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fandomlovingfreak · 3 years ago

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Glacial Passion (7/?)

Regulus Black/Reader

Rating: NSFW (at end of chapter)

Trigger Warning: Arranged Marriage, sexual content (consensual)

Word Count: 3715

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Summary: Glacial, cold, icy… all words that described Regulus Black’s grey eyes. Was there truly no emotion behind those eyes, or did a caring man exist beneath? Could she defrost those glacial eyes?

Disclaimer: Regulus Black (Walburga Black, Orion Black, and Sirius Black) is a character from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. Reader or y/n is not owned by Rowling. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: No notes really. Sorry for the wait.

Enjoy

***

Mother & Father,

(y/n) and I will be continuing our honeymoon for at least an extra week. We will be traveling outside of Paris. I will send an owl once we are settled in the hotel.

Walburga stares down at the letter.

Cold shock fills her at her new daughter-in-law willingly is staying past the allotted time Regulus had planned for the couple's honeymoon.

Walburga thought them to be so indifferent about one another that they would have arrived home days earlier than planned, not extend their time alone together.

Hopefully, though, this meant the next heir of the House of Black would be on the way.

Part of her knows her son will continue to be stubborn, casting those infernal charms. Walburga didn't understand why her son insisted on-- engaging with his wife if he was just going to waste the attempt with a literal flick of his wand. The way he ignored his duties to his birthright was infuriating. She had thought she had raised this son to honor his pure blood and pedigree. To never ignore the responsibilities he had to his family.

Walburga glares at her husband. Blasted Orion had been the one to teach Regulus the contraceptive charm. Although she is glad no bastard children are running around, something she knew Regulus was aware could not happen, she wasn't happy that her golden boy is presently defying her wishes. If Orion hadn't insisted on taking her son to his-- whores, they wouldn't be in this position. Regulus shouldn't have been exposed to those dirty blood, good for nothing tarts.

Tainting one's flesh was as good as tainting one's blood, in Walburga's mind. Not that she'd express her thoughts to anyone of their status. Men of Pureblood never seemed to view things of this matter as she did.

She knew this from experience.

Walburga sets the letter down on the breakfast table, "Regulus and (y/n) will be extending their-- holiday for another week yet."

"Is that right?" Orion says absentmindedly, continuing to scan the Prophet. She can tell he isn't listening to a word she says. Even after all these years, Orion's inattentiveness still boils her blood to an extent. You would think one would get used to being ignored, especially after all the years she has had to get used to it.

"I wonder where he will be taking our daughter-in-law."

"Yes, very weird."

Walburga's expression sours-- further. She snatches up the letter from Regulus and storms out of the breakfast room without another word.

***

I bustle around the room when Regulus is away, posting another letter. The afternoon and night before had been nice, to say the least. Regulus had been sweet, almost affectionate, the entire time we spent together. It was a big change in a short amount of time, which worried me a bit. Hopefully, he wouldn't revert back to his old ways in the next few days. Merlin-- I hope he won't at all.

I rearranged the bed pillows for the sixth time, trying to distract myself from my thoughts.

The door's key noise disturbs my thoughts as Regulus steps into the room.

"Hi," I rub my hands down the front of my dress.

We stare awkwardly at one another for a moment before he speaks.

"I've been thinking about traveling outside of Paris. Would you be interested in extending our-- honeymoon?"

I'm taken aback by his sudden choice in conversation, "Where outside of Paris?"

"We can go wherever you please," he holds my hand, pulling me closer to his chest. This is the closest we've been since before he committed to trying our relationship out.

I clear my throat, "I-- guess that I'm just not really picky about where we go."

He smiles, "Well, then I guess you'll just have to trust that the places I want to go are places you want to go."

***

Together we pack up our belongings, casually swapping small talk.

"Do you want to write to your parents?" Regulus looks up from packing his trunk. "I mean, you haven't seen them since the wedding."

"What?" I give him a weird look, "No. I don't have anything to say to them."

Regulus looks slightly alarmed, "What do you mean?"

"No offense to you, but my parents practically forced me to marry you. I'm not too keen on speaking with them right now."

"You shouldn't just-- I mean, they're your parents."

"Doesn't mean what they did wasn't insensitive. I wasn't theirs to just... give away."

He reflects on my words before taking my hand in his, squeezing comfortingly, "Sorry."

"For what? I know you were coerced into marrying me. It's not your fault."

"I know that. And at some level, I was pushed towards-- doing the right thing-- but I also had the right to refuse, and you were not granted such a right."

I nod, looking away as tears threatened at the corners of my eyes, "It doesn't matter--"

"No, it does matter. You do matter." I meet his eyes. They're steely, the furrowed brow and sour expression I know are not for me. "Don't you see why I use the bloody contraception charms now? They've taken too much from us already (y/n). They're not going to take that away from us as well."

I blink again, "That's why?"

"Of course it's why. We're not-- we're people for Merlin's sake. You're not property (y/n). I won't let anyone treat my wife like that." I'm not sure what to say to him. Thank you? Maybe that would be appropriate. "Besides, we're too young to think of such things. Maybe in ten years--"

"Ten years?" I laugh, "you really think I can keep them at bay for ten whole years? Your mother would be calling in every fertility specialist in the wizarding world, insistent that something must be wrong with me. Certainly, she wouldn't believe the problem was you."

Regulus sighs, "Okay, fine. Not ten years, maybe-- five?"

"Regulus," I laugh, "I know you don't like it. I am completely aware that you don't like being pushed around and knowing that I feel bad for trying to trick you into doing what I wish. But, like you said earlier. You can refuse, do as you please, but I only have one option laid out before me as your wife. And, I can't wait forever for you. I don't have that option. In a much wider social stance, people will talk and make my life miserable. Along with that, your mother and my own will also make my life miserable. There's nothing I'd like to do more than to-- take time for us, or even just me, but that just isn't the life we can lead."

Regulus looks down at his packing. I have to change the subject, feeling that we've exhausted this conversation enough for now.

"Who are you sending letters to?"

Regulus looks up, "Well, the first one was for my brother, and the one this morning was for my parents."

"Oh, I didn't know you were talking to your brother." I'm suddenly reminded that Regulus hadn't answered my questions.

"So..."

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you now to tell me about your childhood now?"

Regulus looks uncomfortable immediately. He rubs the back of his neck, "Um-- Sure."

I reach for his arm, hoping that my touch is just a little bit comforting, "You don't have to, Regulus. If you don't want to."

"No," his eyes look so... serious as he collects his thoughts, "I want to be honest with you, and this is a part of who I am." I smile at him, my fingers moving to intertwine with his. "My parents are-- well, they clearly are in a situation like ours. Except it has been a very long time now, and nothing good came from the union."

"Well, not exactly nothing," I squeeze his hand.

Regulus rolls his eyes, "I'm not sure Sirius and I are something good, but okay, yes. Not everything was bad if you insist." His reserved smile has butterflies exploding in my stomach. "Anyways, my father has always chosen to be... well, he's always strayed from my mother. Even when I was a child, I'm sure he chose to be unfaithful even before Sirius and I. And-- uh..."

"What?" I'm not sure I want to know. He's developed a pink flush on his cheeks, not meeting my eye suddenly.

"Well, I was just going to-- confess, I suppose, about his favorite whorehouse."

Frowning, I ask what he means by confessing? What in the world is the connection between Orion's favorite whorehouse and Regulus.

It dawns on me exactly what he's confessing to, right as he speaks.

Regulus reddens further, "I'm sure you understand where I am going..."

I guess I have no reason to be upset over Regulus's past trysts. He was older than me, and most importantly, he was a pureblood man who was expected to... well, act as a pureblood man acts. And that included sleeping around as a bachelor, or in the Black family's case, sleeping with a select group of people their patriarch has chosen.

"Orion thought that we should uh-- learn in preparation for our marriages. Get out any wildness in our systems with the protection of women who were paid and wouldn't try to blackmail with a bastard child."

I feel the cold glacial feeling of guilt rise up from the pit of my stomach all the way to my skin. Had I been-- Had I been causing him to relive a painful moment when I demanded--?

"And well, there are plenty of other things that were-- questionable about my parent's parenting style. My mother, you probably recognize she is a cruel, cold woman. A part of our recently exchanged letters, my brother and I were talking about a memory of our mother. Before she was the woman, you know, she was, well, a much more loving mother to the both of us. You actually were the one who brought forth the memory."

"I did?"

Regulus nods, reaching to cup my cheek in his hand, "It was the night we went to that-- the restaurant my father suggested. You said something about-- uh, a potential child giving you the love you seek from me."

I look away, feeling embarrassed by my words. To some extent, I do-- or did believe that having Regulus's heir, that a child's love could replace the feelings that should be between us as a couple.

"I--" I'm not even sure what to say. "That was wrong of me. I mean, eventually, it has to happen but pushing you-- or well attempting to trick you actually, because I thought..." What did I think? That he was hopeless? That I'd be stuck in a marriage that would parallel his parents and every other miserable Pureblood couple that has come before us.

"You have to remember that I am far from-- where you want me to be." Regulus's thumb traces under my eye, "But I certain I want what you've been asking me for."

***

Our packing takes longer than we'd expected as we spend more moments in conversation about our pasts, present, and hopeful future.

Regulus tells me about his first owl, a little brown owl originally named Maverick but nicknamed Rick because Regulus hadn't been able to pronounce it at age six. He tells me about family vacations that ended in disaster and his first date with a half-blood girl in year four that went terribly wrong. He reluctantly tells me about losing his virginity after I argue he already knew my story. With each moment, I feel more connected to him. How you feel at the beginning of the relationship when you're getting to know someone, the silly stuff that matters because you want to know them.

Checking out of the hotel is a bit-- strange, to say the least. As my husband talks to the witch at the front desk, who introduced herself to me as Seren, has been grinning an extra amount at Regulus, who appears to be oblivious to the flirtatious nature of the girl.

I'm surprised by the annoyance I feel as she flirts with my husband right in front of me. Without a second thought, I reach for his hand. I make sure that the ring Regulus gave me is obviously placed as I look Seren straight in the eye. Her eyes fall on the large purple jewel before her eyes shoot back up to mine. She at least has the decency to look embarrassed, her cheeks pinkening. Regulus frowns slightly at the interaction before going back to paying the witch.

I can't say that I'm not glad when we officially check out and walk out of the door. The jealousy is alarming, but what am I supposed to do when someone is ogling my husband?

"I'm not completely oblivious, you know." Regulus glances at me, a small amused smile on his face.

"To what? The girl flirting with you?"

He chuckles, "That and your possessive behavior."

I look at him outraged, "I was not possessive."

He holds up my hand, "What was this about then? You casually wanted to hold my hand?"

"So what if I did?"

Regulus rolls his eyes, "If that's what you really believe you were doing and not claiming me--"

"Claiming you?" I snatch my hand away.

"What else are you doing when you're showing off that ring?"

"I'm hardly claiming you. She was just-- too comfortable for my liking."

Regulus makes a sound in the back of his throat, "If you say so."

I bite the inside of my cheek, "Why didn't you do anything?"

He tries to hide a smile, "I hardly was indulging her."

"You didn't tell her to--" fuck off.

"I guarantee you, my dear wife, I have been deflecting her attempts all week." Oh, so maybe this wasn't exactly Regulus's fault... completely.

"You have?"

He stops me on the sidewalk, "Yes, of course. Do you really think I would flirt with another woman? Especially now?"

I shrug, "I guess-- no. I don't think you'd do that."

He shakes his head, "Of course I wouldn't."

***

I hold (y/n) tight against my chest as I apparate us to our new destination, remembering how she reacted the last time we apparated.

The moment we're safely on the ground, I continue to hold her, asking quietly if she's okay in a hushed tone. (y/n) nods, her fingers gripping the sleeve of my coat.

For a second, I contemplate pressing a kiss to her temple as I rub my hand up and down her back, but I stop myself before I go through with the reaction. Even with the small progress we've made, it feels too intimate, even as a gesture of comfort.

"Tell me when you're ready," I whisper.

Slowly, (y/n) pulls away from my embrace, (y/e/c) eyes opening hesitantly.

"I really don't like it." She says hesitantly.

"I can tell." We stand still for another beat before she confirms she is in better shape.

"Where are we?"

"Cork, Ireland."

Her eyes widen with curiosity, "Really? I've never been. Dad's been a few times, but obviously, with school and other things, I hadn't had the chance to successfully convince him to take me with."

"So there were places you wished to visit." I can't help but tease her as she prattles on about the things her father has told her about the city we're visiting.

"Of course, but you spring things on me too quickly. I can never recall things when I've been surprised."

I chuckle, "Fair enough. We should check in soon; it's nearly ten. Whoever's running the front desk won't be happy we've arrived so late."

***

By the time we've checked in and opened the door to the suite, it's nearing ten-thirty.

(y/n) takes a quick peek around the room before turning back towards me, "I suppose we should unpack--"

I don't let her finish the statement as I take two large steps towards her, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her soundly on the mouth. She makes a sound of surprise but doesn't pull away or smack me or something she ought to do, really. I'm not even sure where this need to kiss her came from. Maybe the way the soft light of the dimmed bedroom lights landed across her person, making her picturesque, ethereal even.

All I do know is that I must have her this instant. Must feel her soft skin under my fingers, feel her silken warmth as we move together atop the sheets of the hotel bed.

I have to have her, and I can only hope she feels the same way.

Tentatively, I run my hand down her spine, fiddling with the ridiculous amount of buttons that I could easily open with the flick of my wand. Something about the thought of painstakingly unbuttoning each individual button was incredibly erotic.

"I can never seem to control myself when you're around," I whisper as I kiss below her jaw. The way she seems to melt under the words has me smiling against her neck as I continue to kiss down to her exposed collarbone. These damn dresses she wears always showed off just enough cleavage to draw my eyes towards the neckline. "Do you wear these dresses on purpose? Torturing me all day, having to see only the tops of your breasts." Her breath hitches, egging me on. "Do you like it when I talk about your body like that? Like the way, just the sight of some of your naked flesh has me turned on? Hm?"

"Regulus--" My name comes from her lips like a prayer.

"Tell me what you want." My hands worship her body, squeezing her covered tits. I would do anything to get this blasted dress off of her.

"I-- I want you."

"Want me to do what? Use your words, kitten."

Her lips, red and abused, open and close attractively once or twice before she finds her words, "I want you to fuck me."

"Fuck you? You want my cock, huh? Is that it? In any way that I'll give it to you?"

She blinks, a bit confused, but nods. I can't believe I've rendered my wife so speechless, so cock-hungry she can barely articulate what she wants.

"Let's get this off then," I tug at the neckline of her dress, "turn around, kitten." She quickly obeys, and I get to work on the buttons, finding I can release her from her dress easier than I had previously imagined.

The fabric hits the floor as I gaze at her naked back, "turn back around. Think you've teased me enough. I want to see those tits."

Slowly, she faces me once again.

"I think I wanna fuck these," I say as I reacquaint myself with the feeling of her breasts in my hands.

"You want to-- what?" I often forget that my wife's sexual experience starts and ends with what we've done. She's looking at me like I've said something odd.

"You want me to show you? I think you'd look lovely with my cock between your breasts." I discard my pants, shirt, and jacket, pulling her towards the bed, lightly guiding her down to the floor as I sit.

"What about fucking me?" She frowns up at me.

I chuckle at her indignant frown, "Don't worry, darling. I plan on cumming inside of you. Now, push your tits together nice and tight around me. There we go."

Hesitantly, she does as I say. The sight alone has me twitching.

Gently, I thrust up. If I thought the view before was good, seeing her innocent face watch as I seek pleasure from a new place on her body. She's radiant, on her knees, watching my cock disappear and reappear.

"Do you like that, darling? Like watching?"

Her eyes flit up to meet mine, "Yes." It takes nearly everything within me not to cum on the spot. Merlin, what was this girl doing to me?

"Do you want me to fuck you, kitten?" I hold her chin, so she has to look at me.

"Obviously." There's that attitude I expect. Chuckling, I pull her from her knees, maneuvering her on her back.

"So impatient. Just itching to feel me deep inside ya, huh?" She nods, "words, darling."

"Yes, please."

The first inches feel like coming home. She makes those breathy noises I love, pleading with me for more, to give her everything and anything I can.

It's a symphony in the room, the headboard of the old creaky bed knocking against the wallpapered wall, the noises (y/n) makes every time she moves her hips against mine... There's no doubt that we're alerting the rest of the occupants exactly what we're doing in room twelve.

This thought stirs something inside of me. Clumsily, my fingers find her clit hoping to get her exactly where I'm at.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop--" her voice is utterly fucked as she practically chants these words.

"Cum for me, kitten. Don't hold back." Merlin-- please don't hold back.

If our neighbors weren't aware of the little-- musical act happening in our room, they were now. (y/n) writhes beneath me, fingernails digging into the small of my back.

"Fuck--" I don't hold back as she clenches down hard.

Was it ever this good with someone else? I can't think of a single woman who makes me cum as hard as I do with (y/n).

As the weaker aftershocks continue to rack my body, I lay down next to her, pulling her into my embrace. I reach for my wand in my discarded jacket, silently casting the charm.

(y/n) looks like she wants to say something, but I stop her, kissing her forehead.

"I promise, someday. But not today." (y/n) doesn't say anything but nods as she gets more comfortable in my arms. "You know, this is the first time we've done this."

"What do you mean?" (y/n) laughs, "we've done this a few times now."

"Not that. I mean, usually, one of us runs off after we've done that. This is the first time you're voluntarily in my arms."

(y/n) makes a soft noise of agreement, "That's true."

I smile. This was progress.

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3pirouette · 4 years ago

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Fic: Six Dates, Times, and Places (1/1)

Title: Six Dates, Times, and Places By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Spoilers: Endgame Disclaimer: They're not mine. Word Count: 3488 Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: The night before Steve leaves to return the stones, Bucky gives him one last mission.

A/N: Check out THIS POST for links to a guy on Tik Tok who says it about Steve and Bucky better than I ever could. This was inspired by his posts, and this satisfies the “Bucky Barnes” square on my Steggy Bingo Bash card.

~*~ The Night Before

Bucky sat across from him, quiet. Steve was waiting him out, and Bucky was thankful, for the millionth time, for his best friend. He scratched his head, eyes squeezed shut. “I just… I don’t know how to say it, exactly.”

Steve kicked his feet up on the coffee table between them, “If it’s about me going tomorrow- it’ll be quick. Five seconds for you, not even.” Steve smiled and laughed lightly, trying to reassure his friend. “Doubt you could even finish taking a piss in the time I’m gone.”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes still shut tight. “Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

“I’m not worried. We did it before…” Bucky opened his eyes, watching Steve cross his arms. Bucky knew his friend was harboring at least a little anxiety even if he didn’t want to admit it. He could see it in the set of his shoulders.

Bucky couldn’t keep the smile off his face, but it was more from nerves and the gnawing feeling in his stomach that what he was about to do would somehow screw it all up. “Yeah, see, that’s the thing. It won’t be ten seconds for you.”

“A few hours—”

“Years.”

Steve tilted his head at Bucky’s correction, but didn’t say anything.

“You see, I thought I was going nuts, when they first got all that programming out of me. When Shuri insisted I could trust my memories, because they were…” Bucky stopped shaking his head. He’d told Steve some of it. His best friend knew what nightmares haunted him.

“But there were a few times…” he started again, leaning forward and running his hand through his hair, “There was this one memory that I just could not get to make any sense. And now?” He laughed, lightly at first, but it grew. It grew until he was actually smiling and he looked up at Steve with joy in his eyes. “Now I know it’s real, because time travel is fucking real.”

Bucky’s grin was contagious, and Steve couldn’t help but smile a little. “I don’t understand.”

Bucky nodded, his voice still light and anxious. “I know you don’t. But I don’t know if I should tell you, either. Won’t it like- mess up the space-time continuum or something?”

Steve shrugged. “Bruce and Strange say anything we do- did- in the past will be fixed when I put the stones back.” He leaned forward, kicking his feet back down and placing his elbows on his knees. “I don’t claim to really understand it, but Strange assured me that it will work out. That the things that have happened, that will happen, are supposed to and…” Steve spayed his hands, shaking his head. “I gotta trust these guys know more about it than I do.”

Bucky sat quietly for a minute, his hands interlaced, his flesh fingers playing over the ridges in his vibranium hand. He stood, pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Steve. He didn’t let the man take it, though, just held his hand in both of his, the paper between them, and looked down at him. His voice was low when he finally spoke, serious. Melodious Russian fell from his lips. “Now you,” he nodded down at Steve.

Steve was confused, but he tried to repeat it back, stumbling over the sounds.

Bucky pursed his lips and shook his head, still holding Steve’s hand tight. “You have to say it exactly as I say it, and you have to promise me you’re never going to forget it, ok?”

“Buck- what—”

Bucky’s dark look stopped Steve’s words. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” Steve’s reply was without hesitation.

They repeated the call and response a dozen times until Steve’s words sounded exactly like Bucky’s.

Bucky let go of Steve’s hand, satisfied. Steve unfurled the small folded paper, his brows furrowing as he looked back up. Bucky’s shoulders slumped, a memory he wasn’t ready to share taking over. “You’ll know,” he mumbled as he walked away, “you’ll know.”

~*~ 1948

Steve tried to keep a low profile as he moved down the path. It was a long and winding path along the riverfront, and he didn’t know what he was looking for, which made things worse.

Date, time, place. Six neat rows in Bucky’s blocky handwriting on a scrap of paper. He didn’t know for sure what they were, but he had guesses.

He knew the nightmares that haunted Bucky. He knew about some of the things he’d done. Steve wanted to help, he did, but he only had enough Pym Particles for one more trip. He picked the earliest date on the list and prayed he could find Bucky and stop him, find a way to save him, before anything else happened.

He prayed he figured it out this time, because in his heart he knew he’d use those particles to go to the next date on the list if he didn’t, and end up taking the long way back to his friends.

He wasn’t abandoning Bucky, not when he’d so clearly asked him for help.

It was the only thing that had made sense. Steve couldn’t quite tease out why the Russian phrase was so important, but he’d spent the night awake, lying in bed, repeating it over and over. Buck had asked for help without saying it, had given him the choice and the opportunity, knowing they were giving him a few more Pym Particles than he needed, just in case. He was going to overpower Bucky and… and help him. It was the only option he had.

He knew he couldn’t take Bucky back with him for multiple reasons, but maybe he could get him to someone that could help. It would be too early for Fury, but Howard, maybe, or Phillips…

The walk along the Potomac was buzzing with people, the crisp Spring air of ’48 a draw, the cherry trees in full bloom around them. It would have been a nice night for a stroll if he wasn’t so anxious. The cheap windbreaker he bought only barely covered the shape of the shield on his back, but it kept the chill of the wind off the water away. It would have been a beautiful place for a walk if he wasn’t so intently looking for any sign of the Winter Soldier…

He stopped in his tracks, eyes glued across the way. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

There she was, just sitting under one of the cherry trees in a little nook away from the water, legs crossed, a cup of coffee in one hand and eyes on the folder in her other hand.

He watched for what felt like forever, his eyes glued to the way she sipped the coffee, the attention she was giving the file, the way she bounced her top leg and wiggled her toes to keep her shoe on just right.

He’d been afraid of this.

He’d been afraid of coming here and seeing her.

Peggy Carter. Alive. Breathing. Young and beautiful and within a few yards of him.

He almost hadn’t made it out of Lehigh last time. Tony never knew he’d seen her, never knew that he almost gave it all up for a chance to hear her voice say his name again.

He’d asked Tony to put it all on the line, and he’d been ready to throw the future of the masses away just to hear his name on her lips.

She was so much younger here. Still in the SSR. Still making a name for herself. Still working to build Shield.

Still two years away from a marriage to a man whose name he didn’t know, and didn’t think he wanted to know. He’d never asked her, and she’d never said. He was happy she moved on. Proud that she’d been able to do so much professionally and personally.

But as he stood, the cherry blossom petals falling around her, making her look like a princess out of some fantasy movie, he wanted nothing more than to march up to her and fall to his knees and tell her everything.

He wanted to rest his weary head in her lap and feel her red nails scrape through his hair and lull him to calm.

He wanted to hear the soft English accent tell him that he was alright. That he’d made the right choices.

He wanted her to know that he loved her, deeply, and he had never and would never stop loving her even seventy years from now.

His heart was pounding in his chest, the effort to keep his feet where they were monumental when he saw it: the tiniest reflection of light along her shoulder.

His stomach clenched and his mind raced. He knew that glint, he’d seen it far too often on the battlefield a lifetime ago. He’d never forget the way the light reflected off Bucky’s sharpshooter rifle as he adjusted it to get his man in his sights. He’d seen it too many times.

Steve was yelling and moving before he could think.

She looked up at him, already wide eyes growing comically wider as she saw him, but listened as he shouted for her to hit the ground. Her papers scattered as she dove to the concrete, tucking and rolling with him as he covered her and pulled her behind the bench as two silenced bullets put holes in the concrete in front of them.

He pulled her to her knees behind the bench. He shed the jacket he was wearing and pulled out the shield from his back, hiding her behind it. Her breaths were shaky, jaw bouncing as she looked at him, unable to form words. She reached up, a hand going to his cheek, disbelieving.

She was about to speak when another bullet ricocheted off the vibranium, the sound telling them both the shooter was closer than they’d thought. She scrambled, pulling up the side of her skirt and pulling a gun from her garter. “I expect answers,” she told him shakily as she turned towards the bench.

He nodded, refocusing. “Stay here I’ll—”

“Bloody unlikely!”

Another shot against the shield startled them, this one even closer. Steve didn’t give her a choice as he stood. “Cover me!”

He jumped over the concrete bench and dropped the shield just in time to raise it again and ward off another shot. He tried to stay calm, tried to think of him as the Winter Soldier, but all he could see was Bucky in his full tactical gear, face covered, mentally broken and twisted and aiming at Peggy with a chilling, myopic gaze.

Steve threw himself forward, knocking Bucky off his feet. The men grappled on the concrete as the people around them scattered, yelling. He could hear Peggy behind him, but he tried his best to keep his focus. Bucky had always been good in a fight, but Hydra and the Russians had trained him well. Steve managed to get the gun out of his hands, kicking it away toward Peggy for safe keeping as Bucky managed to get to his feet and ran at him again, this time a knife in his hand.

It was like deja vu, the way Bucky fought. The blows and parries were almost identical to the fight he put up years ago when Steve met Bucky as the Winter Soldier for the first time, fighting under the interstate. Steve was on the defensive as soon as they were up on their feet again, thankful for the shield he was able to keep between them. The crack of a gunshot filled the air and Bucky’s right knee collapsed for a moment, enough for him to lose focus as he looked back at Peggy.

Steve took the opening. He managed a spin, taking Bucky off guard and knocking him to the pavement, already off balance from the bullet wound. The victory was momentary: Bucky kicked himself back to his feet and pounced at Steve, despite the limp in his step.

After a frenzied moment of pushing, pulling and punching, Steve growled, pushed hard, and hit Bucky in the side of the head with his shield. “Bucky, stop!”

Bucky stepped back, pulling a small handgun from the back of his belt as he shook his head. His eyes cleared for a moment before the cloud of the Winter Soldier took them back over. “You are not my mission,” he growled out in English, the mask over his face slurring the words as he lifted the gun and leveled it over Steve’s shoulder.

“Steve, I don’t have a shot!” Peggy shouted from behind him.

It felt like time was standing still. Like he could step out of his body and see it all. In that moment, he understood exactly what Bucky had wanted, what Bucky had been trying to tell him.

Years, Bucky had said. But he’d said it with a smile.

Six dates, times, and places.

Not times and places where Steve could stop him.

Six times and places where Steve already did stop him.

Six dates, times, and places where the Winter Soldier would try to assassinate the head of Shield, Margaret Carter.

He charged forward, jumping and catching Bucky around the waist with his legs, forcing his shot to go wild up in the air as he dropped the shield and locked his arms around Bucky’s neck. They both groaned, hard, as they hit the ground, but Steve didn’t let up his hold. He waited just long enough for him to slow his struggle, and he said it. Loud and clear, Steve repeated the Russian phrase Bucky had taught him, and the Winter Soldier went limp in his arms.

Bucky stopped struggling, his eyes clouded and unfocused. Slowly, Steve untangled himself, letting the man stand. He grabbed his shield as Peggy slowly got closer, gun drawn high. The Winter Soldier looked at them both, looked around, and without a word disappeared back in to the outcrop of bushes he’d come from.

Steve and Peggy followed wordlessly, but by the time they’d beat their way through the underbrush to the edge of the river, he was gone. Not a footprint, not a broken branch, nothing to give them a hint of the direction he went.

Peggy stopped a few feet away from Steve, staring at him in the setting sun, her gun still in her hand and only a second from being expertly aimed at him if need be. “That man was sent to kill me.”

Steve nodded, shield hanging limply from his hand, heart pounding. “Yes.”

He could see the shake starting in her hands. “And you stopped it.”

“Yes,” he nodded again, afraid to step closer.

She closed the distance, jaw clenched tight, stopping only inches from him. Her eyes roamed his face, looking for something that he didn’t know how to give. “Are you working for them, now?” Peggy asked cautiously.

“Them?” He tried to slow down his breathing, but found it was near impossible now that he could smell her perfume.

“The Russians,” she supplied, pursing her lips tight as she inched closer. “What you said to him…” She took a deep breath, “Though I suppose if I have to tell you…” Her smile was tentative. “You never were a good liar.”

He slipped the shield on his back slowly, never taking his eyes from hers, his voice soft but stern. “I’m not working with the Russians.”

Peggy’s hand reached out, slowly coming to rest on his chest. Her smile grew as she felt him, firm and real, under her fingers. “Where have you been, Steve? I thought you were dead.”

His hand covered hers, gently. “It’s…” He faltered. He’d never imagined actually talking to her, actually being forced to say all that had happened, all that would happen. He didn’t know how to get her to believe him, to trust him. He swallowed, hard, and took Peggy’s hand in both of his. “It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you as much as you’re willing to listen to.” He cleared his throat, emotion welling up. “First, I think I should apologize for missing our date.”

Her hand tightened her hold on his, but her eyes stayed sharp. “Copacabana Club at 9 in the evening.”

Steve smiled and shook his head, knowing she’d need to hear it from his lips. “Stork Club. Eight on the dot. I was gonna have them play something slow.”

“So you won’t step on my…” She let the sentence fall away and nodded, satisfied. Her smile was blinding, even though tears were welling in her eyes. “You’re late.”

He let his hand fall over her cheek and pushed the hair away from her face. “I won’t be ever again. I promise.”

~*~ Immediately After

Bucky waited until Sam stepped back, bag with the shield in it slung over his shoulder, to approach him. “Was I right or was I right?”

Bucky saw Steve’s shoulders shake with laughter. He wanted to say he looked frail, but he could tell despite the wrinkles around his eyes and the larger clothes designed to hide his frame that he was still strong and sharp.

Steve looked up at Bucky, smiling as he sat next to him. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Thought I might mess things up.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders, hands still stuffed in his pockets. “Wasn’t sure if I was supposed to or not, or even if my own brain was fucking with me, so I figured a few hints and your smart ass would figure it out.”

Steve nodded, his eyes tearing over. “We tried, Buck.”

Bucky lifted his right hand, pressing it to Steve’s shoulder. “I know you did.” He looked his friend in the eyes, and could see past the wrinkles and the grey hair to his best friend that he shared sleepovers with in the floor of his Brooklyn bedroom. “You guys tried really hard to get me out of it. And I’m convinced, now more than ever, it’s all gone exactly the way it was supposed to go.”

Steve nodded, looking away over the horizon. “I’m still sorry about it.”

“Don’t be,” Bucky moved his hand back to his lap, lacing his flesh fingers with his vibranium ones. “You got me out eventually. You stopped me when it counted.”

Steve’s jaw clenched, “Not every time.”

“Enough times.” Bucky was adamant, his voice sharp and brokering no arguments. “You know that if I had—" Bucky couldn’t say it, didn’t want to say it. Howard’s death was already heavy on his conscious, but if he’d managed to kill Peggy, too? He didn’t know how he’d be looking Steve in the eyes right now.

Steve softened, “I know.”

The comfortable silence between them was filled by the sound of a flock of birds taking flight, and he and Steve watched for long moments until the birds were gone and it was quiet again.

Bucky asked a question he’d been waiting years to know the answer to, “Who was that guy in ’86?”

Steve chuckled. “The one that kicked your ass?” Bucky nodded, amused by Steve’s mirth. “That was our son.”

“No shit!” Bucky smiled, clapping Steve on the back. “I guess we have a lot to catch up on.”

Steve nodded, reaching a hand out. “Help an old man up.” Bucky stood and pulled him up, and Steve finally asked what he wanted to know for so long. “What did those words do?”

“You never found out?” Bucky asked, his brow furrowed. He could See Sam and Bruce starting to come closer. He knew their time alone was drawing to an end, at least for now. Steve shook his head, and Bucky licked his lips, looking away. “Random string of words that formed a deactivation code. A failsafe one of my earliest handlers built into whatever they did to my brain. It effectively erased the last mission and sent me back to my handler. Always managed to screw me up so bad they had to scrap whatever they were doing. It was meant to keep them safe if I ever went off on them.”

Steve looked at him, eyes sad. “Did it?”

Bucky looked away, not wanting Steve to see the darkness in him. “I never gave them enough time to say it.” He looked back, shaking his head. “There was always some part of me that knew you, though. That gave you enough time to get it out.”

Steve reached out and hugged his friend, and Bucky let himself melt into the embrace. Steve had saved him, more times than he could count now, and he knew that those memories he thought had to be hallucinations were real.

Six dates, times, and places where Captain America had stopped the Winter Soldier, and six dates, times, and places where Steve Rogers gave Bucky Barnes hope.

~*~

A/N- So, this was conceived as a singular story, but now that I’ve written it I KNOW that if I were a reader I’d want to know about those other 5 dates. I don’t have anything planned for them AT THIS TIME, but I will leave this open to potentially being a series, and I’ll fill in those dates as I come up with compelling ideas.

#Steggy Bingo Bash #Steggy Fic #3P's Fic

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beautiful-de4mity · 4 years ago

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[Alice Nine Fanfiction] ASYLUM (Chapter 2)

Chapter 02 [Vulnerable]

Author: beautiful-de4mity

Fandom: Alice Nine

A/n: I’m happy to be this productive and excited on writing again! I actually overdid the research on this theme and one of my readers told me not to put too detailed things since this is only a piece of fanfiction 😂 in the next chapters, I’m trying to focus more on the relationships between characters. Ganbarimasu!

Inspired song: ASYLUM from PLANET NINE Album

Disclaimer: Can we all agree that Alice Nine’s bonds are so wonderful we can literally ship every member with anyone? /I’m talking trash lol

The wall clock in his office points at ‘one’ in the morning but Amano Tora is still enjoying the online game The Last of Us, which he plays with some friends through his customized PC. It was a tiring day in fact as the hospital research team was running a series of tests and monitoring on Saga and the poor boy doesn’t seem to be in a good condition. Saga was being a handful today; kept fighting back and trying to escape from the running procedures. Finally, they had to completely sedate Saga and put him to sleep forcefully after his attempt to strangle one of the doctors. Tora exhales instinctively as the scene flashes through his mind, distracting his focus from the game until his friends’ panic yelp are heard through the headphones.

“Warui, warui,” Tora picks back his focus on the game.

Tora finishes the game thirty minutes later, placing the headphones on the keyboard and taking off his glasses. The young doctor leans back on the chair, massaging the bridge of his nose and exhales for the umpteenth time. The corner of his eye catches Saga’s assessment chart, which is still empty since this afternoon since everything went off plan. Tora somewhat feels relieved for Ohara Shou, the psychology student he was involved in researching Saga’s case, reported that he couldn’t come because of a group assignment today. Tora doesn’t want to scare Shou by seeing Saga went berserk and change his mind. Tora is really fond of Shou’s research proposal, it is very potential and promising.

The hospital corridor in the psychiatric ward is deserted, of course, it is almost dawn. Only a few people from the night shift remaining, chatting in the administration section sipping coffee. Tora smiles when several nurses greet him and giggle, making him shake his head as he enters the toilet. It is a public secret that Amano Tora becomes the idol of the female staffs in the psychiatric ward, even staffs from other departments throughout this hospital know him. Even so, Tora is not interested in dating anyone at all. Currently, work and games are two aspects of his life that he can’t abandon.

Tora pauses for a moment at the turn of the corridor upon returning from the toilet, staring at the door of Saga’s room several meters ahead where the young man is still sleeping under the anesthetic effect. Tora’s wondering if he should check on the poor boy’s condition even though he could just go to the monitor room to look through the CCTV. The young doctor finally walks over to Saga’s room and peeks through the glass window. Tora’s forehead frowned when he finds out Saga is writhing restlessly on his bed as if he is struggling to escape from something. Was he tied up earlier? Tora hurriedly pasts his ID to unlock the door, he then darts next to Saga’s bed and more surprised to find Saga’s shaking drenched in sweat. The young man seemed to be trying hard to fight something in his sleep but could not scream for someone to wake him up.

“Saga,” Tora kneels beside the bed and tries to wake his patient. “Saga, are you okay?” as slowly as possible, Tora shakes Saga’s body so that he won’t be startled or terrified.

Saga is trembling badly that Tora feels the need to grab onto Saga’s thin shoulders to prevent him from falling off the bed. Saga looks like he is trying to fight something terrible in his sleep, Tora can see clearly the expression of fear even though Saga’s eyes are closed. Saga clenches his jaws tightly, holding back the screams while both of his hands groping for the air almost punch Tora’s face. Just when Tora decides to force Saga to wake up, both of Saga’s eyelids opened. In the dark. Tora catch the glint of tears pooling down his dark irises. With a broken breath, Saga jolts up and immediately grabs Tora’s neck, hugging him very tightly as if he intends to break the young doctor’s neck. Tora tries not to make any sudden movements that can trigger Saga to panic even though his neck starts to ache.

Cautiously, Tora got up from his kneeling position and sits on the edge of Saga’s bed while Saga still clinging onto him like a Koala. Tora can feel Saga’s ferocious heartbeat, so fast that it might explode at any moment even though his body gradually stops shaking while his white clothes are soaked with sweat.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Tora pats Saga on the shoulder awkwardly.

Saga buries his face in Tora’s shoulder more deeply, not making a sound.

“You had a nightmare?” asks Tora, followed by a small nod as the answer.

The young doctor fixes his position so that Saga can calm himself faster, while Saga himself feels a little confused about his own reaction: clinging on Tora as if Tora is a magnetic field. Come to think of it since the beginning of his arrival at this hospital’s psychiatric ward, Amano Tora is the only person who makes him feel safe and Saga doesn’t mind at all having any kind of contact with him. Even at this moment, Saga can clearly smell the faint scent of Tora’s perfume mixed with trail of tobacco, oddly helps him to calm down.

“I’ll leave when you can sleep again,” Tora breaks the silence when the sound of their breaths is the only sound heard in the room a few moments later.

Saga quickly shakes his head, gripping the front of Tora’s shirt to indicate the young doctor not to leave him. The response makes Tora’s brows furrowed in surprise. Indeed, all this time Saga has always shown a rather sweet, cooperative-good boy attitude to him, but he does not expect Saga to be this vulnerable with him when Saga usually guarded and distance himself from people. Tora takes notes carefully in his mind about Saga’s current behavior to be written later on the assessment chart he left on his desk.

“Okay, I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep,” again, Tora strokes Saga on the shoulder awkwardly.

For the first time in three months under his specialist care, Saga shows signs that he is starting to trust Tora. If Saga could tell Tora directly about how the young doctor make him feel safe and at ease whenever Tora is around, maybe Tora wouldn’t have been wondering this much. Saga manages to go back to sleep around three a.m. in the morning. Tora’s body feels so beaten up and he almost gives up temptation to fall asleep beside Saga. But he can’t let people find him sleeping while having his patient on his arms like that afterall.

***

Ogata Hiroto, a petite-built art student with flaming blonde hair, is pacing back and forth with a confused look of a typically lost child in the psychology faculty library building in his search for Shou. For several days, he had gone back and forth to the psychology faculty to find his senior, but the results were always to no avail. Shou didn’t reply to his LINE, didn’t update his YouTube channel, and didn’t update his Instagram for three days in a row, Hiroto was worried. Hiroto’s gaze finds a flash of Shou’s somewhat disheveled brunette hair on the desk next to “Journal Publications” section shelves, appearing star-like sparkling effect in the cute young man’s eyes.

“Shou yaaaaaan!” Hiroto’s excited voice and the sight of him running happily towards Shou, drawing all of the library visitors’ attention. “Ah, sorry, sorry,” Hiroto gives a shy bow as people stare at him with blasphemous looks.

Shou looks up from his notebook and journal print outs that are scattered on the table, he smiles sweetly at Hiroto. Shou’s face is slightly pale with trace of dark circles under his eyes, and overall he looks unusually scruffy. Hiroto is anxious and astonished as he sits next to Shou.

“Shou yan, are you okay? Shou yan sick or something?“ Hiroto’s eyebrows knitted, observing Shou’s unusual appearance from head to toe.

"No, I’m just having bunch of assignments,” Shou replies softly, putting down the pen he is still holding and now focusing on Hiroto completely. “What brings you here?”

Hiroto pouts, “I’ve been looking for you for the past three days, you know! Shou yan didn’t reply to my LINE, didn’t post anything on SNS even though usually you upload something regularly,” the cute young man sulks.

Shou ruffles Hiroto’s blonde hair exasperatedly, “Sorry, I’m really busy lately because the midterm exam right around the corner and Amano sensei has just invited me to join his research team,” explains the beautiful-eyed young man, his face flushes with joy when he mentioned ‘Amano sensei’.

“Who is Amano sensei?” noticing the unusual glow in Shou’s face makes Hiroto feel uneasy.

“Oh, him,” Shou’s face which was slightly pale now beamed. “He’s a neuropsychiatric at the private central hospital in Shibuya. When I was a freshman, the faculty invited him to be one of the speakers and since then I have been interested in doing research in neuropsychiatry. A few days ago I sent my research proposal on mutism and asked him to be the instrument validator. Surprisingly, he then recruited me to the hospital research team that currently is handling a case of mutism,“ Shou explains enthusiastically.

Hiroto feels a faint twinge in his chest as he notices the gleam of admiration for the doctor named Amano in Shou’s beautiful eyes. He says nothing more and lets Shou back on scrutinizing the notebooks and journals he has been reading after promising Hiroto to have lunch together. Shou looks so excited despite being exhausted, thought Hiroto, surely Shou really admires that Amano guy. Without Shou noticing, Hiroto is now watching him closely with his chin rests on his hand. Hiroto plays the memory where they first met inside his head. Shou was his two-year-older senior in high school. Shou is popular, student’s committee president, and also worked as a model for several local magazines. He’s always been so charming and stylish plus having brilliant personality that no one can resist.

It could be said that Shou saved Hiroto’s high school life. Being so shy, Hiroto found it difficult to make friends with other people. He always ate lunch alone in the school grounds until Shou accidentally found him and they have always had lunch together since then. Shou even helped Hiroto joining the photography club because Hiroto was too shy to do it himself and encouraged him to be the student committee. Shou has a huge role in shaping Hiroto’s current personality and Hiroto has always clung to Shou like a stray puppy.

Seeing Shou being highly motivated because of someone else like this, somehow brings up a feeling of reluctance even though Shou’s attitude hasn’t changed towards him at all. Hiroto lets out a sigh.

#alice nine #アリス九號.#alice 9 #alice9 #fanfiction #alice nine fanfiction #A9 #ASYLUM #shou #tora #saga #hiroto #tora x saga #shou x pon #ToSa #ShouPon #boys love

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leahxx129 · 5 years ago

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The Last Descendant (Sam Winchester x Reader) pt.5/Final Chapter

Disclaimer: Tumblr is being weird again so if you’re using the app, the ‘Keep Reading’ cut off line may not be visible inspite of the fact that I always insert one.

Hi everyone! I originally planned on posting this on Friday but your girl is a busy bee and had some personal stuff to take care of. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy the final part to this story, I had lots of fun writing it.

Summary to pt.5: You’ve managed to win a battle against Michael in the woods, but the war is not over just yet. He’s powerful - more than anyone you’ve ever encountered - but you also have some aces up your sleeve.

Warnings: slight cursing, character death

Word count: 2.140-ish

PART 1. PART 2. PART 3. PART 4.

As the angels have disappeared, the force holding you flat against the trees dissipates, causing you all to fall to your knees. The first thing you realize when you get up is that there’s only three of you left – Kaia’s taken off without prior notice. Your blood runs cold for a minute but then you find the spear in the tall grass where you threw it. Sam makes sure everyone is well enough to travel and following Jody’s suggestion, you drive to her place.

It’s already dark when you pull up in her driveway. Neither you nor Sam have said a single word throughout the ride and as the engine dies, you feel an urge to change this.

“Sam...” you put a hand on his thigh “I’m gonna do everything I can in order to replicate the spear and we’ll get him back, okay? I promise.”

He puts his large one over yours and squeezes it.

“I know, Y/N. Now, let’s get inside and take a look at your wound.”

The interior of Jody’s house reminds you of your childhood home, and a sense of nostalgia washes over you, mixed with hope that one day even you can have something like this. Maybe with Sam. Who knows?

“Alright, the guest room is ready.” Jody informs you, pulling you out of your thoughts. “A bathroom opens directly from it, clean towels can be found in the cabinet. And if you’re hungry there’s food in the fridge, knock yourself out.”

“Thanks, Jody.”

“As for you, Sam, I’m sorry, but I don’t have any more guest rooms, so you’re stuck with the couch.” she pouts.

“It’s okay, uhm, we’re kind of used to sleeping together.” Sam flashes an awkward smile.

Jody appears startled for a second but soon regaines composure.

��In that case, excuse me for a second. I need to prepare another set of pillows in the guest room.”

When everything’s all set you decide to scrub off the combination of dirt, blood and sweat that’s defiling your body. Usually you shower with an almost boiling hot water, but this time you must settle for medium temperature as the scars and bruises don’t really appreciate the heat. You nearly punch Sam in the face when he pulls the floral shower curtain open, but realizing it’s him, you’re able to stop yourself in time.

“God, Sam, do not do that again! I ain’t the screaming kind of scared, I’m the might-break-your-nose kind of scared.”

“Noted!” he smiles, stepping into the bathtub.

You don’t question what he’s doing in there with you. Maybe for the first time ever in your life, you let someone else take control of a situation, and to much of your surprise, you discover it’s not that bad. He gently cleanses every inch of your body, with special attention to the scars.

“You know, I really think your shoulder could use a couple of stitches.” he whispers. You can hear a little worry in his tone.

“Nah, I’ve had worse I didn’t patch up and I’m still around.” you reply, swiping aside a wet strand of hair that was sticking to his forehead and you kiss him softly.

When you’re all finished, you dress up in the clothes Jody left you on the foot of the bed and pick up the spear from the corner of the room.

“Whoah, what are you doing?” Sam asks incredulously.

“Well, what does it look like I’m doing?” he opens his mouth to speak but you continue “You know what, don’t answer that. I’m gonna go to the garage and try to replicate this.”

“No, you’re not. Look, sweetheart, let’s be sensible here. You haven’t slept in a long time and I can assure you that the world’s not gonna end in those few hours when you do. I talked to Cas and he was able to track down Michael in Missouri. If anything happens, we’ll know firsthand. You need to be strong both mentally and phyisically to do what you’re about to… you know I’m right, so don’t fight it!” he delivers a lecture while taking the weapon out of your hand.

You pull a face but give in to his reasoning anyway. This time you manage to get three full hours of sleep before the nightmares start tainting your subconscious. Terrifying images you haven’t seen in a long time flood your mind, and you successfully wake the whole house up with your screams. You can hear Sam’s soothing vocie and Jody’s nervous inquiries about your well-being before you fully come around.

“I’m…I’m alright. I’m fine, really.” you stutter unconvincingly while running a hand through your hair. “Uhm, Jody?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you please show me your garage? I’ll collect the tools from Sam’s car and get right down to work.”

The weapon contains an ancient magic you’ve never encountered before, or even anything similar to it. The runes carved into the shaft belong to a language uknown to you, making your job all the more difficult. Nevertheless, you try your best, as always. First, you recreate the shape of the spear and its head, then join the two together. Replicating the runes requires the most time – you only realize just how much when the first lights of morning illuminate the garage and Sam brings you breakfast. You take a few bites of your toast and drink your coffee in one gulp.

“Okay, so here goes everything…” you mutter as you begin performing a spell, which should transfer some of the magic from the original weapon into the replica. The incantation you recite next supposedly enhances the transferred magic.

“It looks like the same to me.” Sam states when you show them your work.

“Yeah, and it also possesses that creepy vibe the original one does.” Jody nods in agreement.

“Good. Hopefully, it’ll work just as well, too. Let’s visit Missouri and kick some archangel ass, shall we?” you propose.

You must give it to Michael – he has exceptionally good taste. Both the exterior and interior of the building he chose as temporary residence radiates elegance. You meet up with Cas and a boy in the underground parking lot. You furrow your brows.

“Who’s the kid?” you glance between Sam and the angel, the latter moving infront of the boy as you speak.

“Uhm, his name is Jack. Also, he happens to be the son of satan.” Cas replies.

Out of reflex, you touch the side of your overknee boots looking for your knife but ease off almost immediately and extend an arm towards the boy. Cas eyes you with suspicion.

“Don’t worry, Castiel, I’m not gonna attcak him.”

He seems hesitant but eventually steps aside, allowing you to shake Jack’s hand.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N Colt.”

His eyes widen.

“Colt? Are you related to Samuel Colt?” your nod sends him over the edge “Oh, wow! This is soo cool! I’m Jack! You must have some awesome stories to tell! When this is over, could you tell me all of them?”

“I’d absolutely love to, Jack!” you smile at his child-like enthusiasm, doubting that a sweet kid like him could be related to the Devil himself.

“Alright, I think we should go over the plan one more time.” Sam changes the subject.

You talk everything over one last time - including the intel on the monsters Sam got from a friend named Garth - and enter the elevator that takes you to the top floor. You feel like the tension could be cut with a knife.

An empty, silent hall welcomes you as you exit.

“Michael is the only one I can sense.” Cas whispers.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.” you whisper back.

You all take feather light steps until you reach a double-winged door and Cas nods, confirming the archangel’s location. Sam kicks in the door in a blink of an eye. A well-dressed Michael is staring out the window, holding a glass of some probably expensive booze.

“Welcome!” he greets, turning to your direction. “Well, well, well… what do we have here? The Three Muskateers? If so, I have to admit, Y/N, you are the loveliest d’Artagnan I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

“Oh my God, just cut the crap or else I’m gonna vomit!” the words slip out before you could think them through.

As a result, Michael’s face hardens even more and he extends an arm in the height where your neck would be, casting an invisible force that pulls you straight into his grip.

Sam yells out your name in desperation.

“Oh, don’t worry, Samuel. I am not going to snap her pretty little neck. Although, my fingers may leave a bruise.” Michael exclaims innocently then averts his gaze back to you.

You find it hard not to try stripping his fingers from your neck with both hands, but there’s no other way. One hand is on his but with the other one you sign three behind your back – the catcher singal for a slider in baseball. Sam catches on, takes the spear out of Castiel’s trenchcoat and throws it to you. But before you could sink the tip in Michael’s body, he snatches the weapon and breaks it in half with one hand.

“Did you honestly believe it was going to be that easy to take me down?” he asks with utter disbelief. “The way you underestimate me is quite offensive.”

“Let her go, Michael.” Jack speaks up.

“I don’t think so, child. In fact, here’s what’s going to happen!” he looks right into your eyes “I am going to kill all of them – in which order, that’s your call – and then I will release my monster army on this city with you by my side. I think this vessel is handsome enough, you’ll grow used to him, darling.”

“Yeah, he may be handsome… but I kinda have a thing for his brother, asshole!”

Before he can react, you stab him in the chest with the knife from your boots. He looks down at the shaft smiling but it soon fades into an expression of sheer panic. He lets go of you and tries to pull the weapon out.

“Did you honestly believe we didn’t have a plan B? The way you underestimate us is quite offensive...” you retort.

“What’s happening?! I demand to know!” he bellows, confused.

“I upgraded my favorite blade a little. Now it has the magic of the spear from that other dimension, too. You like it?”

He screams out in agony while his whole body is lighting up with a blue-ish white blaze. You take a couple of steps back and bump into Sam, who envelopes you in a shielding embrace. Cas and Jack try to cover their eyes as the brightness has risen to an extent that’s almost blinding. Michael’s shrieking finally dies out with a huge energy explosion that busts out all the windows in the suite.

He is gone and the only thing he left behind is a very much so bleeding Dean Winchester on the floor.

Dean is slowly opening his eyes. The fluorescent neon lights, the white walls and the beeping of machines tip him off regarding his whereabouts – he’s in a hospital. He tries to rip the needle out of his arm, but Sam prevents him from doing so.

“Hey, no! Stop!”

“Sam? Wha- what happened? Where am I?”

“Uhm, long story short, Y/N killed Michael and injured you in the process, so you are in a private clinic in Missouri.”

“Private clinic? You know damn well we can’t afford that stuff!”

“You may not be able to, but I can.” you appear in the door with two cups of coffee, one of which you hand to Sam while sitting down on a chair next to him.

“Uhm, we appreciate the offer, really, but we can’t accept it.” Dean says in protest without a beat.

“Hey… I almost killed you, I believe this is the least I can do.”

There’s a stare-down between the brothers and Dean’s the one to break the connection first.

“Alright, thank you.” he mumbles eventually, then checks his bandage by looking down the inside of his hospital robe.

“Uhm, question. Based on the place of the wound, how am I not dead right now?”

“Well, I know how to stab someone without killing them... Which is probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever said to anyone, so let’s pretend it never left my mouth, please.”

Both men chuckle lightly, and you feel a little heat rise to your cheeks.

“Hot, feisty and funny? Sam, you better not mess this up or I’ll snatch her right out of your hands.” Dean comments jokingly and this time, it’s your turn to laugh and Sam’s to blush.

“Don’t worry about that, Dean…” he intertwines his fingers with yours “I won’t. I kinda have a thing for her…”

#sam winchester x reader #Sam Winchester #reader #sam x reader #SPN #spnfic #supernatural #fanfic #series #final chapter

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angelofthequeers · 5 years ago

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Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Yes I know that Nooroo is transmission and not transition but let me be salty at this show’s utter failure of symbolism okay

I also drew a lot from this post, so go and give @loosescrewslefty a lot of love for the effort they put into it! And credit for the Aztecan Miraculouses to @sparklyaxolotlstudent and I highly recommend checking their posts out.

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9 | AO3 link

“I never thought I’d be glad that you go to school,” Plagg comments once Adrien’s car drives off. “Blech, your father was in a mood.”

“And I still didn’t even get to see him,” Adrien says, rolling his eyes. “I just got a five-minute disapproving stare over tablet during breakfast.”

“You know, they say that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness,” says a cheerful voice from behind him. Adrien jumps and staggers back, only to flush when he sees that it’s just a laughing Marinette, with Alya and Nino behind her.

“Payback’s a bitch, huh?” Alya says. She fist-bumps Marinette. “Don’t mess with my girl, Agreste.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean to scare her last week!” Adrien says as they head into the courtyard. His brain lights up like a Pavlovian firework when Marinette hands over his daily paper bag of pastries; he hasn’t gotten a box since that first day, but he sure as hell isn’t going to complain when it’s free treats from a brilliant bakery. Today’s lucky dip is a chocolate croissant and a cheese bun, and he surreptitiously breaks off a chunk of the bun to save for Plagg, even though the little gremlin will no doubt complain that it’s not Camembert.

“You were saying that your dad couldn’t even show up to be disapproving, right?” Nino says. “Dude, that’s rough.”

“At least my dad tells me when I’ve fucked up in person,” Alya says, threading her fingers with Nino’s. “But then again, your dad is really extra.”

“Of course he’s extra,” Marinette says. “Have you seen what he wears? I’d get blacklisted from the fashion industry if I tried to get away with that.”

Adrien can’t help but burst out laughing at that. God, what a miracle that Marinette hasn’t actually hated him all this time, because now that she’s started to come out of her shell around him, she’s a super cool friend to have. And that’s not even counting the time he’d visited her as Chat Noir. It would be nice to know why she’d been so weird for the past year, though.

“Adrien! Hi!” Lila stops next to him, beaming. Okay, whoa, she’s way too close, and Adrien’s sure she’s nice enough despite the lies – really, as if she’s Ladybug’s best friend, his lady isn’t irresponsible enough to be friends with someone who’d broadcast it everywhere – but there’s just…something about her. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. Maybe he’s just uncomfortable because she loves to touch him in every way possible whenever she’s around him.

“Hey, Lila!” Marinette smiles, but something about it rings false. Does she also know that Lila tends to not be truthful? “How was your weekend?”

“Oh, I was supposed to have lunch with Clara Nightingale, but she had to cancel at the last moment,” Lila sighs. “She was so bummed, though!”

“But Clara’s not even in Europe right now,” Alya says with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah, dude,” Nino says. “Last I heard, she was over in California. In America.”

“She was going to fly me over in her private jet!” Lila says. “I guess she’s just too busy with her upcoming album.”

Marinette, Alya, and Nino don’t look fooled at all. How does everyone else believe these lies? But they’re not really hurting anyone, so Adrien sees no point in starting a fuss. The only person who could get hurt by these lies are her, once people see through them and decide not to associate with her.

“Do you want some of this croissant?” Adrien holds the pastry out to Lila. “It’s freshly baked from Marinette’s bakery!”

“I’m still salty that he’s the only one you give pastries to,” Alya grumbles. “It’s not like I’m your best friend or anything.”

“It’s not like Adrien’s being neglected by his father or anything,” Marinette retorts. Alya groans.

“Touché. And fuck your logic.”

“That’s so sweet of you to offer!” Lila says, shooting Marinette and Alya a weird glance out of the corner of her eye. Then she leans in and, without taking it from Adrien, takes a large bite out of the end of the croissant that he had been eating and lets out an appreciative hum. “This is delicious! Your parents are so talented, Marinette!”

“Um, thank you!” Marinette says.

“Anyway,” Lila says, running her hand down Adrien’s arm. He instinctively leans away, but she follows him. “I was wondering if you wanted to get ice cream with me after school, Adrien?”

Shit. Is she asking him out on a date? Or just an outing as friends? What does he do? If he assumes it’s a date and it’s not, she’ll get offended. But if he assumes it’s not a date and it is, he’ll be leading her on and letting her think that he’s interested in her, when he’s really not. Besides, the thought of being alone with Lila is…worrying, especially if this is how she touches him around other people. Time for a convenient excuse.

“Sorry, but I really can’t,” he ends up saying. Lila steps back and stares at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable!” she says.

“My father just –”

“I understand. It’s okay. I shouldn’t have assumed – I’m awful – I understand if you don’t want to –”

“Uh, what?” Alix says from behind Lila, with Kim and Max beside her. “It’s nothing against you, Lila.”

“Yes, Adrien’s father is incredibly strict,” Max says. “There’s a ninety-nine-point nine percent chance that Mr Agreste wouldn’t allow Adrien to get ice cream with you.”

“Oh.” Lila’s shoulders slump. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. I had no idea that your father was so strict!”

“Weren’t you protesting with us?” Kim says.

“Oh – yes, but I assumed his father was just angry,” Lila says. “I didn’t realise he was like that all the time! I’m so sorry, Adrien!”

“It’s fine,” Adrien says. Lila smiles at him and walks off. “Thanks, guys. I didn’t know what to do.”

“If you don’t want her to touch you, why don’t you just tell her that?” Alix says. “I mean, Chloé’s Chloé, but Lila would stop if you told her.”

“It’s alright,” Adrien says. “It’s not like I’m not used to it. People touch you all the time as a model.”

“Still doesn’t make it okay,” Kim says and flexes his arms. “You wouldn’t believe how many people wanna touch all this.”

“Absolutely no one,” Alix deadpans and Kim sticks his tongue out at her. Next to Kim, Max’s eyes flick away, and Adrien’s forcibly reminded of Marinette’s words to him as Chat Noir the other day about Max and Kim.

“Kim’s right,” Marinette says. “Just because you’re a model, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to tell people not to touch you! It’s your body!”

Adrien can’t help the smile that breaks free at his friends’ words. “Thanks, guys,” he says. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to ask other people not to touch me.”

“That makes sense,” Max says. “Due to your father’s strict nature and refusal to consider your wishes, along with your modelling, the chance of his influence leading to your inability to vocalise what you want when you’re uncomfortable and therefore developing the unfortunate habit of putting up with your discomfort to make it pass faster is –”

“Alright, alright, come on,” Alix says, grabbing Max by the arm.

��But I haven’t finished my analysis!” Max protests as Alix leads him away. Kim snorts and follows.

“You know maths makes my brain hurt,” he’s saying as he leaves. Adrien, Marinette, Alya, and Nino are left in silence.

“Well,” Alya eventually says. “Trust Max to call you out like that.”

“I don’t think he realised that he might be making Adrien uncomfortable?” Marinette says. “I know I sometimes don’t think –”

“Actually, he didn’t,” Adrien says absently. “I think he’s got a point. I just don’t know what I’m going to do about it yet.”

“Yeah, not like I’ve been telling you that crap for months, dude,” Nino says dryly. “But sure, listen to the nerd with maths on his side.”

“No!” Marinette and Alya cry when a smirk spreads across Adrien’s face.

“Don’t fuck with me!” Adrien says. Marinette and Alya groan and grab Nino to make a run for it, so he chases after them, ignoring the people around them that are staring. “I have the power of God and Anime on my side!”

“Stay away!” Alya calls over her shoulder. “Keep your vines away from us, meme freak!”

“Fancy seeing you here, milady,” Chat Noir says when he lands on the rooftop behind Ladybug, who turns and greets him with a smile. “How did you know I liked afternoon strolls?”

“Just a lucky guess,” Ladybug says. “I’ve got a little after-school class to attend.”

“What a coincidence! So do I!” Chat Noir says. “In that case, allow me to escort you there.”

“I think you’ll find that I’ll be escorting you,” Ladybug teases and then jumps off again.

“Hey! No fair!” Chat Noir cries as he races after her. It’s a tight race to get to Master Fu’s, but Ladybug just edges out a victory and lands in front of the parlour a split second before Chat Noir, though he’s not too upset to have come second when Ladybug gives him a kiss on the cheek as a consolation prize and holds the parlour door open for him.

“Hello, Ladybug and Chat Noir,” Master Fu smiles when they enter the main room.

“Hi, Master!” Ladybug says.

“So, why are we here?” Chat Noir says. He sinks to the floor with Ladybug when Master Fu indicates that they should sit.

“I’m very proud of the partnership that you two have formed,” Master Fu says. “And of the progress that you have made as Ladybug and Chat Noir.” He pats the Miracle Box between them and adds, “I thought that it was time to teach you about the Miraculouses. You’ve certainly earned the right.”

“Looks like you were right about the afternoon class, milady,” Chat Noir says, and Ladybug giggles. This time, when Master Fu opens the box to reveal the colourful ring around the yin and yang symbol, more compartments spring open down the sides of the box in a descending spiral. Chat Noir’s eyes widen. Whoa! How many more Miraculouses are there?

“Aren’t they based on the Chinese zodiac?” Chat Noir says once he’s taken in the Rooster, Snake, Pig, and Dragon and noticed a certain pattern. Master Fu nods.

“This is the Chinese Miraculous set. There are other sets of Miraculouses with other bases, such as the Aztecan Miraculouses of life and death, but this is the only surviving box after my mistake,” he says. Huh. Must have been a real big mistake if these are the only Miraculouses left. But Chat Noir’s pretty sure that this isn’t the right time to ask about that.

“And…are they based on Wu Xing?” Ladybug says, pointing out the Fox, Bee, Turtle, Peacock, and Butterfly slots. “The Five Phases? Five elements?”

“Correct, Ladybug,” Master Fu says.

“My bugaboo is so smart!” Chat Noir says. Ladybug’s cheeks pinken.

“My mum’s Chinese,” she says, and Chat Noir files that bit of information away in his mental safe of Ladybug Facts. “I don’t know any dialects or anything, but…she did tell me a little bit about Taoism.”

“Each Miraculous corresponds to an element, with three tiers of power,” Master Fu says. “I won’t teach you about the zodiacs today, but I do want to talk about the elementals.”

“The Miraculouses don’t necessarily represent an element,” Wayzz chimes in. “There’s no “fire Miraculous” or “water Miraculous”. It’s more that they correspond with an element that represents their concepts. For example, I correspond with the element of earth!”

“Because earth is stable, right?’ Ladybug says. “And you’re a pretty wise and solid kwami.”

Wayzz beams at her words and nods. “Yes! I embody protection and defence, so my powers reflect that. The Butterfly corresponds with water because of the fluid nature of akumatisation.”

“How is akumatisation a good thing, though?” Chat Noir says. Master Fu doesn’t answer, instead tilting his head at them like he expects them to figure it out for themselves. To be fair, as a teacher, he probably is expecting that.

“No Miraculous is necessarily good or bad, right?” Ladybug says. “I mean, you’d think Chat Noir would be the bad guy, but his Cataclysm is invaluable when saving Paris. And I can think of so many ways someone could use mine for evil.”

“Then…if you had someone who was upset…” Chat Noir says slowly. “Someone who felt helpless…they could become an akuma, right? That’s what Hawkmoth does. But instead of making them supervillains…they could be superheroes?”

“Correct, both of you,” Master Fu says with a wide smile. “The Butterfly creates champions to fight alongside themselves and their allies. It doesn’t necessarily rely on emotion, though, as Duusu the Peacock kwami is the kwami of emotion. Rather, the Butterfly draws on injustice and the desire to right it, and it metamorphoses its target with the power to fix that injustice. Hence, Nooroo is the kwami of transition and metamorphosis, just as a caterpillar transitions into a butterfly, and just as water can transition between physical states.”

“And every akuma we’ve faced has felt wronged!” Ladybug gasps. “Ivan when he was bullied by Chloé!”

“Nino when he couldn’t throw m – Adrien a party!” Chat Noir says.

“Alya when Chloé got her suspended!”

“Alix when her watch was broken!”

“Mr Agreste when his book and brooch were taken!” the two of them chorus together. Ladybug’s bluebell eyes are glittering like she’s discovered the secrets of the universe, and Chat Noir would be utterly captivated if he wasn’t certain that he looked the same way. A small part of his brain laments that he can’t see her eyes in their true shade of grey, to know just how much prettier she could possibly be.

“Indeed,” Master Fu says. “The positivity or negativity of the emotion doesn’t matter. Someone could feel the righteous desire to do good and right wrongs and they would be just as able to be akumatised. I suspect that Hawkmoth targets those with negative emotions because it is easier to take advantage of them, to convince them to help him with the promise of getting to right the wrong that left them in their situation while their judgement is clouded. And injustice is very subjective to the person. What could be just to one person could be unjust to another.”

“That would explain the…odder akumas,” Ladybug says.

“It’s okay, you can say Mr Pigeon and Animan,” Chat Noir says, making Ladybug snort.

“And unlike the Peacock, which can amokise itself with no ill consequences, the Butterfly holder should not akumatise themselves,” Master Fu says. “The Peacock’s amoks are external, whereas the Butterfly’s akumas create internal change within the target themselves, and so a transformed Butterfly cannot affect themselves with an akuma. And akumatising themselves when not transformed, without the safety net of the holder’s control over the akuma, can potentially have harmful effects on their psyche. Only a truly desperate holder would akumatise themselves.”

“What kind of effects?” Ladybug says quietly. She bites her lip and shoots Chat Noir a look, clearly remembering back to their suspicions of Gabriel Agreste…but he wouldn’t akumatise himself! He can’t be that desperate, right?

“Impossible to say for sure, since there are almost limitless ways to akumatise someone. It could affect their grip on the world around them. It could affect their morality and how far they’re willing to go to achieve their goals. It could leave them with twisted flashbacks, or distort how they see their friends and family, or many more options that I couldn’t even begin to delve into. It depends on how they akumatised themselves.”

“Well, it can’t be Fa – Gabriel Agreste, then, right?” Chat Noir says almost desperately, like he’s pleading with himself. “He must have something to lose. Like his son?”

“That’s what I said to Tikki when I asked her,” Ladybug says. Chat Noir’s heart leaps at the reminder that Ladybug cares so deeply for him, even if it is his civilian self that she’s crushing on. In a way, it’s painful to know that she’s crushing on him but also not on him; it’s not like he’s had the chance to ask her out as Adrien, and he doesn’t know her civilian identity, so he can’t try and build a friendship and maybe eventually a relationship there.

“Can we keep going, Master?” he says to pull himself out of his swirling thoughts.

Master Fu nods and points at the Bee comb. “The Bee corresponds with the element of fire,” he says. “It’s a very passionate Miraculous and represents subjection and rejuvenation, just as the bee stings those it deems a threat in order to protect its hive and pollinates the land around it. Bees also represent growth, so Pollen’s ideal holder is someone who has much potential for growth to be coaxed out of them, to learn when to sting for the greater good and how to remain warm while not burning out of control.”

“Well, I wouldn’t make a good Bee, then,” Chat Noir jokes weakly. “Bugaboo sets my heart on fire.”

“Oh my god,” Ladybug mutters and shoves him. But her lips are twitching, and his heart is a little lighter, so he counts his joke as pretty effective.

“The Fox corresponds with the element of wood,” Master Fu says with a fond little smile at their antics. “Trixx pushes his holders to grow and adapt and change, just as wood branches out. The Fox represents illusion and manipulation, so its primary power of Mirage allows its holder to stay back and work from the shadows, involving themselves when necessary.”

“So, it shouldn’t go to someone aggressive?” Chat Noir says.

“It can,” Master Fu says. “So long as that person recognises the value of working from afar and withdrawing when needed. There are personalities that would not at all fit a certain Miraculous, but no Miraculous has only one type of person who would be compatible with it.”

“I may represent protection, but I’ve had some very aggressive holders before,” Wayzz chimes in. “And Pollen has had quite subdued and quiet holders that mirror herself, despite representing a Miraculous of passion. Some of Nooroo’s holders have been so empathetic that they were driven to help right all the injustices they could, while others were able to completely detach themselves from their target’s emotions and create champions for their cause with no emotional investment themselves.”

“But isn’t the Peacock about emotion? Ladybug says. “You just said that the Butterfly relies on emotion around injustice.”

“The Peacock and Butterfly are similar, yes,” Master Fu says. “They can both sense the emotions of those around them. But while the Butterfly uses its champions’ emotions as a catalyst of sorts to persuade them to come to the holder’s aid, the Peacock is emotion. Its primary power is amokisation, allowing it to summon a sentimonster based on the emotion of its target. It requires a soulful holder; someone who can truly delve into the depths of emotion and understand its complexity.”

“So…an akuma is based on what the holder wants, but an amok is based on what the target needs?” Ladybug says. Master Fu beams.

“Yes,” he says. “Subtle differences, but still differences nonetheless. The Peacock corresponds to the element of metal, so it is a very introspective Miraculous. The wrong emotion for your purpose can have…vastly different results than desired.”

“Sounds like there’s a bit of history behind that?” Ladybug says. Master Fu nods but doesn’t say anything, so she doesn’t push and neither does Chat Noir, not that it would be their place to do so anyway.

“All of the Wu Xing Miraculouses have a secondary power, and the Ladybug and Black Cat have quite a few more powers,” he says. “But it’s up to your kwamis to decide if you are ready to learn and understand them. Especially Black Plague.”

“The last time Plagg taught his holder Black Plague was in 1338, although the date of 1347 is far more widely known,” Wayzz says. It takes a moment for the significance of that date to hit Chat Noir, but his stomach suddenly churns when he grasps it.

“Oh,” he says weakly. Next to him, Ladybug has paled as she too realises. “That makes me feel good about myself.”

“Black Plague can be extremely useful in the right hands, under strict control,” Master Fu says. “That Black Cat wielder was…not the right hands. But Plagg has refused to teach it since, understandably.”

“And that’s the counterpart to my Miraculous Ladybug?” Ladybug says, and Master Fu nods.

“This is all so cool,” Chat Noir says. “And mind-screwy. I think my head’s going to explode.” But he’d totally take this over normal school any day. Especially because he gets to learn with his lady!

Actually, no, he probably shouldn’t jinx the whole normal school thing. Normal school, he enjoys; it’s just the stuff that all normal kids learn that can be a drag. Especially when he’s learning about Miraculouses right now!

“Should we discuss the Ladybug and Black Cat another day?” an amused Master Fu says.

“Yes, please,” Ladybug says faintly. “I think I need to take notes.”

“I can always tutor you, milady,” Chat Noir grins.

“Sure, kitty,�� Ladybug drawls. “I’ll give you my notes, so you know what to teach me.”

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Chat Noir says loudly, ignoring Ladybug’s giggle as he jumps to his feet, even though the sound fills his insides with warmth. “Thanks for the lesson, Master.”

“Thanks, Master!” Ladybug says. Master Fu smiles at both of them.

“Good luck, Ladybug and Chat Noir,” he says. “I don’t think I could have picked a better duo.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic #aotq fic #aotq: hold me #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #lila rossi #max kante #alix kubdel #kim le chien #le chien kim #master fu #ugh lila #anti-lila #miraculous lore #in which fu is actually seen being a teacher

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spideyspoods · 6 years ago

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Deception

Pairing: Peter Parker X F!Villain!Reader

A/N: Screw tumblr mobile for deleting my fic (again)!!!! You’ll probably notice that this seems similar to @marvelsswansong‘s series Kalopsia (would recommend) and I’m sorry about that, but it happened to be purely coincidental and we came to the conclusion that it was okay to post anyways, but I made sure to add a disclaimer anyways :)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Manipulation and a bit of angst. Far From Home spoilers!

Masterlist!

The class split up into their own groups, ready to explore everything Venice had to offer. Originally, Peter planned on sightseeing with Ned until he fell for Betty in what seemed like an instant. Unfortunately for Peter, he had no backup plan. He could either walk around aimlessly, pretending to be busy or muster enough courage to join Y/N L/N and her friends. It’s not like the latter was impossible, it was just complicated.

They’ve known each other since the very first day of high school and it seemed to be perfect. From the instant they talked, both of them knew that their friendship was there to last. She had stuck with him through the highs and lows; hell, she even knew about his biggest secret. Turns out hiding the fact that you’re some sort of superhero was hard to keep from your best friend.

So why was he nervous? Why did he feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest? He gripped onto the strap of his backpack hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Peter wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he might have a small crush on her. Sometimes, she would talk or act in a certain way to make it look like she felt the same way as he did. “Hey, Parker!” a melodic voice called out, taking him out of his racing thoughts. His eyes shot up to see the very same girl in the center of a few classmates waving in her direction, “Tell these idiots that I’m not the one who crashed into Flash’s car!” He laughed, inching his way closer towards the small crowd. He had remembered that day all too well. “Seems like I have a video that says otherwise.” Y/N stared him down, disappointed in him not covering for her while he shrugged.

The water trembled and began to form erratic waves that bashed against the wooden docks. Peter felt chills run down his spine and made eye contact with her, to which she understood. A second later, a geyser shot up to take the form of a man made of water. “Come on, let’s move!” Y/N pointed towards a closed in area, pushing people away from the scene. She waited for everyone to follow, before turning to see a green ray blast through the monster. Y/N smiled, shutting the doors.

---

The class was dismissed, heading back to their small hotel rooms for the night. Y/N dried the ends of her hair while chatting with Ned and Peter. “I still don’t understand how you were so calm during that whole Mysterio thing.”

“Hidden talent. I’m just a calm person.” Y/N folded the towel, and looked to Peter who seemed to be somewhere else. “Earth to Parker, you doing okay?” “Hey, give him a break. He just fought a water demon, Y/N.” Peter shook his head, “Yeah, yeah I’m alright. I just can’t believe I’m one day into vacation and this happens.”

“Be proud of yourself, Parker. It was kind of cool,” Y/N trailed off, smirking. Peter’s cheeks flushed, while Ned watched the two of them with a knowing look. Y/N broke off the eye contact and coughed, “Well I need to get going before Mr. Harrington comes for me. See you later.”

Y/N turned around and turned the corner, still hearing Ned’s voice. “Dude she likes you!” While it was true, she couldn’t let her feelings get the best of her. The door to her room creaked open, Betty already sleeping peacefully. The phone in her pocket vibrated and she picked it up.

about to meet him. he ask any questions?

Y/N quickly typed a reply back, none. get him it’s almost showtime.

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The following day, everyone packed up and found a black charter bus waiting for them. Peter sighed, knowing the reason behind the sudden change. Y/N stopped next to him, looking for him to speak. “I think Nick Fury hijacked our vacation.” Her eyes bulged out of her head, practically whisper yelling. “Wait you met Fury? You better tell me everything, we have nine hours to kill.”

Y/N took the window seat while Peter sat right next to her. “Well I met Mysterio, apparently his name is actually Quentin.” She stifled a laugh which was met with a playful grin. “Sorry, but who names their kid Quentin?”

He continued to explain everything from the elementals to his new mission in Prague. “Also Fury gave me this gift. Well it’s actually from Tony, but he gave it to Fury who gave it to me-” he continued to ramble, before calming himself down. He pulled out a wooden glasses case and he opened it carefully. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, realizing what it was. He slipped them on, hearing a computerized voice. “Hello, Peter. My name is EDITH which stands for ‘Even Dead, I’m the Hero. Tony liked his acronyms.”

“Yeah, he did.” his voice faint, sadness panged his face. Y/N looked away, focusing on the real task at hand. She would have to wait for the next pit stop, seeing as if EDITH could look right through her phone if it was on.

“Y/N remember. We’re in it for the long game.”

---

Two hours later, they arrived to their rest stop. Everyone practically ran to the bathrooms, while Y/N turned to the left. She stood in a corner, frantically typing on her phone.

He has EDITH and explained everything.

Y/N pushed open the door, to reveal a small wooden room with a pool table. Her eyes darted to Peter with his pants down, in front of a tall European lady who stood still and intimidating. “Y/N! I promise, this isn’t what it looks like!” Her eyes welled with tears and it took everything in her to keep them from streaming. “Well it seems pretty clear from where I’m standing, Parker.” She turned right around, making sure that the door shut loudly. Y/N wiped the tears away, stomping back to the bus and into a seat as far away from him as possible. She didn’t know why she felt jealous or why she was this angry. Peter was her best friend, and they were in no means together on any term. Yet, it felt like it was an unspoken rule between them. Nothing seems to make sense anymore, she thought to herself. Her phone chimed one more time.

Perfect. Don’t let your feelings get in the way.

But it was too late.

---

Y/N had iced Peter out completely. It was better this way, as she knew what would happen in a matter of days. He had tried so hard to talk to her, only for her to walk away or find someone else to talk to. Ned was too lovesick to offer any genuine advice while MJ could have cared less. He had nowhere else to turn to aside from his Aunt May. She wanted more than anything to see the two together ever since they had met, even going out of her way to drop hints to the two kids. His phone continued to ring, before being sent to voicemail. He had almost forgotten about time zones.

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They arrived to the empty opera house, a few minutes before curtain. His annoyed classmates found their seats, Peter scanning for Y/N in hopes to apologize. He stopped Ned at the door, “Hey where is she?”

“Oh she’s still not feeling well. You messed up big time.” Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, “I know, I was trying to apologize to her but-”

Parker, are you in position? Fury asked. “No.” Ned furrowed his brows as Peter muted his mic. “I gotta go.”

After a grueling fight with the fire elemental, Peter felt drained. Quentin’s eyes fluttered awake before slowly bringing himself to his feet. “Come on, kid. I need a drink.” He staggered to a bar, detaching his cape. “I’m underage!”

---

“I can tell something’s distracting you, kid. What is it?” Peter sipped on what seemed to be his third lemonade of the night. “It’s just that I had this chance with this girl and I kind of blew it.”

“How so?” Quentin took another sip of his drink, resting a bruised arm on the wooden bar. “I’ve known her for a long time and while I was trying on this suit, she walked in and thought something else was happening. Even though it wasn’t, she wouldn’t listen to me!” He paused, lowering his head “I was going to ask her out tonight, too. She’s been ignoring me and that whole mission thing, it’s kind of a mess.”

“You’re right, you did blow it. Well what’s her name?” He chugged the amber liquid in his glass, waiting for him to speak. “Her name is Y/N.”

Quentin’s brows shot up and he drew back. He swore he could have felt his heart stop for a minute. Damn it. “I’m sorry to hear that, Peter. You’re a nice guy, and I think she’ll come around. Just give her some time.” He stated, hoping that he didn’t hear the shakiness in his voice. At that moment, a bartender handed Peter back the glasses which he didn’t even notice were gone.

“Those were just sitting on the ground?”

“Yeah, seems like it.”

“Well try them on!” Peter reluctantly put the glasses on his face, looking back with a little smile. He tried to gage an emotion from the man sitting across from him, but his face was unreadable. “Can I be honest?” Peter nodded. “They look a little dumb.” With a frown, he took them off and handed them to Quentin. “Try them on.”

“I can’t.”

“Try them!” He pushed them up on the bridge of his nose, raising one eyebrow. Peter began to see Tony in him; someone he could trust. “For the next Tony Stark, I trust you.” he muttered.

“What?”

He repeated the same thing, a bit more confident. “Maybe Mr. Stark gave them to me so I can choose who to give it to.”

“Peter, come on. Be serious.” Peter took back the glasses and tapped the side, “Hey, EDITH. Transfer all control to Quentin Beck.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m doing the right thing.”

Any transfer will require confirmation.

“Stark gave you the glasses!”

“Stark gave me a choice, it’s my choice to make and I’m going to make it. Look, you’re a soldier! You stopped the elementals, you saved my life, you saved the world! He’d want you to have them.”

Awaiting confirmation.

“Confirm.”

Knowing that the kid was already too stubborn, Quentin reluctantly took them into his hands. “Thank you, it’s an honor. Now go and enjoy your vacation.” With one last smile, Peter collected his things and went out the door.

---

Y/N neatly folded her clothes back into her suitcase, zipping it up and setting it near the door. She huffed, just wanting to get this whole ordeal over with. The ornate hotel room filled with glimmering decorations and beautiful furniture felt empty, but she shook it off. She knew that she shouldn’t have gotten attached, everyone warned her but she did anyways. The silk curtains billowed in the wind and as Y/N went to close the window, she noticed two familiar figures with a projector piece. Peter and MJ. Shit.

Her phone chimed, a message coming from exactly who she thought it would be.

Got EDITH, meet me at the base. you and i have a lot to talk about.

Y/N bolted down the marble stairs and practically burst through the doors. She started to run, only seeing the faint light of the streetlamps. Minutes later, she heard someone call out her name. “Y/N!” Peter. He stopped her by holding her shoulders, making her face him. His brown eyes were filled with guilt and worry. “I’m so sorry, but you have to listen to me. Wait, I thought you were sick?” A part of her wanted to forgive him; to make everything go back to normal. Distancing herself seemed like the easiest way, but no one told her that it was the most painful way too.

“You’re right, I am sick” she snapped, wriggling out of his grasp. “Sick of you. I have to go.” Her words laced with venom unlike any other rang through his mind as she walked away without looking back.

---

Y/N took a deep breath before opening the doors. She had walked in the midst of their test run. Cloaked drones hovered, playing out a sequence. Quentin had taken notice of her entrance, making them pause. “Sweetheart.”

“Dad,” a bitter tone to her voice, “what do you need this time?”

“I thought we were on the same page. What was the one thing I told you not to do?” He crossed his arms, mirroring his daughter’s movements.

“Let my feelings get in the way.”

“Now imagine hearing that your target is head over heels for your own daughter. Crazy, right?” He looked down to her, eye contact unwavering.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Her mind drifting to the fight not even moments ago. “He told me everything that happened between the both of you. You’re making this harder for all of us, Y/N. You know, you’re just like your mother. You both let your feelings get the best of you.”

“Sure that I didn’t get it from you?” She stepped past him, only for him to grip onto her forearm. “Y/N you have to understand, I didn’t want to hurt him. Now you’ve left me no choice.”

“What do you mean? We agreed to leave him out of this!” Her voice rising.

He let out a wry laugh, turning away just to look back at her. “Were you not going to tell me that he knew? A projector is missing and both know who has it.” Of course he knew, she never managed to get anything past him.

“Dad, please” she pleaded. Deep down, she felt like a fool. This would have been avoidable, after all. Quentin’s eyes softened, and he pulled her in for a hug. “You know that I only want what’s best for you, right? In fact, I’ve got a brilliant idea and I can’t do it without you.” Her father’s demeanor changed under a split second, and she never knew what was going on in his head. An illusion of his own, she would tell herself. It looked like he was so wrapped up in fooling others with disguises and holograms that he forgot who he truly was. Her father wasn’t always like this, it only started to show years back when he let jealousy dictate his every move.

“What are we making this time?”

“Something tailored for the kid. Maybe these emotions had a silver lining, you know everything that he’s terrified of, right?”

Y/N hated that she continued to fight for him, knowing how many lives he had thrown away, but early on she realized there was no other way out. Quentin’s assistants followed him into the lab to get started on Peter’s nightmare. Y/N lagged behind, looking to the surveillance of Peter finding the drone.

I’m sorry.

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barbika1508 · 6 years ago

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Status; Legendary (Demon! Hoseok x Reader)

Word count: 5,3k

Pairing: Demon! Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Supernatural (not the show), Romance, Smut

Disclaimer: Hell is described from my own imagination, I have many variations of it I didn’t base it onto anything really, didn’t follow any religious tones or anything, it’s all based loosely and it is just fiction.

Summary; Inspired by this post: Why would I fuck a demon? Simple, the status. Imagine rolling up into hell already having had your back blown out by one of their own. Imagine you and a gang of other losers standing at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? Legendary.

Authors Notes: Optional the song ‘Legend’ by ‘The Score’ listen to it when the gates open

‘’You can’t be serious!’’

‘’Oh, come on baby girl! Its been a while!’’ the puppy eyes he offers doesn’t help my case ‘’Don’t you love me no more?’’

‘’Do you want me to punch you that bad?’’ I threaten nerves spiking at the stupid last comment which has him giggling, and wrapping his arm around me properly burying his face into my neck again, breath ghosting over my bare skin ‘’Laugh it off yeah.’’ I nod along clapping my hands holding them over him, as he’s comfortably rested over me ‘’I have practice in 2 hours Hoseok-ah. Final stages you know we’ll be repeating the routine over, and over, and over and over again…’’ he bites into my neck stopping my rant by making me yelp. I lower my head down to glare at him, not surprised upon seeing the devilish smirk he’s offering.

‘’Didn’t stop you any time before, love.’’ He teases, crawling closer again his hard-on very present against my thigh, hands itching upwards.

‘’Did I ever tell you how annoying you are?’’ I sigh glaring at the ceiling trying to hide my smile, as he switches to pressing kisses to my neck.

‘’Twice a day everyday yes.’’ He jokes raising onto his elbows and hovers close making my eyes dart to his lips then back up. He grins widely ridiculously so but I can’t help it as the feeling of love and affection towards him overtakes me. My heart fucking soars even more so at his widening smile which is proof that he can hear how it speeds up ‘’So is that a yes?’’ he goes on blinking innocently tilting his head for effect which works. I should be saying no, I will regret this so much this whole week not only tomorrow. But what am I supposed to do? Say no? To him?

‘’Fine.’’ I groan which has him leaning in stealing a kiss ‘’But you better massage my poor sore muscles later, and draw me a bath and…’’ as I list the things, I want he’s quick to kick of the blanket we were under, and lie on his back, his hands dragging me by my forearms up and over so I’m straddling him. One glance down at his hard cock, and up his abs it has heat pooling in my cheeks, as well as spreading all over my body, my core getting practically zapped with arousal that’s gradually starting to rise, especially when I met his black eyes which are filled with lust.

‘’Anything my queen wants ugh…’’ he groans when I move my hips his cock sliding between my lower lips, my arousal and wetness starting to increase ‘’…and desires.’’ His tone goes deep, making me shiver and smirk at the affect I have on him while he’s staring at me with lips parted eyes terrifyingly black, which make him look like the embodiment of sin, despite my own position and doings that would suggest otherwise from another point of view as I am, teasing him, rubbing my pussy over his aching hard almost purple colored dick.

‘’Anything?’’ I ask looking down at him, sinking my bloody red nails into his shoulders. It was spur of a moment to do a manicure but he loved them instantly as I wore a matching lipstick the previous night when he came over under the pretense of us having a chill movie night in. I buck my hips harshly his hands lifting up to my hips, grip tight but not enough to bruise me.

‘’Ahh, please….’’ He breathes out as I move my hips forwards and backwards basically getting myself off more, as his dick brushes against my clit perfectly whenever I sway forward. I simply grin mimicking his devilish smile from before, licking over my lower lip once he opens his eyes cocking an eyebrow up. He groans again mewls practically, hands forcing my hips back where they stay. I drop onto one elbow getting closer. He’s quick to raise up wanting to meet my lips into a bruising kiss I assume, hence why I duck back avoiding him ending up chuckling amusedly, the thunderously low growl he lets out is indicating danger, and would concern anyone, but it only tells me I’m doing everything right.

‘’Impatient, aren’t we?’’ I continue to taunt him and with the hand I’m not supporting myself I use my fingers to trace them down the side of his face. He furrows his brows and pouts fingers raising as they dig into the flesh of my ass making me grin showing of my teeth another whine ripping from his lips.

‘’You are mean.’’ he whines adorably, as I lift my ass up and start slowly leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, trailing my lips upwards to his temple as I brace myself, hand shooting down once I don’t feel him against me. I grasp his cock, blowing some air past his ear down his neck which has him shuddering underneath me, hands tugging me downwards, while my fingers work over the tip of his cock, thumb occasionally brushing over the slit which earns me an occasional breathless moan.

‘’I’m just making you feel good Hobi.’’ I tease ending up chuckling leaning up to look at how frustrated he is, black eyes staring at me. He looks dangerous whenever he lets go of his concentration, with blank eyes which still after all this time I have a feeling like they see into my soul. And they do which makes this whole thing more exhilarating to have someone like him, a powerful demon underneath me like this rendered into a whining and sensitive mess.

‘’You ar…’’ he hisses as I let go of his cock and trail my hand up brushing my palm from my fingers down over his nipple, that has him tugging me down because of the clearly unexpected touch ‘’Y/N…’’ he practically growls and I think if he was more heated up or frustrated there would be smoke coming from his mouth, judging by the serious glare he is giving me. I pout at him innocently, blinking a few times for good measure and then lean in pressing the lightest kiss to his nose, pushing myself to straighten up for a moment, his eyes falling down over my body.

Running my hand through my hair I push it away to the side, keeping my eyes on him as he takes me in, his own hands having fallen down my thighs where they are resting ‘’Good boy.’’ I say sounding impressed his eyes snapping up to meet my own. We’ve been together for so long, so the eye thing doesn’t scare me anymore at all. (or the horns on occasion and other things) He’s quick to raise up, posture proper while his arms raise, fingertips pressing onto the skin over my spine, while his eyes melt back to the normal warm brown color which I first fell in love with.

‘’You’re pushing it today.’’ He murmurs as, as I let the tips of my nails gently rake downwards over his front, all the way till his cock, fingers stopping near the base ‘’Reallyyyyyy, pushing it.’’ he says through his teeth, as his fingers trace the round complex symbols that he left over my back and spine. They serve as protection marks, and it’s a way of claiming me as I’m a mere human and very, very fragile in his own words.

‘’Not more than the usual, my prince.’’ I murmur pressing a kiss to his forehead, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance as I grasp his dick firmer ‘’I’m just stating that you are being good, and that I should maybe give you a reward but I’m not so sure right now, with the attitude you are giving me.’’ I have my right hand resting on his shoulder, feeling how he tenses up at my words.

He growls more animalistic as he glares as me with a dark look, but I proceed to lower myself down mouth falling open at the sensation. Even though we’ve just both cum not even 15 minutes ago, the feeling of him entering me, will never get boring or the same. It’s like my body is made for him, it knows and anticipates his touches. Even seeing him arouses me, I crave him in every sense. And I shouldn’t; he is a demon after all, but life is too short. You gotta fuck up at some point in your life, but I’m not counting him as a mistake.

‘’FFfffaaaaaaa…’’ he slurs out grip on my hips tight, as I readjust blood rushing through my veins, heart pounding in my ears the feeling of fulness overwhelming me for a solid moment. Staring down at him, his eyes have fallen shut mouth parted, chest raising up and down heavily. Experimentally I rock my hips forward and back which has him letting out a moan from the depths of his throat, as I settle into gentle rocking, my nipples brushing against his every time I rock forward.

It feels so fucking good, it’s so hard keeping the concentration of simply rocking myself, lifting and lowering only slightly for starters. He fills me up so good, cock thick, and curved just right so it brushes against my g-spot dead on, every time I move. Its why it doesn’t take long to bring me to my height. At the mere thought of him fucking into me moving hips as if he’s a dancer has me clenching up, fingers digging into his shoulder, only prickling his skin.

‘’M-move, princessss…’’ he breathes out his hands letting go of me, in favor of tracing his long slim fingers upwards my ribs to cup my breasts firmly as an encouragement. I’ve long reached the point where my brain is turned to much, so I simply follow his order and brace myself lifting up, and then fall back down onto him. I can feel his tights clench whenever I lower down, and fingers pinch my nipples whenever I raise up. My thighs work with effort as I bounce on him, changing it up by moving my hips at one point, doing figure 8 while he eagerly latches his mouth onto one nipple. It makes me shudder, feeling his tongue run around it before it flickers over, teeth sinking into the nub a moment lately harshly leaving in it’s wake some pain with the pleasurable sensation.

Gathering some sanity, despite the pleasurable slide again my walls, I place my hands firmly onto his shoulders bringing his attention up to me ‘’Lie down.’’ I simply say which has him tilting his head briefly, expression shifting into one of pleasure a moment later as I slam myself harder down onto him. He goes down willingly with a high-pitched hum. I brace my hands over his chest getting steadier which helps me speed up the sensations insanely pleasurable from how wet and turned on I am, and how perfect he is inside me, reaching so deep.

With parted lips, I stare down at my boyfriend watching his reactions carefully. He has tilted his head back, eyes tightly closed concentration clear. I smirk to myself, the tingles in my neglected clit making me want to reach down but I hold myself back, clenching around him, his hands snapping finally onto my hips.

‘’Are you close baby??’’ I tease grinning widely even more once he manages to open his eyes, them darting down where we are connected before he looks up at me, with the familiar blankness the sensation of being exposed once more present.

‘’S-so c-close…’’ he hisses thrusting up, the movement not entirely surprising me but at the angle he thrusted more forcefully it has the head of his dick slightly brushing against my g-spot. My head falls forward fingers digging into his skin, as my momentum breaks thighs aflame by now.

But he is quick to whine and then readjust his grip on me, raising me up and then just starts to thrust into me without abandon. Gasping a shout gets lost upon the assault of pleasure, my mind getting completely fogged up. I barely register as I’m being flipped over, and my legs are being bent up almost till my head while he hovers over me, covering me up ‘’T-that’s it, princesssss…’’ he hisses in the end, holding onto me beneath the knees, keeping me in place as he pistons away pace brutal, skin hitting skin which is the loudest sound in the room besides the moans that at one point started to spill from my lips.

Its maddening, the feeling, the thought of him, the everything…

‘’Eyes on me princess.’’ Comes a surprisingly steady order, his husky voice making me clench automatically, with which I do earn myself a guttural moan from him. Opening my eyes, I don’t miss how his gorgeous expression twists into one of pleasure again, eyebrows furrowed eyes having turned normal as they re-focus back onto me with a glare of pure lust.

‘’H-H-Hob-b-i…’’ I barely manage out, the tidal wave of destruction reaching its peak in my lower belly, only a string holding it together. Its starting to hurt, my clit throbbing, everything starting to feel too much but not enough. I’m getting sensitive and I know he knows it because he shifts his knees right under me, and slows his thrust down in favor or going deeper and harder, literally knocking air out of my lungs.

‘’I got you baby…’’ he breathes out smiling, letting go of my legs to lean forward on one elbow as he cups my cheek, his other hand disappearing from my view. I stare at him completely starstruck, enamored with every part of my soul. Eyes darting to his lips he instantly closes the distance into a messy kiss which he takes advantage to swallow my moans, as in the same moment his fingers make contact with my clit.

He continues to move steadily, some thrust faster than other which means he’s close but is persisting because of me. The thought alone, has me clenching again and just looking at him once he leans back is enough. A flick from his skilled fingers just breaks that string and releases the tidal wave, that makes stars explode everywhere a pleasant white noise starting to play in my ears. I faintly hear his grunts as he just fucks me without abandon, quick to reach his own release. He shudders a few times, moans occasionally leave from his lips as he accommodates our both, lowering my legs down into a comfortable position while he still remains inside me, and now lies his head comfortably over my chest. Now the loudest sound in the room is our labored breathing, brains fried.

‘’I think you broke a part of my brain.’’ Comes the statement making me instantly chuckle once the words register properly ‘’What? It’s true!’’ he persists groaning, as he shifts raising his head up. Only now I notice how his hair has gotten messed up, some strands plastered onto his forehead others sticking out in every direction.

‘’I did no such thing.’’ My voice has gone a bit too from all the moaning, but nothing a nice cut of tea can’t fix ‘’You owe me big time though. My thighs are…’’ I groan shifting my leg briefly feeling the burn ‘’I want a bath, pizza, candles the fancy nice smelling ones, wine, your attention the whole night…’’

He ends up chuckling kissing my cheek and then lips shutting me up, as I smile opening my eyes which have fallen closed ‘’Make a list for me, I’ll make sure to do whatever my queen wishes.’’ He smiles genuinely, cupping my face gently while his eyes take me in as if he’s trying to engrave my features in his memory.

‘’Good.’’ I reply cockily ‘’You better.’’

Chuckling he leans in to kiss me again, even though its awkward as we’re both smiling ‘’Everything and anything for you.’’ He whispers breaking the kiss, leaning his forehead against my own.

‘’Everything, anything and beyond.’’ I whisper in return. Fuck how much I fucking love this man. He’s doing to be the death of me.

*30 minutes later*

Two…alright 5 steps out of my apartment and out into the cold, very cold freezing weather the frown just etched itself onto my expression, glare accompanying it. every step I make is not pleasant, my thighs burning with the strain from before. It’s as if it’s leg day that kind of pain after a 1-hour workout. And just as my luck would have it, the bus arrives just before me so I had to sprint before the bus driver would just drive away. I hate running but I hate being late even more. I’m not even surprised as every single seat on the bus is taken, or the guy that shamelessly pushes me away before I can sit myself next to an old lady who even offered a polite smile and nod to join her. alright asshole. The cheery on the top is that I get pushed to the middle of the long vehicle, and have people standing in my personal space.

Also, I got to say people are weird. Humans are weird. Surprisingly they freak me out more than for example demons. There’s this one girl that’s staring at me intensely, which prompted me to turn around, and yet I can see her reflection in the windows on some turns. But it does enable me to see the pitch-black eyes. Ugh. I don’t need to deal with demons today either, so it would be nice if she’d fuck off but that’s probably too much to ask. As the song ends through my earphones, I bring my phone out smiling at the lengthy text message I got from Hoseok, which contains mostly hearts that cover the whole screen of my phone.

Shifting the song into a more upbeat one, I hock my arm around the pole and start to reply with ‘I love you’s’ in all the languages I know and have learned as we both learned to say I love you in multiple languages. Yes, we are that cute!

Everything happens instantly thought. Through the earphones I faintly hear the screech of wheels, just as my finger hits send, my head snaps up towards the front of the bus where I watch as a car gets flipped over heading directly towards us. I literally don’t have any time to feel any kind of way, or to react for that matter.

I just blink in confusion as I don’t exactly comprehend what happened and is happening. At one point I’m literally watching how the car hits the windshield of the bus shattering it into million tiny bits of deadly glass, but before one can hit me with a blink of an eye, I find myself somewhere completely else. I blink in complete confusion at the weirdly blue wasteland I’m standing in. Its as if its night time, but with a ceiling that’s kind of like a sky without any kind of starts or cloud or planets, there’s only infinity of nothingness. The ground is solid, not concrete or laminated its just…solid flawless ground. My music is still blasting but has switched onto the playlist Hoseok made for me.

I don’t miss how the song that’s playing the title is ‘Save my Soul’.

Narrowing my eyes, I glance around and properly turn on my feet only now realizing I’m not alone. There’s are a few people near and around me, some looking as I am around in confusion, some are freaking out badly, and the rest are just standing still like statues frozen, which has me thinking that maybe they haven’t processed what had happened.

Squinting my eyes in the distance I can see something which gets my immediate attention…okay it’s not glinting because there’s no sunlight but I see something shiny. Given that there’s nothingness all around me, I scratch my itchy nose and glance around at the confused people before making the first step heading towards the thing.

I take my phone out briefly checking for the service which there’s none, and I’m not really surprised that there isn’t any. So, I continue listening to music, making my way forward glaring at whoever tries to approach me, as some look at me clearly confused and lost, and with puppy eyes but I ignore them making my way forward. They do start to follow me, the hysteric ones luckily at a safe distance. I take a glance at their faces noticing two things; 1. The girl that stared at me isn’t present, 2. This is half of the bus of people I rode with.

Shaking my head to myself, my fingers wrap around the pepper spray in the jacket I have on which is Hoseok’s as I stole it because its warmer, the fake fur inside the jacket truly a blessing for the chilly autumn. Although here right now I don’t feel particularly anything, temperature or emotionally wise. I mean there is this urgency I feel, but unlike some I can’t bring myself to worry about this situation. The shiny thing I was talking about is actually a gated door and fence on both side of it, only stretching around I don’t know either it’s 1 meter or 5 I’m bad at judging distance and math in general. Its bronze…of course it is. It looks fancy to, reminding me of the one in Buckingham palace in London, its in that style but with more details on it. I don’t know what’s the point of it exactly besides the appealing decorations, so I just figure it must be magic or something.

Reaching it I stop a few steps away, admiring it squinting my eyes looking for any clues as; why the fuck its here. Why the fuck am I here? Where the fuck am I even? Why the fuck am I using so many fucks?!

‘’Run! We should run while we still can!’’ a guy starts to shout in hysteria next to me suddenly, as he stares at the gates in horror ‘’RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!’’ he goes on turning to stare at me urgently itching closer to touch me, but I pull my hand out pointing my finger at him in warning daring him to move an inch. He clearly reconsiders it gulping nervously.

‘’There’s nowhere to run!’’ a girl says behind us getting his attention as I tug my earphones out ‘’It’s all emptiness! Where even are we?!’’ she goes on her breathing getting laboured eyes glossy.

‘’I’m not supposed to be here!!’’ another guy says.

‘’What the fuck do we do!’’

As the people gather around complaining raising their voices, I keep calm and collected going as far as to fold my earphones and put them away in my bag. At least I got all my things with me here. Taking the water bottle I’ve got I take a sip examining the gates again.

‘’How can you be so calm?’’ a voice cuts through the crowd shushing everyone down. I glance to the side at the angry looking man, capping the bottle back. Is the asshole who stole my seat.

‘’Panic isn’t going to help me.’’ I reply simply shrugging, zipping up my bag again.

‘’We’re in hell, aren’t we?’’ at the statement I glance to the old man on the edge of the group of 20 people. He looks calm staring at the gates unimpressed, before he looks towards us in question. It has everyone clearly thinking looking at the gates and around themselves. I cross my arms pursing my lips as I examine the symbols on the crests on the doors.

‘’Oh no.’’

‘’I can’t be here!’’

‘’Stop joking around old man!’’

‘’Don’t say nonsense!’’

‘’It can’t be hell!’’

‘’Yep this is definitely hell, fuck.’’

‘’Stop saying that!!!!’’

‘’Hey lady calm down.’’

‘’I don’t want to die I don’t deserve this!!!’’

‘’What is your deal?’’ the same man from before is suddenly right in front of me glaring down ‘’You’re the only calm one, what’s your problem? Do you know something that we don’t?’’ he hisses in the end, standing way to close to my liking, the scene he’s making capturing everyone’s attentions again.

‘’Yeah, what’s wrong with you??’’ another guy asks.

‘’She knows something! Tell us!! Where the fuck are, we?’’ a woman demands, while I keep glaring at the tall man before me, in his mid-thirties is my guess, wearing a decent suit, and has a polished up typical hairstyle. I just stare at him unfaltering which is clearly pissing him off. Anger issues?

‘’I don’t know anything like you.’’ I reply back calmly ‘’Stop assuming shit.’’

‘’Little girl you better tell us what’s happening…’’ he starts.

‘’I NEED TO GET HOME!’’ a woman rushes over putting herself into my face ‘’I HAVE 3 KIDS, THEY NEED ME! I’M A LOVING MOTHER I NEED TO GET BACK TO THEM!’’ she insists crying, as I back away. The shouts begin like domino after her, the people all suddenly yelling right at me. I settle for turning my back onto them and glaring at the gates, wondering if we are in hell for real. The crest on the doors that gets my attention the most is the one on top. My eyes only briefly glance over it, the picture it represents, the bloody red diamond getting my attention. As if it knows and senses my curiosity something in the air shifts, a light breeze suddenly whisking past us, making the people finally shut up, and stare at the gates that are opening.

The door doesn’t even fully start to open when a guy is suddenly walking from the other side. I only give him an unimpressed glare as he strides to the line of the gates with a cheerful smile on his face, wearing all black of course, tight jeans, and a long shirt that has see through sleeves. The belt he has over his chest, and around his waist I narrow my eyes slightly at because okay my first thought is kinky, but his attire is kind of hot I’m not going to lie. His hair is parted making him look more dangerous once the smile turns slightly sinister as he glances around at the people, until he meets my gaze. His mood shifts as a gentle smile appears expression softening.

‘’There you are.’’ He says clearly unbothered by the people staring. He raises his hand up in invitation as I straighten up from my slightly hunched position ‘’C’mon we’re going to be late!’’ he says enthusiastically urging me on.

‘’Yeah yeah.’’ I grumble ‘’My legs hurt still.’’ I point out no fucks given for the others as I stalk walking towards my boyfriend who looks to giddy about this whole situation.

‘’Awww my poor princess.’’ He coos as I quickly reach him taking his hand in my own.

‘’Hey!!’’ the guy from before shouts interrupting Hobi just as he was about to say something ‘’What about us?!’’ turning back he’s glaring at my boyfriend.

‘’Yeah what about us?’’ the uproar begins quickly but nobody dares to step forward which I find fascinating. They do protest and shout and demand answers. I turn to the love of my life instead looking up at him in question.

‘’Can we go?’’ I ask instead shifting from one foot to another. He grins wider tugging me closer to him but doesn’t give me a kiss or anything yet.

‘’We can in 30 seconds. Jimin is on his way, to take care of them.’’ He replies casually and then points with his other hand to the man that ganged up on me from the very beginning ‘’You!’’ he states ‘’You’ve earned yourself additional penalties for harassing not only a sweet and fairly innocent young woman…’’ I quickly jab my elbow into his side briefly making him chuckle ‘’…but also for even considering of touching her, and for having filthy thoughts about her. She’s mine.’’ The last part comes out as a growl anger rising. I can feel he’s trying to hold himself back ‘’If you weren’t dead already…’’ he tilts his head to the side taking in a breath, while I squeeze my hand tighter in his.

‘’Let it go Hope-ah.’’ I try to assure him glancing back at Jimin who’s smirking already as he approaches us, wearing similar attire that looks way sexual to me ‘’Hey Jiminie.’’ I greet him his smirk widening.

‘’Hey little bird.’’ I only shake my head at the nickname as I don’t find it fitting but he’s to stubborn to change his mind.

‘’Are you done?’’ Hoseok snaps suddenly making me chuckle.

‘’Okay that’s enough.’’ The guy suddenly states starting to march towards us angrily. I raise an eyebrow as he approaches us watching as his steps falter, eyes widening as he stares ahead of us, eyes widening fear twisting his features ‘’No.’’ he whispers ‘’No. NO!’’ and there it is madness. I curiously glance to my left past the gate but I don’t see anything just more wasteland.

‘’I want this one and those 5 others given special privileges.’’ Hoseok says casually. I know it’s an order thought. Glancing at Jimin his sweet smile turns upwards more promising nothing good for the said 5 chosen ones.

‘’Noted and notified hyung.’’ he says sweetly ‘’It will be my honour to deliver the privileges myself.’’

‘’You have one runaway. A guy ran off.’’ I quickly pipe in the now blue haired demon giving me a thankful and pleasant smile nodding his head.

‘’Have fun Noona.’’ Is what he says before stepping forward while I turn to Hoseok who leans down and kisses me completely catching me off guard. He doesn’t give me time to return the kiss as he breaks it unexpectedly. Again, like before within a blink of an eye find myself in a completely different area. I’m taken aback at the room we’re standing in. I do immediately notice the orange, yellow and red lighting from the outside of the windows, but my attention goes to the rose petals on the bed, and many candles placed around the huge bedroom decorated in Hoseok’s style. I glance towards the desk on my left where I can spot two boxes of pizza, and bottles of my favourite wine.

‘’C’mon.’’ he gently urges me, tugging my bag off letting it drop to the ground. He tugs me forward by hand, to the next room, the bathroom even more grand than the room almost. There’s a giant bathtub filled up with water and bubbles, candles placed everywhere as well as music already playing softly and quietly ‘’So did I achieve your demands?’’ he asks, fingers quietly tracing over my arms up my shoulders to the front of the jacket. As he stands behind me, he starts sliding it off which I do let him with a smile on my face, my heart filling up with so much love towards him.

The jacket drops without care on the floor, yet my attention is completely on his touch, on the way his hands are both sliding over my back, over my hips going around to take both hands into my own as he presses his front flush to my back. A gentle kiss lands on the side of my neck, making me hum in content as the familiarity fully settles back into my bones, and I find myself instantly relaxing into his hold ‘’Now I know why you were so gentle with me today.’’ I point out hearing him chuckle as he lulls us side to side to the music.

‘’I’m always gentle with you.’’ Comes the reply making me snort and glance back ‘’Mostly.’’ He adds and complies with me by letting go enough so I can turn in his hold, and take his hand properly, my right one resting on his shoulder while his other goes around my waist as he easily lulls us into a slow dance.

‘’So, my time was up huh?’’ I ask his stare loving and almost entranced as his eyes are taking me in.

‘’As a human yes.’’ He replies pressing a kiss to my forehead ‘’But as my queen, it’s only the beginning my love.’’

#bts smut #bts hoseok x reader #bts jhope #bts hoseok #bts demon #jhope x reader #bts demon au #bts fanfic #bts jung hoseok #bts fanfction #jung hoseok x reader

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stopforamoment · 7 years ago

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MILF (1 of 7)

Sturm und Drang MILF (1 of 7)

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OFC Rinda Parks Word Count: 1,864 Rating: M for Language Author’s Note: Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh. This series takes place in week three of the school year, and Bastien and Rinda are about to go through their first major friendship challenges. Summary: Bastien is getting some extra attention from one of the moms, and he isn’t thrilled when Rinda teases him about it.

Rinda couldn’t wait until the school day was over. A mom started showing a special interest in Bastien, and since Rinda had the most interaction with him, she was given the important task of getting more details. She walked into his office with a big grin “So, the juicy gossip is that there is a MILF who is totally interested in you. Are you going to ask her out?”

Bastien gave Rinda a wary look and reached for his phone. “I want you to know that I downloaded the Urban Dictionary app, Rinda. Okay, what’s a . . .” He blushed and set his phone down and returned his attention to his laptop. “Bastien—hey. I’m changing the topic. Please just talk to me.” His jaw clenched and he refused to look at her, so Rinda sat down next to him and looked at her phone while she waited him out. Ten minutes later, Bastien was still immersed in his work and Rinda knew she fucked up. Big time. Bastien’s silent treatment never lasted that long. “Okay, Bastien. It looks like you won this round. Henry will be here soon, so I’ll talk to you later.” She leaned closer to him, hoping he would look up at her. “Bastien, I really am sorry that I teased you about that. Please forgive me for taking it too far and upsetting you.” Bastien didn’t even acknowledge Rinda when she left. . . . . . The next afternoon Laura and Rinda didn’t have pick up duty, so they stayed in the classroom at the end of the day. Rinda grabbed a chair to hop up to the window to watch Bastien and the MILF interact. “Rinda, what’s going on with Ms. Trakas?” Rinda laughed. “I don’t know. She’s totally into him though. Touching her face, playing with her hair, learning in. Oh, wait. Oh. Oh my God, Laura. She touched his arm. Like, total flirty smile and oooh, this is really good. Now she’s keeping it there, and he’s not moving away. Oh damn, if only we had some kind of listening device. I can’t see his reaction, but he’s not moving away.”

Bastien was becoming a favorite with a lot of the parents at the school. He always wore his suit, and damn, he wore that suit. But he was also loosening up with the kids, which was even more endearing to them. And there was one mom, recently divorced, who was ready to pounce. “So what’s the deal, Rinda? You talk to him the most.” Rinda shrugged. “I do, but I really don’t. I mean, I love working with him and he’s been so great to me and Henry. I like him a lot. But I really don’t know anything about him because he doesn’t open up about his life. I did tease him about Ms. Trakas and he completely shut me out. I really don’t want to go there again.” Rinda looked out the window again, her brow furrowing. She knew Bastien was very private with his personal life, especially at work. But was he also that shy? “Hey Laura?” “Hmm?” “I know we were joking about Bastien at the end of summer, but you’re sure you’re not interested in him, right?” Laura looked up and nodded. She had a crush on Bastien when she first met him, but as they got to know each other they slipped into a comfortable working routine. Not as comfortable as Rinda and Bastien were, but a comfortable professional working routine. Rinda looked over at Laura. “Okay, just checking. Bastien may need a wingman, but I don’t know if he’s comfortable enough around me that I can get away with it.” She stepped onto the chair and then jumped the rest of the way to the floor. “He’s coming back inside and we’re supposed to meet in his office this afternoon. Hopefully he’s not still upset with me for yesterday’s MILF comment.” Laura whipped around. “MILF? Jesus, Rinda. No wonder he’s been avoiding you all day. You’re the only one who would even think about talking to him that way.” Rinda laughed. “Actually, I don’t think before I talk to him that way. That’s the whole problem.” . . . . . Rinda was waiting outside of Bastien’s office when he walked up. “I’m sorry I’m late, Rinda. Pick up duty took longer than I expected. Anything new I need to know about?” He sat down behind his desk, but Rinda remained standing. There were a couple of families who were dealing with difficult divorce and custody issues. Rinda gave Bastien a hard copy of next week’s custody schedule and the highlights of where he’d need to be and when. She also included the emergency contacts for the children, but she and the principal also had the info and could take care of that if needed. Even though everything appeared fine at school, Rinda wanted to be prepared. There were several instances back home when a parent would purposely try to pick up on a day they didn’t have custody. At times it got violent and required law enforcement intervention, and an emergency contact would need to come pick up the child if both parents were in police custody. It took Rinda under a minute to update Bastien, and he nodded when she was done. “Bastien, is there anything else you needed to go over?” “No, thank you for this.” He looked up at her. “Seriously, thank you. I knew joint custody affected children at school, but I never thought about . . . all of this. I’m glad we’re prepared for the worst.” Rinda nodded, and then closed his office door and sat down across from him. Bastien leaned back in his chair and gave her the deflective stare with silent treatment. Not that he even needed to. It was clear he was still upset with Rinda. She got right to the point. “Bastien, I’m sorry about the comment I made yesterday. I joke around with you a lot and take things too far. That was obviously beyond teasing you, and I apologize that I invaded your personal life and made a joke about it.” Bastien sighed. “Thank you, Rinda. I appreciate that. I needed some time to myself. I don’t like the idea of my interaction with Ms. Trakas being public entertainment or something people talk about, so thank you for giving me space today.” Rinda nodded and started to get up. She knew it was smart to leave it at that and walk away, but she wanted to help. She just didn’t know what kind of help Bastien wanted. She decided to sit back down and just go for it. “Bastien. Just let me say a couple things without you shutting down and deflecting, okay?” Bastien leaned back, suddenly wary. Rinda continued anyway. “Look, people gossip at any work place. And I’m going to be honest with you. Everyone can see that Ms. Trakas is interested in you, whether you are interested in her or not.” Bastien blushed and tried to cut Rinda off, but she stopped him. “Bastien, no. Look, if you need to turn around and stare out the window or pretend to work on your laptop so this isn’t so embarrassing, that’s fine. I totally get it. But I need to talk to you about this. I want to help. So just listen, okay?” Bastien gave Rinda an even stare before pointedly opening his laptop. Rinda got the hint, so she stood up and walked to the bookshelf, suddenly interested in the selection. “Bastien. In case you haven’t looked in a mirror lately, you’re pretty drop dead gorgeously hot. And you don’t have a wedding ring, and you don’t mention anyone, so the assumption is that you’re either really single or it’s really complicated.” Bastien began doing random searches on the laptop, refusing to look up. Rinda continued to calmly page through a book, not looking at Bastien. “You’re also this complete man of mystery because, well, we don’t know much about you. Just that you’re a Cordonian hero who was injured in the line of duty multiple times. Saving the life of the King during a shooting. Digging people out of the rubble after an explosion, escorting them to safety. That’s like Romance Novel 101 material, in case you didn’t know.” Rinda caught Bastien shaking his head and trying not to grin. Good, he might actually be okay with me talking about this. “Look, I don’t know if you’re even interested in her, or if you’ve got something else going on. But whatever it is, please know that I’m here to help.” Bastien looked up at her and his voice had a sarcastic edge. “And how would you do that, Rinda? Play matchmaker?” Now it was Rinda’s turn to lean against the bookshelf and give Bastien an even stare. “If that’s what you want, yes. You won’t be here much longer, so it isn’t like it’s going to be a conflict of interest. I’m sure she’d understand that you couldn’t pursue anything while you’re still working here. If that’s even a concern of yours. And if it’s weird to ask her out, there’s a million and one ways I can arrange a time for the three of us to meet at school and then I suddenly have to run home to Henry. Or maybe some teachers mention going we’re going for drinks at the end of the week and she casually gets invited along. It’s easy to figure something out where the two of you end up together in a group situation, or just the two of you. BUT only if that’s what you want.” “And if I DON’T want?” “Then I tell the gossip train to shove it and respect your privacy. End of story.” “End of story? Just like that?” Rinda walked back to her chair and sat down, refusing to break eye contact. “Look, Bastien. People have been trying to get me back into the dating scene since day 366 after Jameson’s death. Trust me, if you want to be left the fuck alone, I get it. I’ve mastered quite a few tricks over the past six months that I’m willing to share with you. Of course, having a wedding ring and an elaborate backstory about a hero husband who died in the line of duty is a big help.” Rinda gave an unapologetic shrug and grinned. “I could always create a backstory for you . . .” Now it was Bastien’s turn to grin. “No. Please, not a Rinda Ramble backstory!” They both laughed but the room got quiet when they stopped. After a long pause Bastien finally spoke. “So, Rinda. You think I’m cute?” Rinda rolled her eyes. “God, I knew that was going to bite me in the ass. No, Bastien. Not ‘cute.’ I think I said that you’re ‘hot.’ There’s a difference. You’re not cute.” “Mmm, no Rinda. Your exact words were ‘pretty drop dead gorgeously hot.’” Rinda just stared at him. “Seriously? That was your take away from this entire conversation? Why the fuck do I even waste my time trying to talk to you?”

#bastien lykel #choices trr #ofc rinda parks

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maribricklove · 7 years ago

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Trapped Under Ice - Part Four

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader, John Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned)

Summary: Imagine being an old hunting friend of Sam’s (and something more) from before he went to college that he thought was dead, and while coincidentally working on the same case you were, you run into each other again. Astonished to see you after almost twenty years, Sam tries to figure out how you survived, but you don’t want to relive the pain and terror of how you were separated.

Word Count: 1293

Warnings: Implied PTSD (No disrespect to people with PTSD. Just something for the character), fluff, angst, eventual blood, gore, death, mild swearing.

Prompt: None

Disclaimers: I do not own anything from CW, Warner Brother’s, any of the photos in this collage, or you. This is a work of pure fiction -obviously.

Series Masterlist

Flashback

Reader’s POV

After school, we all went back to the motel, and as usual, Dean went down to the bar to hustle pool, maybe get it on with a girl. Sam and I were fine by ourselves. There was enough food to last a couple days, and the room included free t.v. which was pretty awesome.

We spent a couple of hours on our homework - not that it meant anything; we would be leaving in a few weeks – and while I was trying to find something on the t.v. that wasn’t porn or soap operas, Sam was in the kitchen making us some dinner. There wasn’t much on, so just kept searching. Suddenly, Sam walked up to me with a plate of food and a can of soda. I put down the t.v. remote and took the food. I looked, and I noticed it was my favorite sandwich, a turkey on white with extra cheese, mustard, and potato chips in it. I didn’t think he paid any attention. He’s so sweet.

“Thank you,” I said.

“No problem,” he replied sweetly. “Anything on the t.v.?”

“Nada. Looks like it’s just a bad night for good t.v.”

“Dang. Well, it looks like we’ll have to play some games or something.”

“Games, what kind of games, Sam?” I asked.

“I have a deck of cards. We could play ‘go-fish’ or ‘gin rummy’” he suggested.

“I haven’t played ‘go-fish’ in forever. I don’t know if I remember how to play,” I joked.

Sam let out a small, breathy chuckle. “I think I could teach you.”

“Alright. Let’s play.”

I sat myself on the floor with my food right next to me, and Sam came back with his food and a deck of cards. While took a couple bites of my sandwich, Sam shuffled the deck. “So,” he said, “we each get seven cards, and we take turns asking each other if we have a certain card, like a three or a jack.”

“Okay.”

“If either one of us has the card that the other asks for, we have to give it to the other. If not, we say…”

“‘Go fish!’” I said, rather too childishly. We both just laughed.

“Yeah. That’s right. I think you got it.” He dealt out the cards, and we each help up our hand of cards, starting the game. “You want to go first?” he asked.

“No. It’s fine you can go first.”

“Umm… Okay. Do you have any two’s?”

“Hmm…” I stared at my cards pensively. “Go fish,” I said with a mischievous smirk.

Sam, mocking defeat, let out a sigh, dropped his head, and reached out for the middle deck and grabbed a card.

“Okay. My turn. Do you have any… nine’s?” I asked.

Sam blankly looked at me and reached into his hand and grabbed tone of his cards. “Did you see what I drew?” He handed me the card.

“No,” I said defensively. I started giggling as he gave me a curious look when I took the card. “I swear I didn’t, Sam.” I placed the pair of nines in front of me.

“Okay,” he said sarcastically, “I’m going to have to watch you, cheater.”

“I’m not cheating!” I said giggling.

“Okay. Do you have… a date to that dance next week?”

I shot my eyes up in surprise. At a complete loss for better words, I muttered out the only thing I could say: “What?”

“I saw you talking to that ‘Brock’ guy the other day in class, and I just thought, maybe, he asked you to the dance.”

Still kind of shocked, now maybe a little disappointed, I answered, “No. He didn’t ask me to the dance.”

“Oh,” Sam said interestedly.

“Yeah, and he didn’t get a chance to either. He was being kind of a creep, so I just shut him down before he could make any more crude comments,” I replied confidently.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I returned to Sam with a furrowed brow.

“What?”

“That was your way of asking me to the dance, right?” I inquired.

“Uh… yeah. I mean if, you want to. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can understand if you think it’s weird.”

“Sam,” I interrupted. “Does this have anything to do with what you and Dean were talking about before school, on Monday?”

He paused for a moment. “Yeah. It does. How did you know?”

“Because Dean had the same talk with me and mentioned if I ever hurt you, that he would hunt me down and kill me.”

“What?” he asked with a very surprised look.

I immediately grabbed my stomach and let out a braying laugh. I laughed for a good minute or two at Sam’s curious face. After I finally stifled my laughter and caught my breath, “Yeah, but not that last part. That was just some good comedy there,” I answered.

He let out a small sigh of relief. “So, you like me too?”

I quickly leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on his lips, and as cliché as it sounds, sparks flew. That was my first kiss. It was a declaration, a declaration of my feelings for him. I could sense his surprise, and I was actually shocked at myself for being so bold. I slowly moved away from him, and I opened my eyes to see Sam opening his eyes wide with surprise, and I just couldn’t help but smile at his goofiness. “I would love to go to the dance with you, Sam Winchester.”

“Great,” he replied with an enormous smile on his face. I could tell he was overjoyed. His eyes always had this sparkle when he was excited about something, and somehow it always gave me butterflies when I saw him happy.

Later that night, after Dean got back from his trip to the bar, we started to get ready for bed, I was in the bathroom changing into my pajamas, and I heard Sam and Dean talking in the other room. At first, I could only make out a few words, like ‘school’ and their names, but suddenly, they started talking about the dance and what Sam should do to make the night special. Dean mentioned a few of the typical things, like getting me a corsage, opening the door for me, and all that crap. Suddenly, I heard Sam say something that I never thought I’d hear him say. “I want to do more for her, Dean. I want to make Y/N feel special.”

“What do you mean, Sam?” Dean asked.

“Look at our life, Dean. It seems a lot of times that life isn’t going to get any better, and if I can just make her forget it for one night, then it’ll be worth it.”

“Okay, that’s really deep, Sam. You’re only fourteen.”

“I’m just thinking of Y/N. This is a big thing for both of us, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You’re not going to mess it up, Sammy. I’ll help you. I’ll have to help Y/N a little too with the money thing, but if you need anything, I’m here for you, man.”

“Thanks, Dean.”

I had no doubt that Sam would exceed his expectations in plans for night of the dance. He was my best friend, who knew me better than anyone.

End of Flashback

He was my best friend, who knew me better than anyone. He knew me. The me that didn’t have the same nightmare every night for the last twenty years since that fateful night. Remembering that happy night brings little comfort to the trembling hands that longed to hold her best friend who might not want to know the new me.

I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, but every time I set some time aside to work on it, life got in the way. I am going to work hard on getting part five up by next week, and then try to post new parts every week after that. Love the likes and reposts. Would love to read your thoughts on the series. Message me with asks, because the ask box is being an a$$.Thank you for your support. Love and blessings to all.

Part five

#supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #sam x reader #samxreader #Sam x y/n #Sam winchester #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fanfiction

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abbyfic-updates · 7 years ago

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Fanfic: AU!Red Jay #2

Title: I should have said no...

Character(s): Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson

Rating: PG

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, major character potentially dying

Disclaimer: All characters and things of Batman and Teen Titans belong to DC comics, and Bill Finger and Bob Kane as well as Marv Wolfman and George Pérez. I’m simply borrowing them for creative output.

Author Notes: I don’t know why I’m writing this AU, but I am. I suppose I was inspired by janecat and her brilliant drabbles for her AUs. Thus, I decided to try my hand at writing short stories. I have about four or five written, and I’ll plan to post as I can. Enjoy this one for now.

Description: After waking up injured, Jason slowly comes to realize life as he knows it has changed, possibly forever, for him and the rest of the batfamily. He doesn’t know whether he can handle the new responsibilities or whether anyone is going to trust him enough to let him try.

So this is how it is | I should have said no |

There was a moment of déjà vu when Jason entered Dick’s medical room. More than 48 hours, they had been trapped under the remains of Wayne Tower. Still, he could remember leaning over, practically pressed against Dick’s pinned form.

Of course, then, Dick had still been conscious and talkative. Now, though, the older man was still and quiet. Sure, there was the slow rising and falling of his chest, but the machines were doing most of the work.

Jason noticed first how much paler and battered Dick looked. The bruises around his eyes, neck, and arms only emphasized his fragile state. Taking a step closer, he noticed tall plastic tub beside him. Inside, he saw blood soaked rags. Even worse, he saw long stained tubes reaching out from under Dick’s blankets and into the tub.

His throat tightened. A subtle tremble started in his legs. Seeing Dick like this hurt more than he thought. He wanted to turn away and just go any place else but here.

Still, Jason had come here for a reason.

Beside Dick’s bed was a chair. Clearly, he wasn’t the first to come watch over Dick’s unconscious form. It was comforting to know someone else, probably the family, had been there just in case. Drawing in a breath, he tried to think positive.

Lowering himself into the chair, he found himself wiping something from his eyes. He drew in a long breath and tried to collect his still muddled thoughts. There were words he wanted to say.

A breath of a chuckle fell from his lips as he leaned forward. His hands clasped together, and he looked up to the ceiling. If he was honest with himself, there were a lot of words he’d always meant to say to Dick. Some were purely heat of the moment words that never needed to be uttered. Others were wishes of a far younger self. Childish things he’d meant to tell Dick. For the moment, he put those aside.

“I don’t know whether you can hear me,” Jason started. He drew in a long breath. “But…” He stopped and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair.

Something between a laugh and a scoff blew passed his lips. “I thought this was going to be easier, but I suppose nothing with this family is easy. Definitely not words. But I’m worried…” He licked his lips. “…about what I said to you…” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “… when we were trapped. I can’t...” New tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. “You asked too much of me, and in the heat of the moment, I said yes.”

“You said yes to what?” The voice was instantly familiar and intrusive.

Jason shot to his feet and looked towards the now open doorway. There in his Red Robin armor, sans his cowl and gauntlets, stood Tim. A coldness washed over Jason as his mouth grew dry. The younger man gave him a pointed look with his reddened eyes.

“I uhm…” Jason couldn’t muster a whole sentence. Of course, he was sure there were curses to throw at his replacement as Robin, but his brain seemed to have failed him.

Tim slowly approached. “What are you doing here, Jason? I thought…”

Jason turned to look back at Dick’s unconscious form, trying to ignore Tim. He didn’t know what he expected to see or do, but it was a brief break from meeting Tim’s cold gaze and constant questions. Yet, he knew he couldn’t just stare at Dick forever.

Forcing a cough, he tried to regain some control. Then, his gaze shifted back towards Tim. The younger man now stood within punching distance. Jason scolded himself for thinking about the distance in that manner, but instinct was screaming at him to hit and run. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, sticking them into his back pockets. “Nothing.”

Tim didn’t look convinced. Jason could tell by the Bruce-esque grimace on his face.

Again, Jason cursed his fearful reactions. Tim had never been someone he felt he needed to fear. In fact, despite all that had transpired on their first few meetings, the younger man had been nothing but nice to him. Jason figured he owed him.

Coughing, Jason squeezed his eyes shut and blew out a quick reply. The words flew faster than his own brain could comprehend. He didn’t know why Tim should understand any better.

In fact, Tim blinked in a look of confusion. “Excuse me? What was that about a promise to Dick?”

Blowing out a breath, Jason fell back into the seat beside Dick’s bed. With Tim’s question, Jason just didn’t want to keep it all inside anymore. It hurt too much.

“I know right? It’s stupid. I don’t know why he asked me, made me promise.” Then, Jason’s gaze drifted back towards Dick’s unconscious form. “That’s not true, I can guess why, but he still shouldn’t have.” Sniffling slightly, he drew in another long breath. “It’s not like I get along with any of you. We hate each other’s guts, and.... and I’m no good at this family stuff. Not to mention listening. But he did. He asked me.”

Jason felt a hand on his shoulder and turned slowly towards it. “Maybe,” Tim started to say. He was drawing in a shaky sounding breath. His gaze was directed towards Dick. “Maybe he knew you’d need us as much…” The words died on his tongue as if he couldn’t speak. But then, his lips tightened. “As much as we would need you.”

“Still,” Jason said in a tighter sounding voice. “I’m no good at the big brother stuff.”

“I don’t know.” A small smile curved Tim’s lips. “You came, didn’t you? To sit with him.”

Jason’s brow furrowed. “So?”

“That’s a start. You’re… a work in progress, shall we say.”

Jason couldn’t help the snort of laughter. “Story of my life.”

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The Melody In My Head (A Jonah Marais Imagine) Pt. 2

Masterlist

Part Two

*As Requested*

Disclaimer: Because this request contained more in-depth plot-lines and story segments, it will be divided into three parts, posted at different times

Word Count: 3550

Have a lovely day!

Jonah

7:38. It was 7:38 in the morning, and I was wide awake, clutching my phone in my hands as I prepared to power it on. I took a deep, calculated breath. If I don’t move a single muscle, maybe she won’t wake up, and I won’t have to deal with this right now. I powered on the phone, the apple logo lighting up my screen as I prepared to deal with the worst. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe it’ll just blow over, she’ll get a few compliments, and that’ll be the end of it. Maybe it won’t be that drastic. As soon as I’d pulled up my home screen, however, I knew that was far from true. My phone was cluttered with texts from management, missed calls from family, and about a million missed calls from Y/N’s best friend, Y/BFF/N. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I prepared to open Instagram. Before I even checked the popularity of the post, my feed was filled with fan accounts reposting’s of the video, as well as edits and mashups of it scattered across the Explore page. Great. I was officially dead. I might as well tweet my farewell apology now.

Pulling up my profile, I hesitated, before tapping on the video post. 11. Million. Views. 85. Thousand. Comments. Not only was I officially dead, I was officially going viral. Well, my girlfriend had, anyway.

Y/N

Rolling over in bed, I smiled, not bothering to open my eyes as I extended my arm to wrap lazily over Jonah’s still sleeping figure, only to have my arm hit the empty space of the right side of the bed. Opening my eyes, I furrowed my brows as I slowly sat up. Jonah was never up before me. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I rubbed my eyes.

“Jonah?” I murmured softly, still waking up properly. What time was it? Had I just drastically overslept? I checked the alarm clock beside me. 8:02am. Pretty much the same as usual. I sighed, running a finger through my Y/H/C hair as I got out of bed, folding the bedspread neatly behind me as I went. Sliding my feet into a pair of fluffy, baby blue slippers, I made my way downstairs. I don’t remember Jonah mentioning an early recording session, or promo interview today. When I got to the living room, it was completely empty, which was normal for the boys on a day where they didn’t have anything planned. I peeked into the kitchen. There, sitting on the counter top in a pair of black Calvin boxers and Nike socks, was Jonah, huddled over his phone. I giggled, shaking my head as I made my way towards him.

“Morning, early bird.” I smiled. He jumped, startled by the noise as I raised a curious eyebrow.

“Whoa, calm down, not a burglar.” I retorted, feeling odd that Jonah had reacted in a manner that was the complete opposite to his usually so lenient personality. Jonah laughed softly, shaking his head as his eyes darted back towards the phone, turning it off and setting it face down on the counter top.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t hear you get up.” He mumbled. I stepped forward, standing in between his legs as I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Maybe you just weren’t expecting me, since I usually get up before you.” I laughed, shaking off the moment as I headed toward the cabinet to grab a coffee filter. Jonah forced a laugh.

“Yeah, guess I couldn’t sleep.”

“Something on your mind?” I asked without bothering to look as I grabbed the ground coffee beans and scooping them into the pot. Jonah was silent a moment.

“Y/N I-”

“Oh, don’t tell me- you’re pregnant!” I interrupted, laughing as shook my head. Jonah smiled, shaking his head quietly. I smiled, giving him a confused look as to why he hadn’t laughed, or made some sort of comment about my obvious joke.

“J, chill- what’s up? Is..is something really wrong?” I inquired, folding my arms over my chest as I turned to face him, listening intently this time. Jonah was quiet a moment, before hopping off the counter top.

“I did something…and you might not like it…” He took his phone off the counter, unlocking it and tapping something I couldn’t see.

“J you’re scaring me…” I replied. Jonah bit his lip, his eyes connecting with mine.

“I..I didn’t mean to, I swear, it was an accident, and I know you’ll probably kill me for this but…” He handed me his phone, which I took in complete confusion. My face sculpted into a look of perplexity, I turned towards the screen. It was Instagram profile, and a video post was pulled up. The video was dark, but the instant the audio began, my confusion evaporated immediately. I was frozen in shock, listening to my own voice playing through Jonah’s phone, off his very public, very popular Instagram account. I scrolled down. Comments, over 87 thousand, views, over 11 million 500 thousand. This was the most attention one of Jonah’s posts had ever acquired…and it was me singing “Made For”. I couldn’t find the words to speak as I clutched Jonah’s phone, allowing the video the play again and again, until finally Jonah took the device from my grip, turning it off. Clearly flustered and upset, Jonah sighed, setting his face in his hands.

“Jonah-”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…I mean it! I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was an accident! Yeah, I recorded it, but posting it was an accident, I swear! And then I wanted to delete it but it had already gotten so popular I thought maybe it’d look fishy if I deleted it and-”

“Jonah, oh my God stop talking.” I shouted finally. Jonah quieted immediately, placing his face in his palms begrudgingly. I sighed, silent I thought for a moment.

“I just…I still love you and all that crap, ok? I just…just give me a minute.” I muttered. Jonah bit his lip, nodding.

There was a recording of me singing, on the internet, forever. Nothing could take it back, nothing could go back in time and change what happened. And sure, maybe I was blowing this a little out of proportion, but I’d never had 11 million people listen to me talk, let alone sing. Hell, I’d probably never had 11 people hear me sing, and now it was out there for the whole world to hear, and criticize, and judge at their pleasing. Did I have a terrible voice? No, it wasn’t horrendous. It wouldn’t send anyone running for the hills upon listening, but was it 11-million-views good? No. No way in hell. Yet somehow, it had gotten them. It had acquired 11 million views, through my boyfriend’s Instagram, which looked bad on several levels. To start, it made it seem like I’d been this attention hungry girlfriend the entire time, which wasn’t the case at all. The very reason that I never went out with the boys to big L.A. parties, or clubs- and it didn’t matter a lick now- because my vocal chords had been pasted onto the internet for everyone to make a mockery of.

I bit my lip, shaking my head as I stepped out the glass sliding door into the backyard that overlooked all of Los Angeles. Before I had even a moment to think or mull over the situation, my phone rang. Running my fingers through my hair in defeated aggravation, I pulled it out from the pocket of my pajama shorts, checking the caller ID. It was Logan Paul. In a state of confusion mixed with extreme exacerbation, I answered the call.

“Hey, Logan- what’s up? Why’re, umm, why’re you calli-”

“Y/N! YOOOOO! HEARD YOU SINGING ON J-MAN’S INSTA, WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?!” Logan screeched. I laughed slightly, never 100% over Logan’s constant enthusiasm and zest for every aspect of life. I shook my head.

“Umm, yeah, I actually just heard it myself.”

“Whoa whoa whoa- you’re tellin’ me you didn’t know?! Ohhhh sh-”

“No, Logan, don’t make it a big deal, ok? I just, I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do with all of this right now, and honestly I’m kinda freaking out here…” I muttered, sitting down on the warm morning grass. Logan was silent for a moment.

“I’ll be right there.” I furrowed my brows.

“Wait, what?”

“I’ll be over in 15 minutes, ok? Maybe 20. Yeah, 20. I’ll stop for a gains bowl. You want one? What am I thinking, of course you want one. Ok, I’ll be over in 20.” Just as I was about to speak, to protest, to inquire, he hung up the phone. Sighing, I held the phone in my hand, cautiously pulling up my Instagram page and scrolling through a few comments on his post. I had to admit, they were overwhelmingly positive.

@jonahspositivity: WHY IS SHE NOT SIGNED TO EVERY RECORD LABEL IN EXISTENCE YET

@seaveysworldd: When Y/N has more talent in her pinky finger than you do in your entire body :’(

@averyblossom: @jonahmarais take her on tour PLSSSSS <3

I smiled softly, setting my head gently to rest in my palm. Shaking my head, I pulled up Twitter, drafting a quick tweet.

@Y/U/N says:

Thank you so much, to everyone who’s been saying such nice things on the singing video. J I didn’t intend on that reaching a worldwide audience, but nevertheless you’ve all been so kind. Don’t worry, I’m not planning on selling out Madison Square Garden anytime soon ;)

Much love,

-Y/N

I sent the tweet, before shutting off my phone and setting it on the ground beside me.

When Logan finally arrived at the house, he wasted no time speeding past the now fully awake boys and into the backyard where I was still sitting idly.

“Your gains bowl, madame.” He joked, smiling as he sat down beside me, digging into his as I opened mine at a much more cautionary pace.

“Thanks.” I replied. He nodded, his mouth already full.

“Hauuy, looft-” I giggled softly, shaking my head.

“Swallow your food first, talk second.” He rolled his eyes, obliging as he swallowed his bite before replying.

“Hey, look- don’t freak out, ok?” I sighed, nodding as I stared at the ground.

“It’s easy for you to say, you love being the center of attention.” I teased jokingly. Ever since I’d started dating Jonah, Logan had always been like a big brother, for all the boys really. I guess he just took me on as a little sister after a while, and although there were times when I’d seriously question his judgement, he had a lot of knowledge on stuff like this- stuff regarding publicity, and social media, and having a spotlight on you, even if just for a moment.

“Hey, don’t pull that card, bro! I’m just a kid from Ohio who got lucky, ok? I remember my first big break on Vine, I had no idea what the hell I was doing! I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I ran with it, and it turns out I must’ve done something right, ‘cause I get to live this freakin’ dope life now.” I smiled, nodding.

“So, what’re you saying?” I inquired after a moment. Logan was silent for a moment, as though deciding how to say something. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again in further contemplation. Shaking his head one final time, he turned to me, and his gaze was far more serious than any facial expression I’d ever witnessed on him prior to this moment.

“I’m saying I think you should run with this, Y/N.”

Jonah

After a while of just standing uncomfortably inside the kitchen, waiting for Y/N to come back and yell at me for completely uprooting her life, I decided to be proactive and tell the other guys. I figured if I told them in advance not to make a big deal about the video, maybe she wouldn’t be as mad at me. Which truthfully wasn’t a very likely scenario, but I would take all the help I could get. I walked into Jack’s room first, where he was laying on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, bro.” I leaned against his open door frame as the curly haired boy glanced up from his screen.

“Oh, hey man.” Jack smiled, turning back to his phone as I walked into his room, taking a seat on his floor, clutching my knees up to my chest as I let out an aggravated sigh. Jack raised an eyebrow without looking up.

“Ok, I’ll bite- what’s up?” I laughed dryly, shaking my head.

“Did you see the video?” Jack glanced toward me this time, his perplexed expression suggesting that he hadn’t.

“It’s a video of Y/N singing…that I posted…accidentally.” Jack burst out laughing, which wasn’t exactly the reaction I was hoping for, but what was most expected from him. I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Dude, come on! Y/N’s really pissed at me, bro!” I retorted. Jack was still laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he shoot his head.

“Oh my god…..I can’t….believe…you accidentally posted…a video of…your girlfriend singing!” He wheezed through gasps of air. I groaned, laying my head in my hands as Jack slowly regained composure, wiping a few stray tears from his face as he continued to chuckle.

“Bro, I’m sorry, that just sounds like something that happens in a really bad Adam Sandler movie. I mean, we’re talking about Y/N here! She’d probably curl up in a ball and die if someone caught her singing! And you posted a video to the internet!? That’s kinda super evil.” Jack laughed, shaking his head.

“Dude. Not helping.” I muttered. Jack sighed, smiling softly as he shook his head, turning to face me from his place on the bed.

“Look, bro, what’s done is done. You can’t go back and undo it- and deleting it now would look way too sketchy. The only thing to do is apologize, and apologize, and probably apologize some more. Like, seriously. Seriously, seriously, seriously- apologize.” I nodded, propping my chin on my arm.

“I will, I mean, I did, but I will again. And again…just, do me a favor? Don’t make a big deal out of it, or, really mention it at all.” Jack smiled, nodding.

“No problem. You go apologize and kiss some butt, I’ll let the other guys know.” I smiled as he extended his hand to help me off the floor.

“Thanks, man.” Jack nodded, smiling. Just as I was about to head out of the room, his voice stopped me.

“Is she any good?” He asked, his eyes already re-glued to his phone. I smiled, staring at the ground as I thought back to her voice from last night. She was amazing.

“Yeah, she’s good.” I smiled. Jack nodded, silent a moment.

“Good enough to make something happen out of all this?” I gave him a confused look, and after a moment, her turned his phone to face me. It was a tweet from Logan, posted just a minute ago. It read:

@LoganPaul says:

@Y/U/N has some killer vocals! What do you about us hitting the studio together?! J #MakinMagicHappen #BeAMaverick

I didn’t know what to say. Clearing my throat and shaking my head, I ran a concerned hand through my hair as jack gave me a sympathetic look.

“Umm, hey- I’ll talk to you later, ok?” I stuttered, fumbling towards the door. Jack bit his lip, nodding, before turning back towards his phone. I headed down the hallway, a new sense of uneasiness surfacing as I picked up the pace. I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. Y/N wanted to graduate from Stanford, and move out of California. She’d never wanted this life- my life. She didn’t want the spotlight, or the media, or the fame and recognition. She wanted to live a normal life- a peaceful life. And she gave all of that guarantee up- to be with me. Because I’d fallen in love with her, and I’d promised her, and myself, that I’d never let this life get to her. I kept her out of the critic’s eye, I did my best to keep the hate to a minimum. She’d never asked for any of this, and yet- here we were. Because of one little mistake, and now people wanted things from her. And it wasn’t anyone’s fault but mine.

Darting from room to room, it wasn’t until I heard her voice that I realized she was still outside, though I’d heard Logan’s car pull away a few minutes ago.

“Jonah?” I caught her eyes, her arms folded as I stopped a moment, before rushing toward her, through the opened glass door and out into the yard. When I finally came to stand in front of her, I was breathing heavy. Maybe from the stress, or the weight of knowing that because of me, the possibility that Y/N’s life might never be the same was incredibly high. Her eyes scanned my face, concerned.

Y/N

Jonah rushed toward me, heaving as he came to a halt, clutching my arms in his hands as he shook his head, regaining his composure before speaking.

“Jonah, what’s going on?” He sighed, shaking his head before allowing his chesnut eyes to meet mine.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know you never wanted this, and I know I made a promise to you that I’d never let this Hollywood stuff get to you…and I know I promised I wouldn’t let you give up on your dreams of finishing Stanford just to play some Malibu Barbie, or-” His words came rushing out faster than I could comprehend as my face furrowed into an expression of perplexity.

“J, J slow down. I-I can’t understand you, I-” Jonah sighed, staring down at the ground for a moment as I continued to watch him, looking for the answers in his facial expression as to what he was getting at. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Jonah spoke.

“Do you…do you want to do this?” Suddenly, it was becoming clear that he was talking about music. About singing. Truthfully, he was right. I’d never wanted to lose focus from my studies, I’d always planned on graduating Stanford, and moving away from California- permanently. And then I met Jonah, and even though we told each other that nothing would change- everything did. Suddenly people knew who I was, and they’d occasionally stop me for pictures on the street. People cared about what I said- and I wasn’t even a member of the band. Suddenly every photo of us was plastered over Google images under the header of Jonah Marais Girlfriend- and despite every amazing length that he went to, just to keep my life relatively normal, the truth was it wasn’t. And then the singing video surfaced, and I’ll admit- I panicked. Sure, it didn’t seem like a big deal on the surface, and to most people it didn’t mean a thing, but the reality was that just in the time I’d walked outside, 4 different recording agencies had contacted me- each offer more exuberant than the next. And at first, that was the most terrifying and degrading thing I could possibly imagine happening to me. But then, the part that may have scarred me more than the offers themselves- was the fact that I’d started considering it. After Logan left, I’d been thinking a lot about what he’d said. About the fact that maybe I could make something of this- and that I should think about that. I’d always wanted to change the world, to make a positive impact in people’s lives- I’d never even considered the fact that music was a platform that I was also capable of utilizing. Sure, Jonah and the boys made it look easy, but the truth was they worked their asses off every single day. I’d always considered my only option for positive impact to be my mind, and that my only path to greatness would be through Stanford’s doors. My goals hadn’t changed, I was still going to graduate Stanford. I was still leaving California. I was still going to travel the world. But Stanford’s an expensive university, and traveling the world wasn’t exactly as easy as the Kardashians made it appear. Maybe I’d never considered that there was another way of reaching those goals, another way to help pay for Stanford, another way to travel the world. As Jonah stared in my direction, my brain running a million miles a minute as he awaited my answer, I thought about all the possibilities, and how maybe, giving something a fighting chance didn’t necessarily have to mean that I was giving up on myself- maybe it just meant that I was willing to grow, and try something new. Maybe I’d always been so terrified of failing, or being criticized, that I never allowed myself to try anything, or become anyone. Maybe, just maybe, I could take a leap- just this once.

“I-I wanna do this.” I replied, my heart racing, and my fingers numb from nerves. I had to at least try.

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