the supernatural world and it didn’t matter how long a Winchester had been hunting. The name put a target on your back and anyone you cared back usually ended up attacked or dead. You were the daughter of Sam Winchester and a long dead woman. Despite not wanting to place you in the hunting world, your uncle and father had trained you but you didn’t hunt until you were thirteen.

“How do you protect yourself against a ghost?” Dad asked as Uncle Dean drove down the highway.

“Rock salt shots or iron.” You stated looking out the window.

“Good. Do you remember the words to exorcise a demon?”

“Dad.” You said turning to see him, “I’ve been learning Latin since before I could crawl. I know all you’ve taught me. Uncle Dean taught me how to shoot while you taught me how to fight both supernatural and one.  supernatural.”

“I’m sorry baby.” Dad sighed, “I love you kid.”

“I know.”

You didn’t know what town this was going to be other than Dad had found a case while he had been correcting your homework. He had to look up an answer and found out in the recommended news articles about something. Dad had ordered you to pack before heading out on the road.

“Burger.” Uncle Dean grunted pulling into an old fashioned diner with neon lights that were unnecessary at this time of day.

“Dad can I have a milkshake and fries?” You questioned.

Dad had always made sure you ate healthy food more often than what Uncle Dean had always snuck you. You were sixteen and you still followed your father’s rules because if you didn’t he got that sad puppy look with a mix of disappointment.

“Add a burger-“

“Chicken?” You perked up grinning, “Uncle Dean, want to share a sundae after?”

Uncle Dean and you had that typical familial relationship where you got more ease than the rules with you father. Well you couldn’t get anymore ease but it was still less. You saw the smirk of your uncle before he tossed out an agreement if he got the cherry.

Walking into the building was like any other place only this was a little more busy than the diners you had been in. You felt your angel blade in the small of your back with a gun hidden on your ankle in the boot. You settled into a booth near the counter while you Uncle made eyes at the Latina waitress.

“What can I get you?” “I’ll have a chicken burger, fries and a vanilla milkshake.” You said as your Dad glared at you, “Wow okay Dad! Please can I have that meal?”

“No problem.” The waitress smiled, “You guys have an amusing daughter.”

“What? No!” They said together, “We’re brothers!”

“They get that a lot.” You giggled as your family avoided looking at each other. They both mumbled their orders before it was taken to the kitchen.

“I want to talk to you about something Y/N.” Dad said turning to face you, “We’re not sure how long we’ll be here so would you like to be enrolled at the school?”

“Uh…”

“Beat any kid up th-“

“Dean!” Dad snapped, “Don’t tell my daughter to go hitting other people!”

“While you two fight, I’m going to go use the bathroom.” You sighed climbing over the back of the booth into one being used by a group of teens.

You all blinked at each other before you got out of the booth with your Dad hissing at you to apologize but really who cares. You did feel the eyes of the other teens watching your retreated back where you’re shirt had raised a little to reveal the knife. You had barely made it into the bathroom when you were slammed into the wall next to the door.

Within seconds you had twisted out of the hold to slam the teen against the wall with enough force to nearly shatter a picture frame on the ground. The others had rallied to push you off before you broke the teens arm leading you to slug one in the face.

“Archie!” The raven haired girl gasped rushing to the fallen red head. You crouched waiting for the next attack before they all sized you up, “What the hell?”

“He grabbed me.” You stated blinking.

“He was getting you off Jughead!” The other female said stomping her foot on the ground.

“Why was this Jughead slamming me into the wall?” You glared leaning down closer to the hidden gun.

“You have a knife! What teen carries a knife!? Like a professional?!” The boy shaking his arm exclaimed.

“What’s a Jughead?” You questioned.

“ME!”

“Oh.”

“Are you going to rob the diner?” Jughead asked closing in on you. You shifted reaching to grab a normal knife to hold it in front of you, “Whoa!”

“Betty call the cops.”

“Veronica!” The blonde gasped, “She could have something to do with Jason-“

“What? Who’s Jason?” You questioned. They all shared a look before silently agreeing to quit attacking you.

“Jason was murdered this summer.” Archie said holding his hand to his bruising eye. You had landed a punch that would make your father proud.

“Oh.” You stated, “I’m Y/N Barton. I’m new here.”

You returned back to your booth where your Dad was nervously watching where you had disappeared to, then soon followed by some teens. Dean saw one of the boys, a jock no doubt, was holding his eye that was steadily turning black by the minute. His eye caught your scraped knuckles before he chuckled deeply.

“Looks like your kid socked Raggedy Ann.” Dean grinned. Sam groaned as you stood while the teens congregated around your booth.

“Dad this is Betty, Jughead, Archie, and Veronica.” You said motioning to them, “This is my Dad Sam Barton and my uncle Dean Barnes. They go to the high school that you still haven’t shown me yet.”

Sam frowned unsure why you had given them fake names while silently telling him you would go to the school. You were a smart kid that made him proud ever since you said your first word so young.

“Jughead can show you.” Veronica stated stepping close to Archie while Betty had gently placed a bag of frozen food in the red head’s hand.

“Jughead?” Dean questioned confused. He noticed the boy with a beanie rolling his eyes and he knew that the kid was named that.

“That’s be awesome!” Your eyes twinkled while your uncle and Dad shared a concerned look.

They didn’t care how old you were or how trained you were on protecting yourself they didn’t like boys with you. They were placed in a hard place when you swiftly kissed your Dad’s cheek and raced out of the door with Jughead on your heels.

“I don’t like this.” Sam grumbled as you vanished from his view.

“That kid is a Winchester.” Dean snorted, “She’ll be fine. Besides I’ll kill the boy if something happens.”

Jughead was slouching as he led the way to the typical high school in every movie you had managed to watch. It became easier when you moved into the bunker with your family after years of living in motels and the Impala.

“This is Riverdale High School. Run by Cheryl Blossom like the Blossoms run the town.” Jughead said gloomily.

“I’ve never been in a school.” You mumbled wincing when you remember the hunts that led you into the school buildings. Jughead must of noticed because he was watching you with a small frown.

“You’ve never gone to school?” 
“Dad and I live in a house far from towns and after my mom died, my uncle moved in.” You said keeping your eyes on the building, “My mom was a teacher so she wanted to teach me with the help of my Dad.”

“Oh…well.” Jughead trailed off watching your body language. Something was off and he had a feeling it was going to be interesting with you in town.

“I should head back.” You said pivoting on your foot to head back to the diner, “I’m sure Uncle Dean will be in lecture mode about leaving with strangers and Dad will say something about violence.”

“That was a nice punch.”

“Self defence from my Dad backfired.” You smirked as the seed settled in his mind that you weren’t the evil living in this town.

“Over protective?”

“You have no idea. I don’t even have any social media.” You weren’t faking the sadness in your voice this time. You truly did love life you had with your uncle and dad but with no friends and stability could suck.

“Seriously?”

“I’m not jok-“

“Y/N Y/M/N Win-“ The purr of the Impala was no match for your father’s raised voice. He was glaring along with Uncle Dean, “Get in the car right now.”

You shared a look with Jughead before you climbed into the back seat where your Dad was already ranting about how violence wasn’t the answer. All you could see was Jughead’s beautiful eyes and you knew right there you were screwed. You had feelings for the odd boy and you sure that blonde Betty girl did too.

A month passed by with you hanging out with Jughead at lunch when he was working on some kind of novel. He had explained how he was writing about the mysterious death of his classmate and how it was a big deal. You tended to stay quiet by reading up on your Latin, it intrigued the boy when you were mumbling in the language as if you had been born in the country.

“Jughead!” Betty exclaimed sitting next to him on the ground. Her eyes twinkling at him and it made you want to punch her in the face but you didn’t need dirt on your record.

“Hey Betty.” Jughead said grabbing one of your fries to stuff in his mouth.

“Wanna go to Pops after school?”

“I can’t sorry. Y/N and I are going. Maybe next time.” Jughead replied not looking up to her. Her face fell before she got to her feet and headed back to the table where Veronica was waiting.

“You should go out with her.” You mumbled looking up from the book in your hands.

“What? Betty wasn’t asking me out, she’s been looking out for me since Archie once again decided females were more important.” Jughead said with a smirk at you. As you stared at him, his smirk faded when the encounter settled in his mind, “She was asking me out.”

“Betty seems pretty into you so I don’t think you lost your chance with her.” You replied looking back down at your book.

“I’m not into Betty.” Jughead slowly said, “She’s not really my type of girlfriend. Besides she was recently in love with Archie and that’s called rebounding.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m into-“ Jughead was cut off by your uncle’s ringtone.

“Oh you finally answered. We found the location of the whore house…I mean witch house and she’s been shacking up with a demon.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m just about at the school and I need you to be ready to fight.”

“Uncle Dean where’s my Dad?”

“Uh…we got separated and he was taken by the witch.” Dean said slowly.

“Of course.” You said sarcastically before climbing to your feet when you saw your Uncle hustling towards you. You hung the phone up as you ran to meet him.

“He’ll be fine Kid, we’re Winchesters.”

“Wait what?” Jughead asked confused, “I thought you and your Dad were Bartons and your UncIe was Barnes…wait those are Avengers names…”

“You gave a fake name?” Your eyes settled on Archie as he dropped his book bag on the ground.

“Shit. Look my Dad and Uncle are government agents, they take me with them because I’ve been attacked in revenge before_”

“You lied to me.” Jughead blinked, “God how could I be so stupid! My life is a piece of shit so why would anyone want to be near me.”

“Jug-“

“Save it. You’re just like everyone else.” He growled picking up his things and storming away.

“Archie-“

“I’m sorry Y/N but he’s my best friend, I’m always going to have his back. Good luck with everything.” Archie mumbled before following his best friend at a fast pace. 
“Wait!” You yelled taking a step before you were swung back into your uncles body, “Let me go!”

“No. Think about this. Are you going to go after two boys that can’t know your life or save your dad?” Uncle Dean asked sternly, “You go after those boys and it won’t end well. You know that. We know that. The entire family knows that.”

You hesitated before Uncle Dean began to drag you out so you felt your heart break into pieces. You knew you shouldn’t have fallen for the boy but it was impossible with his snark and mysterious qualities. Betty and him had a greater chance of surviving the fucked up world than with you.

It was a young witch that used the school at night for more power by the atmosphere created by angst ridden teenagers. The witch herself was in her early twenties with a great tie to the demon, it was a vicious cycle, every person in the witch’s history inherited the bond to the same demon.

“Dad!” You exclaimed dropping to your knees in front of a locked at the school. His face was bruised and bloody with a relieved smile at you.

“Y/N!” Both Uncle Dean and your Dad yelled when you were violently thrown into the set of lockers behind you. You body shape was dented into the lockers but from the small movements you made there was no fractures.

However you were disorientated and unsure of everything or if you have blacked out or not. You did see a small movement at the end of the hall. You saw that your family was losing the battle and with the witch preoccupied you slammed your knife into her back over her heart.

“Daddy.” You mumbled collapsing onto your knees in front of your father. His arms wrapped around you in the familiar warmth you had known since your birth.

“I”m okay baby.” Dad mumbled into your hair, “Look at me. See I’m fine.”

“They aren’t.” Dean mumbled as the demon, now showing himself, was close to the group of teens.

“I know him.” You gasped as the demon was on his way to your friends, your Jughead with his odd hat, “Run!”

It seems the Riverdale teens were shocked and mystified at the fight between the supernatural and Winchesters. Not that they knew the life but watching a sixteen year old girl kill someone…well they weren’t overly concerned with who was fleeing the scene scared.

“Are you okay?” Jughead questioned.

“Should we call the police?” Betty said taking a small amount of glee at the rift developing between Jughead and you.

“No! Run!” You screamed running towards the endangered teens before the demon could do harm but it was useless. The demon had used his power to shove Archie onto the wall and up to the ceiling, “No, no, no!”

With the pounding footsteps of your family you dug the demon blade from your boot before tackling the demon. The tackle severed the demon’s concentration with Archie to throw a fist at your face, the punch grazed your temple before you slammed the knife blade into the skull.

You laid there gasping for breathe as Veronica and Betty crouched near a shaken red head even thought there were the same. The body was tossed off you so you finally felt some of the wounds begin to throb.

“What the hell.” Jughead stated as his attention was on making sure you were okay, “You killed someone.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Were you in Riverdale during the summer?”

“No. We were on…a uh-“

“Business-“

“We just saw Archie get fucked up without anyone near him. That guy, the one you stabbed by the way, lit up orange like a freaking sun.” Jughead exclaimed not taking your bullshit anymore.

“That was a demon.” Your uncle Dean said blinking as he held up your Dad, “The woman Y/N stabbed was a witch.”

“These two…jesus Dean.” You Dad said glaring at his brother when he was jostled too much, “The demon and witch had a centuries old bond via members of the witch’s family.”

“What the hell.” Archie choked out shocked.

“We hunt the things that go bump in the night. The monsters that your parents checked for under your bed and in the closet. The ones you grew to believe were fake and you were safe from.”

“Archie learnt how to throw a football and I learned how to shoot.” You said, “You girls shop and gossip while I studied on how to exorcise a demon and make salt rounds.”

The teens were silent as you continued to rant about how different your life were while your hurt and jealously broke your father’s heart. He had always felt terrible to be unable to provide you a normal life but he tried to for a period of time. It didn’t work, it failed liked his college days of denial and avoidance. You were two when he decided he couldn’t leave the hunting life.

“Baby…sh.” Your dad cooed as you slowed down to take a breath.

“I’m Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam and his daughter Y/N. We grew up in this world that most don’t know exists. We hunt monsters.”                        

“I think I prefer when I didn’t know you were all crazy.” Jughead muttered heavily. Betty shifted closer in order to console him shuddering at the heavy glare you gave her.

“Crazy? Did you not see what the body did? Or how Archie was pinned against the wall with no one touching him?” You snapped stepping closer. Betty instead got in your face, a little too close for comfort.

Before the blonde’s palm could connect with you face you had a gun inches in front of her. You did care if she was human or not. You were trained to act on instinct and pulling a gun on her was a no brainer.

“Whoa!” Archie exclaimed as he tried to push Betty out of the way.

“Step away.” Dad said slowly. You saw Betty gulp at the sight of something that ended Jason’s life in front of her.

“You need to step a foot back now.” You hissed at the blonde, “Are you stupid? I have the same training and experience, if not more, as law enforcement. Don’t rush me. Don’t try to assault me. A threat is a threat.”

“O-okay.” Betty mumbled stepping back and sighing when you returned your gun to its place.

“Seriously. Just because Raggedy Ann doesn't like you doesn’t mean you should transfer that to someone else.”

“I didn’t transfer. I just didn’t know I liked Jughead.” Betty said huffing again, “You being here made me see that I love him actually.”

“You like Jughead.” Archie said shocked. He may not return her feelings but having someone irrevocably like you was a good feeling.

“There’s something betwe-“

“Betty don’t.” Jughead said clearing his throat. In the short period of time you had known Jughead, he was a closed off person and didn’t like a lot of attention. Betty revealing her obvious feelings was one of those things that made him uncomfortable.

“Chick flick moment.” Uncle Dean grunted as he walked away, “I get enough watching those awful movies you insist on.”

“You like them!” You shouted with a grin.

“Baby, we have to hit the road. There’s a new case in Greendale.” Dad said with a smile at the teens. A rather awkward one as Betty spoke under her breath at the odd boy that caught your attention from the moment you saw him.

“Okay.” You said turning to the group, “Sorry for the problems we brought.” 
“Can’t wait to never see you again.” Betty mumbled with a cold stare.

“You have my number if anything happens.”

“Can we speak alone?” Jughead asked blinking at you.

“Uh. Yeah sure.”

“We’ll load the car.” Dad said kissing your forehead, “Don’t be long.”

You nodded as Jughead ushered you to a room where everyone could congregate during breaks of the day. You would miss the homey room with the worn board game boxes stacked on a counter at the back. When you two sat down Jughead grasped your hands.

“Do you think you could stay for a little longer?” Jughead asked.

“I can’t. It’s for the best too.” You said taking your hands from his, “This won’t end well.”

“You don’t know until we try.”

“But I do.” You said with watering eyes, “Winchesters never get a happy ending. I’m as close to a happily ever after that my Dad is going to get. If we get close to someone they die.”

“I doubt it’s because you’re Winchesters.” Jughead smirked straightening his beanie.

“Everyone my Dad has slept with has died.” You said stonily, “Uncle Dean tried to leave the life and so did my dad but you can’t leave the life.”

Jughead was silent as the words registered in his mind breaking his heart more because he would probably never see you again. He wouldn’t have that same itch to brush your hair behind your ear or fail to not squeeze your hand at odd moments. He would never have the same fight for the cherry on your milkshake or steal the rest of your fries.

“You could stay. With me.” Jughead said. He saw the hesitation in you, the hope that grew before it was blown out.

“I can’t.”

“You deserve to be a kid and happy.”

“So did my family. So did countless people killed. Just by saving people makes up for the childhood I didn’t get.” You said getting up, “I should go.”

Your bag was tossed in the back of the Impala along with the two other bags from your dad and uncle. The teens you had grown to be close with in the duration you had been in Riverdale stood by the car. You carefully looked each one in the eye before coming closer to them.

“If you ever get into trouble give me a call.” You stated to each one, “I’m serious. If you think someone or something is off let me know.”

“I’ll miss you.” Ronnie said stepping up with a small box.

“What is this?” You questioned as you lifted the lid to see a bracelet.

The bracelet had charms on it that didn’t hang too low but they were distinctly related to each of these important people. A guitar with a football engraving correlating with Archie was the first to catch your eye bringing the memory of punching him. The next one was just a tiny pearl that perfectly described Veronica, it was extravagant but simple. The charm describing Betty was a tiny magnify glass that was placed next to a crown with a diamond at the top. The last was simply a milkshake for the place you had all met albeit in a shady way.

“It’s gorgeous.” You breathed.

“Jughead helped.” She admitted stepping to carefully place it on your wrist and hug you, “He loves you. Don’t throw that away.”

With a rather awkward hug with Jughead in front of everyone you stepped into the Impala for next hunt. Maybe life would bring you back to Riverdale but for now you had a hunt to do.

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[thebugheadendgame-blog]

21 Questions

This is my first time writing a Bughead fanfic and it's still jumbled in my head so I hope you bear with me. Disclaimer: I don't own any of he characters or places in this story unless otherwise specified. -------------- First Question The bell to Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe rang as the door opened. Only a few people could be found sitting at the local town favorite as most were enjoying Riverdale High's homecoming dance. For the selected few who had opted not to join the overrated festivities, the confines of the four walls of the shop brought an unusual sense of comfort. A girl with blonde hair and in a pink dress walked straight inside into a booth at the far corner. She placed her usual order of Strawberry Milkshake but this time with extra whip cream. It was a special occasion to indulge in the calories after all. A few minutes later, a tall glass of sugary and sinful beverage was placed in front of her. She sighed in resignation before reaching for her picker upper. Her tongue was ready to taste the mouth watering goodness when the tall glass was pulled far from her reach and in front of a crouching boy who wore a crown shaped beanie on top of his messy bed of hair. Her mouth dropped and stayed open for a few minutes, staring at he boy who drank her most awaited shake down to the last drop. She was at a loss for words. She wanted to shout at the boy who selfishly stole her last hope for a better night but no words came. As if nothing happened, he adjusted in his seat and fired his laptop open and began typing, totally oblivious to the growing anger building in the blonde girl's chest. A few minutes of silence passed and he still hadn't looked at her once to apologize or explain his actions. He kept typing as if she wasn't in front of him with an angry glare in her eye. She cleared her throat, finally finding a small amount of sound come out of her mouth, but his attention to whatever he was typing did not falter. She cleared it again, this time ensuring that it was loud enough for him to hear and respond to. His eyes broke it's connection from the laptop screen and the blue ocean met green forest. She felt a hitch in her breath at the sudden connection. The intensity of his stare brought chills to her spine and she almost felt bad for disturbing his concentration. She almost apologized had it been not for her realization that she wouldn't have bothered him if he hadn't stolen her favorite drink. He raised an eyebrow and a playful smirk appeared on his face. Had it been another time, she would be game to play their little debate just like the old times but now all she could do was sigh in defeat. "I'm not in the mood Juggie." She finally said after their long staring game. He shrugged and closed the lid of his laptop. He waved his hand at Pops to which he was answered with a nod, a fair and mutual exchange between regulars. "So tell me, what did our beloved Archiekins do this time?" He said while leaning on the table. "What makes you think it's Archie?" Betty countered, hoping for even 1% chance that not everyone knows about what she felt for Archie. Well except for Archie himself. "Come on Betts, don't insult my knowledge. You practically loved him since childhood. Your eyes yearns for him whenever he's not around and if I didn't know any better, you have a magnet in your body that's being pulled towards him." He said rolling his eyes. She chewed on her lip in anxiety. Was she really that obvious? "What makes you think he did something then?" She challenged, trying my best from delaying the admission of what had transpired tonight at the Homecoming after party at Cheryl's. "Let's see. You're wearing a dress that's screaming Homecoming dance so that means you attended the overrated dance which is "the highlight of everyone's high school life"." He made quotation gestures with his fingers as he said the last bit. "However, instead of wasting the night with the boy of your dreams doing God knows what, you're sitting here at Pops and having a conversation with me, the last person on your "potential dating list" - if Included at all and the person you haven't talked to since summer started." Betty opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. She tried to process his words but found herself at a loss. She felt bad at his last statement since it was true that she hadn't had a decent conversation with her reserved friend since before freshman year ended. It wasn't that she hadn't tried. During her internship, she attempted several times to contact Jughead to check on him but it was either ignored or responded with one word texts that screamed end of conversation. She thought he was going through something at the moment and didn't want to push him so she gave him some space to breathe and hoped that when she returned they would fall into their normal routine and become the best of friends again. Except, everything had turned out worse. "So it's either you just want to remember your Homecoming dance spending time at Pops and eating - drinking rather, Strawberry Milkshakes or Archie did a stupid move and hurt you." The blonde girl sighed and looked at her lap in embarrassment. Had she been so transparent? "Well, the milkshake is already a no considering you drank all of mine." She said softly while lowering down her head. "Here you go." Two plates of burger and fries and a tall glass of chocolate milkshake appeared in front of them. Jughead gave a quick nod to Pops before digging in his favorite food. Betty was surprised when the extra plate was pushed in front of her. She really wasn't up for eating thus the reason for her milkshake order. "You have to eat Betts, last time you drank a milkshake on an empty stomach, you were brought to the hospital." He said before indulging in his burger. She felt warmth in her chest realizing that Jughead was just looking out for her when he drank her favorite treat. She pushed the nagging thought at the back of her head as she already felt bad enough tonight and she really needed a break from all the negativity. "If it makes you feel better, I'll buy you a new one if you promise to finish the burger or the fries." He said taking a last chomp on his burger and now turning his attention to the side snack. Betty smiled weakly and started munching on the fries. The burger was really too much for her appetite. "So do we play 21 questions or am I gonna wait for you to open up?" He said. She was surprised at his proposition and thought very carefully on what to do next. If she opened up to him easily, she won't get a chance to ask him things that had been nagging at her since summer started. She saw the opportunity of finding out what truly happened between her two best friends and was determined to get it out from her dark haired companion. She gave him a look and was about to open her mouth in response when he beat her right to it. "Right 21 questions it is." Betty was surprised at how easily Jughead could read her mind and how much he knows about the way her mind works. She would've blamed it on being best friends since childhood but she could recall Jughead being a bit shy around her until 3rd grade. If it hadn't been for Archie's failed attempt at getting his two best friends to like each other, they wouldn't have gone past the acquaintance stage. But that's a story for another time. "Okay Juggie let's play. But the rule is, we get to ask each other one question each--" she started "Well that is the point of the game--" he cut her off. "--each day." She finished. He couldn't hide the surprise look on his face when what she said had registered in his mind. "Excuse me? Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He had his hopes that he understood her perfectly well but he just had to get confirmation from the girl next door. "Well, we need it Juggie. After weeks of ignoring my texts and phone calls, I figured, this is our only way of catching up. So, are you up for it? 21 days of being stuck with my probing questions?" He was surprised to see a smile on her lips. She had a playful glint in her eye that almost made him spill everything to her before he caught himself. "Fine. But we each get a free pass for those questions that we really don't want to answer." She nodded at the additional rules he made. "Okay I agree. We can't say know when the other triggers for the 21 questions. Like when we're at school and I feel like asking you, you have to answer. Got it?" He pondered for a while before agreeing to my terms. "Fine but the 21 days doesn't have to be done straight. We can take breaks every now and then. Deal?" She looked hesitant, as if he found a loophole to her strategy of opening up to her. But she resolved in her head that she just had to really think about her questions to get the most out of their game. Make it seem like he had to use the free pass to every question then go for home run. "Also, whatever is shared here will not be disclosed to anyone else. Okay?" She added which gained a smirk from the boy. "I get it Betts. And it's not as if I have someone to tell." He said rolling his eyes. Betty felt a tug at her heart when she realized that Jughead had no one. As in no one. He used to have them - Betty and Archie - but then when he and Archie had a fall out and he started ignoring her, he wasn't left with anyone else. She felt guilty for not trying harder to make him talk to her. She felt that she failed her obligation of binding the two friends. She regretted going to her internship And leaving the two boys to themselves. The wave of emotions that passed through her was so overwhelming that she started to feel her nails digging at her palms. A pair of warm hands covered her hands and pried it open. She was surprised at the look of worry that was evident on his face. "Hey. It wasn't your fault Betts. Don't be too hard on yourself." She opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. She would just reserve whatever it was for their 21 days of questioning. She nodded, squeezed his hand before pulling away. "So." He started breaking off the awkward air that had build up. "Is it a deal then?" "Deal. Let's flip on who goes first." She pulled out a coin in her pink purse and placed it on her two fingers, ready to flip. Jughead gave a small nod signaling her to do it. She flicked her fingers. "Heads." He called while the coin was up in the air. "Tails." She responded before catching the coin and putting it down on the table. They stared at each other for a while, hearts beating at top speed. They were anxious on who's going to ask the questions first and what questions were in store for them. Breaking off the connection, they both turned their attention to the coin which displayed tails. A triumphant smile played on Betty's features and Jughead couldn't help but laugh. It looked like she just won the lottery. "Hmmm what to ask.." she said in deep thought. Jughead had hoped that she wouldn't ask about his family. It was way too personal for a first question and he knew he might use his pass if that were the case. He wasn't ready to open that can of worms yet and drag her into his messed up life. "Okay, here's an easy one. Why did you ignore my texts and calls this summer?" She said, her eyes had lost its playful glint and was replaced by a piercing gaze. One that could devour a lie that he was planning on saying so Jughead opted with the truth. "Archie and I kind of gotten out of track this summer. I'm not sure if he mentioned that to you. So I thought, I didn't want to burden you with the choice of who you were going to remain friends with. I was just looking out for you Betts." She felt anger bubble in her chest. She wanted to tell him off for doing something that "he thought was best for her" just like what her parents were doing to her and Polly. She was so through with people deciding what's good for her and what's not. It's as if they think that she cannot decide on it for herself. She was about to tell him off when he continued talking. "And I kind of wanted to protect myself from the pain of not being chosen. I didn't want to get mad at you or anything so I just decided to cut things off for us. That way, I would be the bad guy and not you." Her anger melted away and was replaced with remorse. Who would've known that Jughead felt this way about their friendship? That he thought she would instantly drop him if he and Archie had a fall out. She felt bad for making it seem that Archie would always be her first choice and that Jughead would always end up on his own. She reached her hand out to his and gave it a squeeze. "I'm so sorry Juggie if I made it seem like I would leave you anytime. I swear, that wouldn't have been the case. You know I care about you. I wish you would've talked to me about it." She babbled, feeling the build up of tears in her eyes. "Hey. It was my decision Betty. This is exactly why I decided it on my own. I didn't want to trouble you with that choice. I didn't want you to lose sleep on it. I didn't want you to make a decision that would make you doubt yourself or make you regret something. I'm okay with that Betty and I don't blame you for it. Not even a little." She wiped her eyes with the tissue that he offered and nodded. "But that's gonna change now Juggie. Promise me you'll answer my calls and texts from now on. I can manage being your friend you know. Just because you and Archie had a misunderstanding, doesn't mean I'll stop being your friend." He hesitated. He wanted so much to talk to Betty again but was afraid to be vulnerable and get hurt. He knew it was a fact that Archie and Betty would end up together and he wasn't sure if he wanted to stay and see it happen right before his eyes. For the most part, he wanted to spare himself of the pain of having to deal with Betty with someone else. He knew he couldn't deny it. He knew that the girl next door has a special place in his heart and no matter how hard he tried to deny or forget about it, it would always creep up on him at the end of the day. He was far too reeled in to escape the feelings he had for his best friend Betty Cooper. At first he thought it was just a passing crush. He blamed the lack of female companions for his growing feelings towards the blonde girl. But when a girl had liked him and tried to make a move that didn't end well, he knew that the lack of a female friend was definitely not the reason for it. As they grew older and as Betty had developed into a more mature, compassionate and beautiful girl, he couldn't help but like her more than how best friends should like each other. Betty was not the prettiest girl in Riverdale High. Well at least, that was what the school has declared. That title, for some odd reason Jughead couldn't comprehend, belonged to Cheryl Blossom. She wouldn't even pass as the smartest given that the holder for that one was Ethel Muggs. Not even the most talented as this was held by Josie McCoy. Betty was among those who were ranked in the middle. The average girls who occasionally got a second look from guys. But for Jughead, Betty Cooper sure was something and it was beyond reason how other guys couldn't see it. Especially their redhead friend Archie Andrews. He doesn't understand how Archie can appreciate so many girls in their school and yet he couldn't cast a glance at what he already has - the most perfect girl there is. "Earth to Juggie?" Jughead snapped out of his thought and landed back at Pop's. "Of course. I'll keep that in mind." He said, not wanting to discuss further how Betty would always be there. He knew if they dwell on their topic more, he might say things he would regret. "Okay, your turn. Ask away." She said sitting properly, back straight, chin up with her hands folded in front of her. It was almost as he she was prepping for an interview question. Jughead breathed in and out before firing away. "What happened tonight with Archie?" Betty knew he would ask it. She knew and tried to prepare herself for it but no amount of preparation could help her when he finally uttered the question. See, answering the question would make what happened between her and Archie real. Inasmuch as she wants to forget what he said and return to the happy bubble they used to call friendship, Betty knew that things would change from now on. That Archie would no longer be her comfort place but someone who would remind her of rejection and disappointment. Answering Jughead's question would only mean that they can never go back and pretend everything was okay. But Betty knew this couldn't have been the worst question she would face. She knew that she shouldn't waste a pass for this since by tomorrow, everyone would know about what had happened at Cheryl's anyway. "I told Archie my feelings tonight.." she started slowly. A lump forming in her throat suggested that she was about to cry again. "And he made it clear that we're not on the same page about it." "Betty I'm.." he started but she held a hand to stop him. She wanted to get everything out of her system first. "After the homecoming, we went to Cheryl's after party. I just wanted to forget about the rejection so I thought maybe spending more time with him at the after party would make him change his mind and see me like how I see him." She said recounting what had happened earlier. "So Cheryl, being Cheryl, thought it would be fun to have a 7 minutes in heaven game starting with Archie. She let the bottle spin and it stopped in between me and Veronica. But she made the call of saying it pointed to Veronica. I swear that girl will be the death of me." She sighed. Jughead could feel how it was getting harder for her to talk and wanted to stop her but then again, he knew letting it out would keep her from digging her nails in her palms. "I knew it was impossible that nothing would happen to them. The way Archie stared at her when we first saw her here at Pop's was everything I needed to see to know he's attracted to her. It didn't help that outside the closet, Cheryl and Reggie kept thinking up of stories of what was happening inside. After that I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and left and went here." She finished and finally looked at Jughead's face. His face was scrunched up in thought at what Betty had shared with him. First of all, he really thought that his ex-best friend was stupid beyond his understanding. How could he prefer a new girl over the girl who was always there for him? Second, they could give the guy the benefit of the doubt but then again Jughead thought this was Archie Andrews. He may care a lot for Betty but Jughead doubted that he would pass up on the opportunity to kiss a girl he found attractive. No offense to his ex-best friend but that was the truth. "I'm sorry Betts." Jughead, despite being the eloquent aspiring novelist that he is, couldn't find the best words to comfort his friend. If this had been Archie, he could've said a list of things for making Betty feel that way. But this was different. He was walking on eggshells with her. He didn't want to hurt Betty anymore than she already is. "Why are you apologizing Juggie? It's not your fault." She said before giving a small smile and squeezing his hand. She was surprised when Jughead, as if lost in thought, started to intertwine their fingers together. She felt comforted by the warmth of his hands. She observed her dark haired friend and saw how tired his face looked. It seemed as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. The bags underneath his eyes spoke of countless sleepless nights writing on his laptop. She felt his thumb draw circles at her hand and slowly her eyes started to close. Betty began to wonder things about Jughead. What would happen if it had been Jughead who Betty had fond feelings for? She wasn't sure if it would've been easier considering her friend's take on romantic relationships. She knew Jughead wasn't the type seeing his lack of affection towards the girls in their year. At least that was what it seemed like. But then again, as if her memory played with her, she began to remember. She began to drift off back to a particular memory in middle school. Betty, Archie and Jughead were like the Golden Trio of their year. They were inseparable. Wherever Betty was, Archie and Jughead were sure to follow. During that time, Jughead had started developing - his voice lowering a few tones and his height increasing almost half an inch each month. Puberty had hit him good, as what people would say. In those times, Betty was sure enough that she had developed a girly crush on her best friend. Contrary to what people said, that she had been in love with Archie since forever, Betty had actually liked their dark and mysterious friend first. She was drawn to his witty humor. He would always say something that made Betty laugh and she looked forward to their hang outs after school. But Jughead, being Jughead, had no romantic inclinations towards anyone as he found it troublesome to like a girl. He had based it from a time when a girl had confessed to him and wanted him to be her boyfriend. When he rejected the idea, she started off spreading rumors of him being weird and gay. That's when he placed being in a relationship to his things he'll never do list. Betty was looking forward to seeing her two best friends after spending a week at her grandma's. She was on her way to the Andrews household and spotted the two huddled up near the garage. She overheard them speaking about Jughead and the girl who spread rumors and was about to announce her presence when Jughead said something that made her chest hurt. "I swear Arch, this relationship thing? This isn't for me. I wouldn't want to be associated with anyone. It's too troublesome." He said, frustration evident in his face. Betty then resolved to forget her crush towards her friend and keep everything platonic between her and her dark haired boy. After that, she and Archie started to get along pretty well at the start of their Freshman Year, Jughead being a bit distant from her and all. She guessed that Jughead didn't exempt her from his "stay away from complicated women" policy. Archie had been sweet and took all of her attention from Jughead and the rest is history. *Buzz Buzz* Betty snapped out of her reverie and pulled away from Jughead's hands to retrieve her phone. "Hello mom?" She answered. "Betty? Where are you? Your dad says you weren't at school when he dropped by." She asked, her voice sounded a bit concerned. "I'm at Pop's mom. I left the dance early." She saw the look Jughead gave her as if asking if she was in trouble but he shook her head. "I'm going home in a while." "Well your dad's on his way home. Want him to pick you up?" "Sure mom. I'll wait for him here." She then cut the call and placed her phone back in her bag. "To be continued?" She smiled at Jughead. He smiled back before nodding at her. It was 5 minutes later when she heard the familiar honk of their card signaling that it was time to go home. She was getting up from her seat and saying goodbye when she recalled something he had said earlier. "Oh and Juggie? You're not the last person." She said in a quiet voice that he almost missed. "Excuse me?" He said, wanting to clarify if he had indeed heard it correctly. "I meant, you're wrong. You're not the last person . Not the first maybe but definitely not the last on that potential date list." She said with a smile that almost shattered his every belief of mediocre relationships and archetypical teenage romances. She then walked away not waiting for his answer. He shook his head in amusement. Betty Cooper was indeed an interesting girl. He hated to admit it but he was looking forward to the next time they play the game.

[junker-town]

Predators fans throw catfish. What should fans of other NHL teams throw?

Cultural (and legal) ideas for the 30 other teams.

When a rogue Predators fan threw a disgusting dead catfish onto the Penguins’ ice in Game 1, fans tuning into the Stanley Cup Final might’ve been asking one question.

Why?

Yes, that. Thank you.

But I bet some were also wondering what their own fanbase throws on the ice. Surely all teams do this!

Nope. Only a few teams have caught onto this tradition. Which leaves us with the daunting task of coming up with ideas for all 31 NHL teams.

So far, as you’ll see, the three teams who do this regularly stick with animals. So for this thought exercise we’ll try to adhere to a few rules. We won’t nominate ideas:

If PETA is going to get pissed about it

If it’s illegal

If it’s offensive to a lot that goes on

Notice I didn’t say if it’s not possible. Anything is possible.

Let’s do this.

*Disclaimer: Don’t actually do any of these things. SB Nation does not condone the throwing of any of these items. I’m just idea-making here. Ideas are not endorsements. Wink.

Boston Bruins

If we were just going to stick with mascots here, we’d have to suggest a dead bear. But that doesn’t pass the PETA rule or the cost rule.

Simple googling tells me that wild turkeys are abundant in Massachussetts. You’re telling me a fan can’t smuggle a whole turkey into TD Garden?

Even if they couldn’t, you could totally hide a turkey breast or leg. This has potential.

Buffalo Sabres

One of two. Serious and non-serious.

Serious: buffalo wings. C’mon. Easy.

Non-serious: actual sabres. The players are basically wearing body armor. They’ll totally be fine.

Detroit Red Wings

Already figured out.

Florida Panthers

Also already solved in the Panthers’ third season and their 1996 playoffs run. From ThoughtCo.:

The story began during the franchise's third NHL season at the Miami Arena. Forward Scott Mellanby killed a rat with his hockey stick, which had tried scurrying across the team's locker room before the Panthers' home opener on October 8, 1995.

Mellanby went on to score two goals in the game with the same stick in which he killed the rat with. After the game, Florida's goaltender John Vanbiesbrouck then nicknamed Mellanby's feat the "Rat Trick."

Fans caught onto the story and started throwing rubber rats onto the ice after goals were scored. That led to this glorious scene:

So, yeah. No need for a new suggestion.

Montreal Canadiens

Canadians. Literally throw the Canadian next to you onto the ice.

Ottawa Senators

You can’t throw a senator unless you want to get arrested. Ignore the fact I just suggested you wouldn’t get arrested for throwing a Canadian. Just ignore that. Don’t worry about it.

You can, however, throw a gavel.

Tampa Bay Lightning

Unless you’re Zeus, you’re not going to throw lightning onto the ice.

Googling tells me that redfish are one of the more plentiful sporting fish in the Tampa area. So they could throw those.

But we all know that the Florida ecology is threatened. Why not help out by throwing these little buggers onto the ice?

That’s an Asian green mussel, an invasive species that wreaks havoc on intake pipes on ships, marinas and power plants. They also look ugly.

Okay, maybe just save those for when opponents score or something. Throw an alligator instead.

Toronto Maple Leafs

Imagine watching a fan trying to throw a leaf from his seat onto the ice. Hilarious.

But no. I also think that might be insulting to greater Canada. So fans should throw a maple tree onto the ice. Not branches. Entire trees.

theplantingtree.com

Don’t ask me how you’re supposed to sneak that into the arena. I provide the ideas, you provide the execution.

Carolina Hurricanes

If you really wanted to dig deep here you could throw tobacco. Maybe even barbecue.

But Krispy Kreme was started in North Carolina, and it would be absolutely wonderful if fans threw doughnuts onto the ice. Maybe even whole boxes! The fans get a fun sight and the players and refs get an in-game snack. Win-win.

Columbus Blue Jackets

Photo by Kirk Irwin/Getty Images

If you’re going to fire a cannon after every goal then you have to let fans throw cannonballs onto the ice every once and awhile. Them’s the rules.

New Jersey Devils

Devil-based idolatry might offend many people. Understandable. That’s why you throw traffic cones. I hear traffic in New Jersey is awful. A governor once told me that.

New York Islanders

Photo by Stephen Chernin/Getty Images

You have to celebrate Long Island’s seafood. Lots of options here. You could throw Blue Point oysters. You could throw clams.

But you could also get away with throwing Long Island ducks. Duck farming is apparently a big thing on Long Island, so nobody will get mad if you buy a duck and decide to launch it into a hockey game instead of dining on it.

New York Rangers

... blue shirts?

I’ve got nothing.

Philadelphia Flyers

My Philly coworkers tell me the food is good in Philly. Sure. I’ve never been, so I can’t disagree.

I almost put hoagie down for New Jersey because that’s where I thought it was from. Nope. It’s from Philly. So congrats, Flyers arena staff. You get to clean up after launched hoagies splatter all over the ice.

Pittsburgh Penguins

Awww. You can’t throw dead penguins onto the ice. That’s actually pretty disturbing.

But what do you associate most with Pittsburgh? That’s right. Bridges. Fans should throw a bridge onto the ice. Failing that, throw something made of steel. That’s safe enough. Probably safer than a bridge. Probably.

Washington Capitals

I’d say throw a swamp but that’s been drained, right? I was told that was drained.

I think it’d be a nice way to honor one of our greatest presidents by throwing top hats. Save your generic, normal hats for hat tricks. Top hats only come out for playoff runs.

Or throw a politician. Either one.

Vegas Golden Knights

Dice. Duh. Moving on.

Anaheim Ducks

Well. Ducks have already been taken by the Islanders. I know. This is confusing.

But fans can still honor the Mighty Ducks tradition by throwing Mighty Ducks action figures. Way better than real duck corpses.

Arizona Coyotes

Photo by Jared C. Tilton/Getty Images

Cacti. Are you kidding? Cacti. This was way too easy. Next team, please.

Calgary Flames

Throw fire.

Just kidding. No, throw lassos or cowboy hats or cowboy boots. Alberta (and Calgary, in particular) has a neat rural, ranching culture. And Calgary also hosts the Stampede, Canada’s largest annual rodeo festival. Embrace that and toss some rodeo items.

Like saddles! For the Saddledome! Perfect. Throw saddles.

Edmonton Oilers

Throw first round picks away. Wait, they’ve already done that a few times.

This is a deep cut, but stick with me.

Throw milkshakes to honor one of the best oil boom movies ever.

Los Angeles Kings

Crowns. Duh.

I guess if you wanted to throw something related to L.A. culture you could throw ... red carpets? Money? Flashing lights? Movies?

Wait. Yes. Movies.

Throw DVDs onto the ice. Boom. Forget the crowns. That was dumb.

San Jose Sharks

Too easy. I bet you could buy a shark at a market, right? A small shark, not a fully-grown one. Though if you can manage to smuggle in a whale shark then more power to you.

Vancouver Canucks

Another coastal town. So let’s go back to fish. And let’s go with a readily available Vancouver staple: salmon.

Or monkey puzzle trees. Because they sound and look funny.

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Chicago Blackhawks

Lots of food-based options here. But I like the idea of smuggling a deep-dish pizza into United Center in your coat for two periods before frisbee-ing it onto the ice.

Colorado Avalanche

I have family members who’ve lived in Colorado and told me stories about being late to work because they had to wait for a herd of moose or elk to cross the road. Antlers can’t be too hard to acquire, right? You could totally toss antlers, as long as they weren’t all sharp and stuff.

Or mountains.

Dallas Stars

As a Dallas native, I feel uniquely prepared to answer this. Dallas fans should honor their city’s traditions by throwing corporate buildings onto the ice.

Kidding. Kind of. Dallas is way less “Texan” than you’d imagine. Cowboy stuff wouldn’t fit too well. But as the only Texas NHL team, they have to represent the whole state.

So, fine. Stars fans should throw cowboy stuff. Maybe hats. Maybe boots. Maybe horseshoes. Let’s go with horseshoes.

Minnesota Wild

Apparently there are a lot of lakes in Minnesota. And gophers. If you don’t mind offending some fellow fans by throwing a dead gopher on the ice, then go for it I guess. But if subtlety is more your game, go to your local Minnesota lake with an empty water bottle and fill it up. Toss it on the ice. Hope somebody gets the joke as you’re escorted out of the arena.

St. Louis Blues

What better way to celebrate the blues tradition than throwing saxophones?

Winnipeg Jets

Again, you could go moose antlers here. Or plane tickets.

But I like the idea of low-tech references to your team name. So make some really cool paper airplanes and toss those.

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Hall of Fame

Summary: In 1936 Reader was a nurse for Sarah Rogers while capturing the attention of Bucky. Hesitate on starting anything due to your past and the job you had. Overtime you begin to follow your heart for Bucky, courtesy of Sarah’s wishes. What happens when the life you built could fall apart at any moment with the approaching war.

Words: 4054

Author: Caitsy

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, pre-serum!Steve, Winifred and George Barnes, Rebecca Barnes, Sarah Rogers, daughter!Lydia/OC x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, character death, fluff, a lot of angst, pregnancy, death of child, murder, drowning.

Disclaimer: I do not own any character from Marvel nor do I own any pictures or gifs. Enjoy.

A/N Who doesn’t like Bucky falling in love and having kids! Yet in typical fashion of my writing of course it has to have angst. I wasn’t going to post this until tomorrow or the following day but the amount of support has been astounding.

THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ASH AND I!!

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He watched her across the busy restaurant barely giving his attention to the brunette beside him talking his ear off. You was quite the dame but the lovely spirited girl laughing at her companion had him enthralled. The brunette was rather peeved at the lack of the attention from the strapping male she had gravitated to.

“Bucky?” The girl huffed crossing her arms. Lips pursed together grumbling grabbing her bag and standing, “You…you jerk!”

“Sure.” Bucky distractedly said watching the interaction of the object of his affections with her male companion Steve. Steve?!

“Hmph!” The brunette screamed stomping out of the diner into the cold night. Whereas Bucky was shocked watching his small statured friend make a girl that was out his league giggle. The smouldering girl glanced over her friends shoulder to see an exquisite male lift his milkshake up in response to her glance. The pretty dame watched as Steve looked over his shoulder seeing the usual object of female’s affections smirking. Bucky. Steve nodded him over and watched an unusual response as Bucky tripped on his way over.

“Hey Buck.” “Hey punk.” Bucky response not removing his eyes from the girl.

“This is the nurse who’s looking after my Mom. “We’re four-“ “Five.”

“Oh! We’re five times removed cousin on my Dad’s side.” Steve finished smiling over at her. 
 “Hi. I’m Bucky the reason Steve isn’t pounded black and blue all the time.” Bucky grinned.

“Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.” Y/N smiled, almost beaming up at him. You reminded him of Steve despite being a little taller than average.

“Can I get you a milkshake?”

“I actually don’t have a lot of time to be honest.” Y/N said pushing a hair that had fallen down behind her hair, “I have to go check up with Mrs. Rogers. You had a better morning than yesterday.”

“Is you getting better?” Steve asked concerned.

“At this point you’s better than normal.” Y/N smiled sadly watching as Steve began to get relieved, “I don’t want you to get your hopes up, Steve it’s the calm before the storm.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked confused. He saw Steve’s shoulders slump as if he knew what was going to be said next.

“A lot of patients health peak before dramatically dropping.” Y/N said clearing her throat.

“Buck. It means Mom doesn’t have a lot of time left.” Steve mumbled looking down at the ground.

“I’ve been looking after Sarah because the cost of a nurse is high and the economy right now isn’t financial good for the Rogers.” Y/N admitted ignoring the look Steve was sending her, “I gave my paycheque amount, which is more half the usual amount.”

“What?” Steve exclaimed angrily.

“You’re letting me stay with you and feeding me. Doing this is more than enough payment. Drop it.” Y/N firmly told him.

Bucky watched enthralled as the woman in front of him went from soft spoken to very firm. It was both amusing and adorable to watch and for the first time he believed he may be able to answer Rebecca’s question. The question on Bucky would ever fall in love and get married. The answer stood right in front of him.

“Here.” Steve mumbled helping her into the jacket, “I’ll see you in awhile.”

“Sure.” Y/N smiled at both of the boys before walking out the door into the cold day.

Bucky smiled watching her until he couldn’t see in his sight anymore, hearing an agonizing cough following by more he looked to the side. Standing there was an annoyed Steve Rogers that was hacking after the first intentional cough. “You okay, Punk?”

“S-shut up!” Steve retorted straightening after re-catching his breath, “Please tell me you aren’t going to go after her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Buck, you don’t have a good track record in relationships.” Steve admitted watching the reaction of his best friend.

“What about that blonde-“ Bucky started.

“That was one date and you can’t remember her first name.” Steve sighed, “That’s proves you’re not good at being in romantic relationships.”

“I never found the right girl to have one with.” Bucky huffed crossing his arms. He didn’t want to admit that Steve was in fact right about that.

He was a ladies man that was sure, he loved charming woman that were willing. He had a knack for dancing and he didn’t want to brag but he was good looking. He had never found the girl that blew him away until Y/N and he had only just met her.

“If you aren’t serious about her then please don’t go after her.” Steve pleaded, “Life  hasn’t been kind to her.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky questioned confused.

“Y/N lost her fiancé a year ago.” Steve admitted looking down, “They had known each other since they were young and fell in love. He died a few weeks before the wedding.”

“Oh.” Bucky said shocked.

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The leaves had fallen off the trees when October came leaving the apartment to begin to cool down a little more each day. Y/N was humming as you did the dishes killing time before you would help Sarah bath. At this point Sarah could joke around and tease her about the boy that followed her around with Steve. Bucky. Other than that Sarah could hardly move in the bed.

Her hands were covered in suds as the door to the apartment opened and both Steve and Bucky came into the small cramped room. They were joking around with each other and both smiled seeing Y/N in the kitchen.

“Hello boys.” Y/N smiled wiping her hands on a towel as the sink drained.

“Doll, have you changed your mind?” Bucky smiled charmingly, “One night of dancing.”

“I can’t. I promised Sarah we would read a book together.” Y/N replied starting to put the dishes away. You smiled in thanks as Steve began to help putting the stuff away. For the last couple months since they met Bucky had been trying to get her to go out with him. It wasn’t because you didn’t like him but it was more like you felt it was betraying Albert. It had been three years since his death and while it got easier the wound never healed.

“Come on.” Bucky said pouting. It almost had Y/N before you chuckled turning away.

“I’m sure there are lots of dames that would love to go out with you.”

“There’s only one dame I want.” Bucky chuckled sitting down at the small table, “Do you want to play cards with Steve and I?”

“No thanks. I don’t want to hurt your feelings when I win.”

“You can play then because you ain’t winning against me.” Bucky teased stretching his long legs out.

What Bucky didn’t know is that her family hadn’t had a lot of money growing up so family nights involved card games. Against her mother’s wishes her father taught her how to play poker and nail poker face also. You was proud to say you was an expert at cards.

“If you say so.” Y/N teased sitting down at the table with the two males. A tattered deck of cards already shuffled.

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Two weeks after playing cards with Bucky and Steve it became clear that Sarah wasn’t going to make it past tomorrow. It was mid morning when Sarah urgently requested you go get her son, not wasting anytime Y/N, wearing her low height heels, raced off the diner where you first met Bucky.

Her hair fell out of her tight bun as the wind raced past and her breathing became heavy as you continued on. Mumbling apologies you ran around the people in Brooklyn until you came across the diner. Inside at a booth was the laughing pair. Both looked up in concern as Y/N crouched trying to catch her breath. “Whoa! Doll, are you okay?” Bucky questioned kneeling down to place a hand on her shoulder, “Did you run all the way?”

“S-Steve.” Y/n choked gladly taking the water he had been drinking. Gulping some of it you finished, “It’s your mom.”

Without another word the trio began a fast pace back to the apartment so that Steve wouldn’t collapse. Waiting a minute Steve grabbed the spare key and unlocked the door. Swiftly he raced towards his mother’s room where he heard a weak cough. “We’ll give you a minute.” Bucky sadly said putting his arm around Y/N waist. You didn’t bother moving away.

Nearly half an hour passed before Steve came out with cheeks stained of tears. His blue eyes swirled with sadness and tears as he sat on the couch. He sniffled before looking towards his friends.

“Buck. Mom wants to talk to you.” Steve cried.

“Okay.” Bucky replied walking into the bedroom.

“Sh.” Y/N whispered hugging Steve close to her. The small man choked on his tears as he hugged the taller girl even closer.

It wasn’t long before Bucky walked out to the living room motioning towards Y/N. The girl got up from the couch had wandered into the room where Sarah was weakly coughing. The woman motioned her nurse over to talk but instead Y/N began to care for her until her hand was very weakly shoved away.

“Marry that boy.” Sarah smiled up at her, “You’ve become a very important part of this family and I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N said brushing back the older woman’s hair.

“Take care of my boy but let Bucky take care of you.” Sarah sighed closing her eyes.

Ten minutes passed by slowly until Sarah Rogers died at 2:30pm on October 15, 1936. Keeping to the wishes Sarah said Y/N accepted a date with Bucky later that week.

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The dance hall was filled to the brim nearly a year after Sarah had died leaving a heartbroken son. The blue dress was one of Y/N favourites because it twirled along with you and was warm enough for the weather. The black shoes strapped to her feet were a new pair from a couple months ago. Lips painted a bright red. You took Bucky’s breath away.

Both of them were twenty years old and deeply in love with each other, a redheaded woman across the room bit her lip. The female had always had a crush on Bucky Barnes and until Dot saw his girl had a ring on her finger giving up wasn’t happening. Dot wandered over fluttering her lashes.

“Hey James.” You smiled, “I’m Dot.”

“Uh…” Bucky tried off not knowing why the girl was there, “Can I help you?”

“Could you spare a dance for little ‘ole me?” Dot sweetly smiled looking up at the much taller man.

Y/N raised on eyebrow as you watched the woman sweet talking her boyfriend while he looked uncomfortable. You had never seen him look uncomfortable and it sure was a sight to see. Taking pity on him you grinned coming back to Bucky as he kissed the side of her head.

“All my dances are for this beautiful girl.” Bucky smiled looking down at his girl.

“Are-“

“Excuse us, we some dances to get to.” You smiled pulling Bucky onto the lively dance floor.

The night went by fast until Bucky had dragged you outside of a walk in a local park that was breathtaking. His arm was around you’re shoulder as you sighed enjoying the heat coming from him. She became confused when he stopped near a pond.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you captured my heart the minute I saw you in the diner. I know you haven’t had a good life before and I know you were going to have a family a couple years before. I don’t want to replace the man you loved before me and I never could. I want to know if there’s room in that large heart of yours for me and our future kids if you agree. I spent years not knowing I was trying to find someone. The ring isn’t big but I think our love makes up for that, so would you do me the greatest honour of becoming my best friend, wife and future mother of my kids by marrying him?” Bucky asked kneeling down with a tasteful ring with a small diamond.

You’re hands flew to your mouth in utter shock and happiness. One tear trailed down your cheek as you furiously nodded your head while Bucky pushed the ring on your finger. Climbing up to his feet her deeply kissed you causing your tears to mix together.

“I love you.” Bucky whispered moving his lips to her forehead. “I love you too.”

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James and Y/N Barnes were married in the winter of 1937 in the midst of Bucky’s entire family, the small family you had left along with Steve. It was a small gathering in the local church with Rebecca serving as the maid of honour and Steve as the best man. It was awkward for Steve being ‘coupled’ with his best friend’s little sister.

The reception was short and sweet before the newlyweds retreated to the small motel room they had managed to get. The night was blissful as they consummated their love in that small dark room while snow fell calmly outside. Pulling you into his arms Bucky hugged you close as you both began to fall asleep.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Nine months after their wedding night the creation of their love was born late in the night of February 16, 1938 with a nervous Steve and Barnes family waiting in the room room. A midwife inside helping you deliver the little baby you had come to love so very much. Steve bit his lip anticipation almost killing you right there.

The door opened to the bedroom with an emotional Bucky grinning at his best friend in the world. The most beautiful sound from the room he had left echoed in the small apartment. Steve shot up and pulled Bucky into a hug.

“Lydia Adaline Barnes would like very much to meet her family.” Bucky cried happily causing cheers through the room, “If you would wait a few minutes for Y/N to get ready and you can come meet her.”

Bucky returned into the room where you were being checked and cleaned up before the sheets were changed. Lydia now cleaned from the goo and cuddled on her mother’s chest. Bucky carefully sat on the bed next to his wife as he gazed down to the little girl that already had him wrapped around her finger.

“Hi sweetie.” Bucky whispered kissing the girl on the forehead watching as her blue eyes, the usual eye colour of a caucasian newborn, gazed into his.

The room became crowded once everyone was in the room just as the midwife left and gave the okay. George and Winifred closely watched their first grandchild interact with her father and mother. Rebecca squealed calling to the first to hold her niece.

“She’s so precious.” Winifred teared up, “Her name is so pretty!”

“Congratulations, son.” George said giving Bucky a thump on the back.

“She’s gorgeous!” Steve gasped gazing at the little girl.

“Would you be her godfather?” Bucky asked already knowing the answer. Steve nodded pulling his best friend in for a hug

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You leaned against the door jam watching your husband playing with your daughter, she was now a little over a year with hair that had gone way too fast. She was crawling but had yet to say mother than ‘mama’ and ‘dada’ or even walk. She was a cuddle bug with a fiery personality already.

“Come on sweetheart!” Bucky cooed towards his dark haired daughter. She giggled crawling towards him, “You can walk! I know you can! You were walking yesterday.”

“Dada!” Lydia exclaimed reaching for him. Bucky sighed leaning back biting his lip and running a hand through his hair.

Bucky had been very protective over Lydia, Addie for short, since she was born and worried heavily on her development. You, as a nurse, knew she was learning at her own pace and her development was on schedule. You had explained and even got Addie’s doctor to explain but it didn’t stop Bucky from worrying.

“Do you think that…I mean I don’t care if she’s…but I don’t want her to-“

“Buck. She’s fine. She’s just not ready to walk yet. My family were the same by not walking until seventeen months and Addie is only seventeen months ago. Remember she was walking yesterday but it’s a process.”

“I know. I worry too much.” Bucky admitted kissing Addie on the head.

“Yes you do.” You chuckled sitting on the ground with your small family.

It was difficult to maneuver while you were pregnant again with your second child. Both you and Bucky wanted your first two kids to be adequately close in age. By the time this baby came Addie would be almost two years old.

“How’s the little nugget.” Bucky question smiling at his unborn child.

“Making me tired.” You joked patting your bump. You were showing more than when you were pregnant with Addie.

You were four months pregnant despite appearing to be five months pregnant with a healthy baby. You were planning on another home birth with the family helping out with looking after Addie. You had the necessities and the clothes Addie had grown out of from birth to now. You had decided keeping everything was more cost efficient than buying new stuff.

“You can rest.” Bucky chuckled. “I already napped for awhile.” You said kissing Bucky on the cheek.

“Mama!” Addie squealed kissing your tummy. She didn’t really understand what was happening but she was still a very sweet little girl.

“Hey sweetie.” You grinned kissing her cheek.

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You were humming again as you made yours and Bucky’s bed in the morning waiting for Addie and Will to calm down. They were both very different in personality despite the close age but both scared blue eyes with their dad. Addie had Bucky’s dark hair while Will had blonde hair.

Addie was bubbly, outgoing and fiery in temper. Will was more reserved than his sister and reminded you very much of Steve to be honest but he was also only two years old. He was the calm child that adored his sister as much as she adored him. They were both troublemakers when they wanted to be.

“Momma!” Addie exclaimed, “Will hit me!”

“Addie, don’t take his toys.” Bucky exclaimed walking in the door. He was spending so much time with the kids and you in this time.

The news of soldiers being drafted war was going around shortly after America declared war on Japan. The nation had been shook when Japan attacked Pearl Harbour and soon men were racing to join the fight. Among a lot of tears and begging followed by a bad fight with Bucky led to the agreement that Bucky would enlist.

“Afternoon doll.” Bucky said kissing the side of your head. You giggled pushing him away to place the pillow on the bed.

“How was work?” You questioned kissing him quickly.

“Dull. Steve’s still trying to enlist.”

“Training him probably wasn’t the smartest idea.” You chuckled shaking your head.

“True.” Bucky laughed, “I know when I’m shipping out.”

“When?” You sighed burrowing deeper into his arms.

“Day after tomorrow. Steve’s upset he got rejected again so I’m taking him to an Expo. Managed to snag Martha to be his date so I can sneak back home to see my wife.” Bucky kissed your neck before feeling two sets of arms wrap around his legs. Looking down to see his children he scooped them into his arms.

“Daddy!” Addie giggled along with Will. Laughing together the Barnes family returned to the living room where the kids began to play together again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered back.

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Life drastically changed with the war getting more and more dangerous. Steve managed to get enlisted and some serum changed him to be much bigger than before. Addie began school shorty after the news of Bucky being found as a POW. That broke everyone’s heart but was nothing compared to when the Y/N and the kids lives were shattered forever.

In 1945, when Addie was seven and Will was five, you received news that your husband had tragically lost his life. Shorty after Steve crashed a plan into the ocean and you were lost in sea of mourning. Things were made worse when you learnt that during the time Howard Stark flew you to see a recovering Bucky you had fallen pregnant again.

Addie and Will began helping around the house you had bought with savings while you tended to the newborn twins. You were beyond frazzled and getting help from your in-laws because four kids was something you had thought you would share with Bucky. What made it worse was that your newborn daughter Elizabeth James Barnes and Thomas Steven Barnes were born on Bucky’s birthday in 1946.

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Even at ninety-nine you still had your memory in perfect health minus the cancer that returned only a few months ago. There was no fighting this time and you thought back on your life watching the men sitting in the chair next to you. Apparently Bucky and Steve hadn’t died at all with serum running in both of their veins.

Bucky had lost his life with you and the kids while Steve lost his chance of happiness with Peggy Carter. Even now with Sharon she could see the pain in his eyes.

“Can you tell me about our life?” Bucky’s rough voice questioned looking at his wife.

“We had four-“

“What?” Steve and Bucky exclaimed shocked.

“The night we spent together while you recovered from torture we conceived twins that were born on your birthday in 1946.” You sighed watching your wrinkling hands tearing up at the memories.

“Our children go Lydia Adaline was born February 16, 1938 and William George was born December 31, 1940. Our daughter Elizabeth James and her twin brother Thomas Steven were born March 10, 1946.” You wept looking at the pictures on your wall.

“You named him after me.” Steve smiled looking at the images.

“It seemed right. I got a lot of words on giving Elizabeth a male middle name but I wanted her to have a part of you.”

Bucky was crying at the news and how much he had lost.

“Addie is a retired teacher with two sons and one grandchild. Jamie is now a retired nurse with only one child. Tommy’s the police commissioner in New York and he’s got six children and ten grandchildren with another on the way.” You answered closing your eyes tightly.

“What about Will?” Hearing Will’s name fall out of Bucky’s mouth sent you into a mourning sobbing mess.

“Will. My little baby William drowned when he was 10 years old, i-it was painful because one of the older boys…” You trailed off remembering the day you learnt what happened, “This older boy was interested in people being brought back from death. For a solid hour and a half he drowned Will and resuscitated multiple times.”

“No.” The strangled voice of Bucky brought you back to reality, “How bad?”

“H-He…he had multiple fractures in his chest area, stomach…he was carved with a missing ear and heart.” You sobbed, “Will was the first human that monster killed and the first only one he took the heart from.”

There in the cold white hospital room with multiple family pictures, an elderly lady, and two young super soldiers the silence killed. The agony of losing her child was brought back tenfold and soon her heart monitor was beeping in one long noise. Bucky thrashed in Steve’s arms as his wife died from a broken heart with a side of cancer but he didn’t miss her last words that he returned like always.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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