#Cause if I saw someone kiss their brother I'd give them the number of a good family therapist

[ray935sworld]

MAY I DRAW YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS SHOCKING REVEALING NEWS ABOUT ALEX MARQUEZ AND HIS BROTHER

He and Marc are close.

Source:

https://www.motogp.com/en/news/2023/02/12/10-things-you-probably-didnt-know-about-alex-marquez/415299

NO WAY.

You don't say.

Really? Like is it confirmed?

Actually if I reconsider -

They might be a little too close.

(first time I saw this I thought it was fake ngl)

Can someone tell me if this is just a Spanish thing or if someone should call their parents (and a family therapist)

[iguana-eyanna]

Make My Own Decisions

Pairing: Lewis Capaldi x Horan! Reader

Summary: Before you and Lewis make your relationship public, there's one person that you have to tell first: your brother, Niall Horan.

Warning: cursing, slight violence, mentions of alcohol

You were packing your things for a short trip back home to be with your family. Nonetheless, you were happy to finally catch up with your brother, Niall, who has been traveling for work. You both tried to catch up as much as you can, but you haven't disclosed about your relationship with his close friend, Lewis Capaldi.

When Niall introduced you to each other at an award show, Lewis forgot to breathe. He thought you were the most beautiful girl on earth. He wanted to date you right from the start, but Niall always told his friends that his baby sister was hands off.

Lewis decided right then and there that you were just a crush, but you were also having the same feelings for him. You wrote your phone number on a napkin and slipped it to him discreetly that night. From there, the rest was history.

"He's going to kill me." a voice said out loud. You turn to your left and see your boyfriend leaning by the door frame of your shared bedroom.

"He won't, I'll make sure of it." You said casually as you zipped your luggage.

He groaned as he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm not joking, he's not going to like it when we tell him we've been dating for about a year, living-"

"in sin?" You ask, sarcastically.

He lifts himself up, showing you a serious face.

"Together." he corrects you.

Lew really looked up to Niall, he had so much experience with the world and often gave Lewis advice on music.

You felt a bit of pity so you crawled onto his lap, holding onto his shoulders as his hands fly to your waist.

"Knowing my brother, he will react like the drama king he is. But he knows deep down that I'm old enough to make my own decisions, especially when it centers on who I date. When mum told him that I was going to my first school dance with a boy, he left in the middle of his tour just to scare the boy off."

"That's not helping." Lewis said.

"What I'm trying to get at is... I'm not dating any other boy. I'm dating you, Lew. Niall knows what a great guy you are and that shouldn't change because you're dating me. So I'd say we just rip off the bandaid when we go to my mum's home."

Lewis smiles at you, hugging you closer.

"Alright then, to taking off the bandaid." He says.

You smile as you brush your fingers through his hair, about to lean in for a kiss.

"Pack up handsome, we got a flight to catch." You said, patting his shoulder as you were about to get off.

Lewis scoffs, then gives his mischievous grin.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that." He replies, grabbing you back with your waist you laughed out loud as he peppers kisses on your face.

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You knock on the door, feeling excited for everyone's reaction. But Lewis looked pale, feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest.

"Are you sure now is a good time to tell them? I mean, we just got out of a plane and I reek like that baby that was sat next to us."

"Lew, we just talked about this. They'll be fine." you said as you can hear someone walking towards the door.

Once the door opens, you see your mum gleam.

"Oh! Dear, we were supposed to pick you up at the airport!" She said, hugging you.

"Wanted to beat you to it. If Niall was there, the whole airport will be bombarded with fans."

"I can't help that I'm ruggedly good-looking," Niall said as he greeted you at the door.

You roll your eyes.

"Still big headed as always." You said, giving him a hug.

"Gah, you're just jealous bug." He says, hugging you back.

"Bug?" Lewis asks out loud.

Niall looks up, surprised.

"Lewis? What are you doing here man?" He asks, letting you go.

"I.... I'm here cause-" Lewis trailed on his sentence as Niall was still lost of hwy his friend was present.

"-your sis saw me on the flight here and said I can stay at your place instead paying ridiculous amounts at a hotel."

Niall's face was still, but you were looking at your boyfriend in disbelief.

Your brother broke into a grin and hugged Lew.

"Of course, man! You're family, you're welcome anytime." He says.

Your mom tells him to help take the luggage inside and you and Lewis walk behind them. He can tell you're upset as you haven't spoken anything to him, not even batting an eyelash.

Later on, your family starts to eat around the dinner table, talking and laughing.

"I know I shouldn't pry, but have you've been seeing anyone lately?" Your mom asks you.

You smile bitterly as you take a sip of your wine.

"Yeah, I have. He's scared of going public cause he's scared of Niall." You said not so subtly.

Lewis almost chokes but tries to cough it off. Your family didn't notice it, but you knew you were trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Damn right he should, anyone dating my baby sis has to go through me." Niall said, stabbing his steak.

"No cursing at the table, Niall" Your mom warned.

"How about you Lewis, anyone to come home to?" Your mom asks.

"Yeah Lewis, anyone in particular?" You ask.

He knew he dig his grave deep, but his inner thoughts were rapidly flying in his mind.

"I do... she's um, not like any girl I've been with. She's not afraid of anything, always stands up to her morals. Between you and me, she's funnier than me."

The whole table laughs as you smile softly, still trying not to cave in.

"What we have is amazing, I'm just... scared that I'm going to mess up in front of her family when I formally introduce myself to them. They mean everything to her and if they don't like me... I feel that she'd walk away forever."

"Oh Lewis, if she loves you, she'll understand what you're going through. Love takes time, but you also need to find the confidence to let them know you'll be serious with her." your mom said.

Lewis shyly smiles from your mom's words and looked at you to see your reaction.

You give him a gaze, knowing that he's really trying to make it work.

After dinner, you volunteered to do the dishes and saw that Lewis was coming towards you. He grabs a towel and starts drying the dishes from the dish drainer.

"I'm sorry about tonight. I know you said to rip off the band-aid, but I want them to know me a bit better before they judge me cause I'm dating you."

You sigh, folding your lips in.

"I get it, I do... But they need to know sooner or later. I don't want them finding out if they walk on us kissing or read a tabloid. They deserve to know what a great guy I'm dating."

"I'm great?" He asks. You groan and elbow him on his side as you two finish cleaning. You turn to him with a serious look, pointing your finger at him.

"I don't care if Niall is your best friend or boy crush: you need to tell him the truth. Understood?"

"Understood." He says, crossing his heart. He envelops his arms around you and holds you tightly as he places his head in the crook of your neck as you two sway back and forth.

The next day, Niall invited Lewis to play a friendly soccer competition with some of your relatives. You were catching up with some cousins off the field and you smile at Lewis trying to keep up with Niall.

During a break, Niall and Lew practice kicking the ball at each other.

Lew turns around and sees how you're looking at him adoringly.

"You know, you still haven't mentioned why you're here visiting." Niall says, kicking the ball lightly.

Lewis turns to Niall like a deer in headlights and gulps.

"I'm trying to visit my girlfriend's family. They live near here."

"Oh yeah? Maybe I know her and her family."

"I wouldn't doubt that." Lew replied.

Niall looks over his shoulder and sees you looking a bit uneasy.

"I don't like this boyfriend situation my sis has gotten herself into." Niall says.

Lew could feel his face burning up.

"She's a grown woman, she knows how to handle herself." He said, kicking the ball a bit harshly.

"Yeah, but why is she keeping it a secret? Like last night was the first time I ever heard about this guy and he doesn't have the guts to give me a call."

"Well, maybe he's just waiting for the right time cause he knows how you're important to her so he doesn't want to make a mess of things."

"Why do you even care about this? How can this jackass show that he's worthy enough to date my sister?"

Niall kicked the ball too hard and hit Lewis in the crotch. Lewis immediately falls on the ground, hugging himself.

"I am worthy of her you jerk." He groaned.

"Lew!" You shouted across the field as you ran towards them. You kneel down to check Lewis, then turned to your brother as your eyes were daggers.

"What did you to my fucking boyfriend, Niall?" You asked hostily.

"Boyfriend?" He questions, looking back at you and Lewis.

Lewis tries scrambling up as Niall's eyes began to grow red.

"Niall bud, let's just talk this out." Lew said as he got up to his feet.

"You're the one who's dating my sister?" He yells, about to grab Lewis.

Lewis tries to deflect, but accidentally hits your brother in the nose as it starts to bleed.

"Oh no." Lewis whispers as he makes a run for it while Niall screams in anger, saying that he's going to kill him. You were standing there, feeling your blood boil as your boyfriend and brother are embarrassing you.

Once they near you, you were quick enough to grab them by the ears while they groan in pain.

"You two stop playing around like kids!" You yelled as you took them to the bench.

They both sat on the end, not daring to look at each other.

You go to the cooler and took out two cans of beer, giving one to Niall for his nose and the other to Lewis for his lap.

"Are you alright?" You ask softly to Lewis, holding the side of his face.

"You're seriously asking him that over your own brother?"

"You tried to kill him!" You reply.

"Of course I had to, he lied to me! How long have you guys even been dating for?"

Lewis replies back but he grumbles under his breath, not wanting to be heard.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you spoke up for the both of you.

"We've been dating for a year now."

Niall thinks, doing the math in his head and looks at Lew.

"I told you not to even think of asking her out and you went behind my back?" Niall asks, hearing a bit of hurt in voice.

"Niall, I had enough." You raised your voice, not caring if half of your family was nearby.

"Let's make one thing clear: You have never been in charge of my dating life. I get to choose who I want to be with and I chose Lewis. I was the one that initiated it, he tried not to. But after talking, we knew we'd be perfect for each other. Other than not wanting the public to know our business, we both decided to keep things private until it became more serious. Lewis wanted to tell you as soon as possible, but he was scared you'll get yourself riled up and murder him on the spot."

Lewis gets up and holds your hand tightly, looking at Niall.

"Look man, I love your sister. I would never do anything to hurt her. She brings out the best in me and all I want to do is give her the fucking world. I'm sorry it took this long."

Niall could only look at you with no emotion.

"Are you happy?" He asks you.

You nod your head as you come closer to Lew, snuggling in his side.

"More than you know."

Niall gets up and looks at his best friend.

"You meant every word you said?" He asks Lewis.

"Yes. There's nothing in the world that would stop me from loving her, even you."

Niall sighs and looks down at the ground.

"I'm happy that you two are together. I'm sorry I've been acting like an idiot."

"Yeah, you were an idiot." You said, punching his arm softly.

Lew smiles and hugs your side. "Get in here, brother-in-law"

Niall face fell dead serious.

"Oh my gosh, just hug him" You ordered your brother.

He playfully rolls his eyes and joined in. After all of the awful antics, you and Lewis got to tell the world that you were together. Niall was happy for you two, as he now got to call Lewis his brother.

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"Is this a bad time to ask for your blessing to propose?" Lew asks.

Niall looks at Lew. "Don't make me kick another ball to your-"

"Hey, he's trying to propose here." You said.

"You know, you two belong to each other. I have no say." Niall says, walking away.

"Wait, brotha!" Lew shouts, chasing after Niall.

"I'm around idiots." You said to yourself as you walked behind them as they were fighting again.

[s-brant]

Cherry Bowl (3/8)

(gif: @kiekiecarrera) (PART TWO) (PART FOUR) (SERIES MASTERLIST)

Summary: When Kie cancels their plans together, Y/N asks JJ on a date to the Cherry Bowl Drive-In. Unsure of how to navigate his first ever date, JJ seeks out advice. Unfortunately, the night doesn’t go as planned, and both parties are left shaken by miscommunication.

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: Smut, public sex/exhibitionism, sexual choking, angst, depictions of mental illness, post-traumatic stress disorder, and implied/referenced abuse.

A/N: Welcome back to Tokens! Slight trouble in paradise is brewing for these two lovers, so buckle up and read because it’s gonna be a rollercoster for a little while after what happens in this chapter. I hope you all like it, and if you did, feedback is very appreciated. Have fun!

"I'm just saying that oatmeal raisin is superior to chocolate chip, why is that such an egregious crime, Kie?"

The lunch room is filled to the brim with students going to town on questionably cooked frozen foods, soggy tater tots, and sugary drinks from the vending machines despite the Obama-era posters on the walls advocating for healthier school lunches that never seemed to make their way to Kildare County High. The extent of their healthy lunches extended to a serving of overcooked canned green beans served with the worst slice of doughy pizza known to human kind, so it was sort of contradictory.

Y/N sits across the table from Pope and JJ, the latter of which being the one who launched into a full-fledged debate with Kiara about which type of cookie was better.

The clear cling wrap sits, unfolded, on the table with one of her stickers neatly placed on the back of it. As consolation for his epic loss yesterday at the beach, she paid an extra .75 cents to get him it when she arrived first to their shared lunch period—one of only two class periods they have together, the other being gym. He was still in line when she peeled a surfboard sticker off of her sheet and placed it at the center of the wrapped up cookie as if to remind him of her triumph over him in the waves.

"Thanks, hot stuff," he said, voice somewhat quieter despite the fact that hardly anyone was in the cafeteria with them. Then his smile dropped into an deadpan expression as soon as he saw her choice of sticker and looked back up at her. "You're never gonna let me live that one down, are you?"

"Never in a million years. I'll be gloating about it until I'm elderly."

"That's my girl."

The sound of the constant chatter surrounding them from at least two hundred other people drowns out the memories of yesterday that threaten to haunt her when she watches him debate with Kie. The mere recollection of their night in the back of the van has her reaching to pull the collar of her cropped tee up to assure that the hickeys remain hidden on instinct, and he catches the action out of the corner of his eye. It has him fighting a smile.

Kie quips, "Maybe on another planet, but, here, I think we can all agree chocolate chip is better, right Y/N?"

Y/N's eyes widen around a forkful of mushy "green beans" at the sound of her name being said bringing her from the depths of her memories.

Usually, she's quick to jump in and give her two cents on whatever stupid back and forth they're all having, but her mind was elsewhere. Unbeknownst to Kie and Pope, she was mentally reliving every second of getting fucked in the van last night, so her attention to detail when it comes to the Chocolate Chip vs Oatmeal Raisin case isn't all too sharp.

"Uhhh," she stops for a second, looking at the half eaten chocolate chip cookie in Kie's hand, "If I say chocolate chip is better, can I get a piece of it?"

Kie's face lights up at her words, and she's already pulling off a generous chunk of the baked good to hand off to her. The sound of a certain someone whose lap Y/N's legs are outstretched onto from beneath the table scoffing distracts her from the first bite.

"I know you prefer oatmeal raisin, you traitor," JJ says.

Their brunette friend's brows scrunch.

"Why is she a traitor?"

They try to keep from making any faces or giving anything away, but Y/N has to stifle the sound of her choking on her mouthful of cookie at the question. You'd think one of them came out and asked if they were dating or something with how she reacts, and she feels JJ squeeze her ankle in a non-verbal way of telling her to hold it together. It was her idea in the first place, yet he's a lot smoother with keeping it under the radar.

Under it all, the aspect of keeping it a secret does unnerve him to a degree. He doesn't think he'd be brave enough to communicate it, especially not when their relationship remains undefined, but the darker side of his mind wonders...

He shrugs, saying, "Cause we were friends first. Duh. Other than John B, I've known her the longest."

None of them stop to acknowledge the identical aches in their hearts at the mentioning of his name. They skip right over it like it never happened. After the funeral a few days ago, they've filled their quota on mushy-gushy sad talk for the next week and a half.

The real reason is something far more complicated than him having a claim staked on her loyalty through having the longest friendship. It's something tied up in days of slowly getting pulled into one another's worlds like the tug of gravity itself, in how he has to refrain from slipping his arm around her waist in the hallway or kissing her goodbye after a sleepover at the Chateau. But until she gives him the go-ahead, he won't let it slip to anyone.

Pope speaks up from beside him, "You literally met her twenty minutes before we did."

"Still counts. Technically, I did meet her first, so her betraying Team Oatmeal Raisin is enough to be tried for treason in Pogue Court."

"Pogue Court isn't a thing."

He crosses his arms after he pops the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

"It is now. You can be tried for treason for breaking the rules. Rule number one is that all Pogues have to admit oatmeal raisin is superior."

He's about to ball up the cling wrap to throw away later when the surfboard sticker catches his attention again. It's the same color as his board, which he'd like to think is a result of her being an evil mastermind that went out to get this sticker sheet for the sole purpose of teasing him, but he's the one who got her the sheet as a gift for her birthday, so he knows it was pure coincidence.

Last second, he peels the sticker away from the cling wrap and looks down to place it over the top of her yellow converse that were once a vibrant, paler color when Big John got them for her, but have since turned into an ugly mustard/dirt-dusted color they heckle her over.

"What are the other rules?" Y/N asks.

One of the hands holding onto where her feet are casually planted in his lap, something that they've done long enough that their friends won't see it as anything odd, slides down to caress the stretch of skin beneath the frayed hem of her dark jeans. Something she didn't know about him before whatever it is they have together started was that he constantly needs to be touching her. She can't say she doesn't love it though.

Pope answers, "The oatmeal raisin rule is not official"—a pointed glance at JJ—"But I'd assume the rest of the rules of Pogue Court would be no lying and no macking."

"So, basically you two break almost every rule except the oatmeal raisin one, and I lie," JJ says and turns to look at her, "How does it feel to be better than everyone, Y/N?"

"Pretty good, not gonna lie."

He keeps caressing little circles and tracing up and down her skin beneath the flared out pant leg of her jeans while he swipes his phone off of the table top without attracting the attention of their friends, who continue on to a new topic. She isn't too focused on what it is. She only picks up that it has something to do with a class they're in that's more advanced that hers, so she promptly checks out of the conversation.

Ever since John B died, she hasn't been performing too well in school. She tries, truly tries, but her mind outright refuses to absorb any of the information. When she reads her assigned reading, she hovers over the same paragraphs over and over until she shuts the book in a huff and hides it in her backpack again. Losing someone you love has a surprising amount of side effects.

Her phone buzzing in her hand brings her away from the impending cloud of doom that often accompanies any thoughts of John B, and when she taps in her passcode, her brother's birthday, a message bubble appears with a banner displaying JJ's contact name.

JJ (Derogatory) ur a good liar. prob could've fooled me if i weren't the one macking on u

Their eyes meet for a second across the table, then he watches her thumbs move to type a response.

Kief Princess Little do they know I break every rule now that I've switched sides on the cookie debate. Kinda impressive ngl.

JJ (Derogatory) triple threat, baby

JJ (Derogatory) thanks for the cookie btw

She smiles to herself, so wrapped up in their own world that she doesn't notice everyone in the room starting to pack up their stuff in anticipation of the bell that is due to ring any second now.

Kief Princess Had to repay you for last night somehow ;)

When she glances up to see his reaction, she watches his chest rise with a particularly large inhale, and he chews on the inside of his lip in thought.

JJ (Derogatory) strategically bringing up last night so i'm turned on in physics? ur an evil mastermind

Kief Princess I try.

Kief Princess Apparently whooping your sorry ass at surfing isn't the only thing I'm good at.

She hears him scoff.

JJ (Derogatory) first of all, ouch. second, u barely beat me

Kief Princess I'm happy to challenge you to a rematch. I have plans with Kie tonight, so I can't till this weekend. All it'll prove is that I am the rightful winner, but we knew that already.

JJ (Derogatory) what r the stakes this time

Kief Princess No sexual favors. If you beat me (fat chance) I'll formally rejoin team oatmeal raisin.

JJ (Derogatory) :( sex makes it more fun but i still accept those conditions

JJ (Derogatory) team oatmeal raisin needs u, even if ur a traitor

Kief Princess Why bet sexual favors if you're just gonna fuck me after anyway?

JJ (Derogatory) good point

The sound of the bell ringing echoes through the cafeteria, and they both pop their heads up from their phone screens to see everyone, including Pope and Kie, already packed up and raising from their seats to scurry off in the direction of their next classes. Meanwhile, their stuff is all bestrewn across the table, particularly JJ's belongings.

The sight of Kie walking away makes Y/N ask after her, "We're still on for tonight, right?

She stops with Pope's hand interwoven in hers. The look on her face when she turns would make you think she got caught doing something she wasn't meant to. Something like forgetting about the plans they made last week to watch Fear Street together. The Cherry Bowl Drive-In is premiering the first two movies as a double feature for the horror movie buffs of Kildare, so they decided to get tickets. Kiara shares a fondness of horror movies with her. Since gory movies make the boys squirm, though JJ pretends they don't, it's their own thing.

"Actually, Pope and I were gonna go to the beach. I'm sorry."

JJ knows she's more upset about it than she lets on, but Y/N simply gives the pair a smile that doesn't reach the eyes.

The sound of JJ behind her makes them laugh on their way out, diffusing the minor tension lingering in the air from the awkward encounter, "Use protection!"

After their friends offer them a goodbye, they gather their stuff quite leisurely, not really caring about being late.

It's something they've talked about before here or there: her feelings surrounding Kiara and Pope's sudden relationship. It's not as if she harbors any ill feelings for them, she doesn't, but the ripple effects of their pairing on the group, and more importantly the girls' own friendship, couldn't be clearer from her perspective. Between the missed hangouts, forgotten plans, and the convenient way she never seems to have time to hang out with her and JJ unless Pope is there too, it's been building up for a month now.

What makes it sting the most is how close her and Kie used to be. They didn't hit it off immediately the way she and JJ did as children until her thirteenth birthday when no one she invited showed up to the party Big John helped her set up in the yard of the Chateau.

She was the one who rallied the boys together to walk to ask their school friends from the year above to come hang out for an hour or two, promising a slice of the wonky-looking but delicious strawberry cake her and John B spent the morning crafting together. She can remember the sound of their high-pitched laughs and the cloud of flour that hung in the kitchen when they high-fived over the finished product like it was yesterday. In her heart, it was yesterday.

That night was when she fell in love with her friends, and that was when she first knew Kiara was her best friend. They wove friendship bracelets on each other that night and wore them for years until they withered away. No one had ever done something like that for her before. Not even JJ.

"You okay?"

Feeling his hand on her arm, slipping down to take her hand for a moment in the seclusion of the empty cafeteria, makes her glance up at him with a distinct sorrow washed over her features.

You know what? Screw this. Why should she be torn up over Kie and let it ruin her excitement for the double feature tonight? There's no way in hell she's letting her best friend ditching her for her boyfriend get in the way of her plans.

"Do you wanna go on a date tonight?" she asks him abruptly, then adds, "To the Cherry Bowl with me instead of Kie?"

The question sparks a pause in his mind, a halt of hesitation in which he worries about her avoiding having to answer what he asked, but he attempts to play it cool and not fuss over her outwardly. There have been times where being treated like that has made her feel suffocated, so he doesn't want to risk it. When she's ready, she'll talk about it, and if she takes too long and buries her feelings, then he'll intervene. For now, he tries to keep his face neutral despite the frown tempting his lips at her disappointment.

JJ looks around once more before throwing his arm around her shoulder to walk her out.

"You bet your ass I do."

What is a person supposed to act like on their first date that's not actually a date cause everything between them is the same, but kinda is a date because they called it one? If you ever find out, please find JJ and tell him because he has no clue.

Pope wasn't too much help in the Instagram group chat he made for it seeing as his and Kie's relationship is too fresh, John B isn't even alive, so he's out of service for advice unless there's Ouija Board he can borrow, and, thankfully, Kiara was his savior.

Their phones began blowing up as soon as he reached his class after lunch period ended. He couldn't under any circumstances let it be known that this mystery girl he had a date with was their friend, but thankfully Y/N already had the alibi of going to the Drive-In alone. All he had to do was make up a fake date scenario and get basic advice.

danknugstickiestickies added kiara-c and popeheyward to the groupchat

danknugstickiestickies named the group HELP ME

danknugstickiestickies i have a date with this chick i met on the beach when i was out with y/n last week. i need ur advice

His phone screen lit up with the notification that both of his friends were typing, signified with the three dot symbol bouncing in the bottom left corner as he thought it through. They couldn't possibly figure it out, right? They'd been careful, he'd been respectful of her wishes, and they'd been too busy together to notice anything new with them. He figured it would work. It was a risk, sure, but it was worth it to him. He didn't want to fuck this up with her.

Knowing her, she probably wouldn’t even treat it differently than any of their other hang outs. It's not like they haven't been romantic or sexual with each other. They've done everything but go out on an actual date, so why was he nervous?

kiara-c ummmm

popeheyward Yeah, I'm gonna need you to ELABORATE!!

kiara-c did hell freeze over? since when does jj maybank go out on dates??

danknugstickiestickies renamed the group hell froze over

kiara-c very funny, I'm laughing so hard 😐

popeheyward Do we know her?

danknugstickiestickies don't think u do. she moved here last week and hasn't enrolled in school yet. her name's steph

popeheyward What about Y/N though?

kiara-c ^^

JJ's chest muscles tightened with the question prompting a rush of anxiety that made his breathing feel slightly harder. He glanced up at his Physics teacher, who was essentially dozing off behind his desk with his hand in a bag of chips and an educational video on the projector as an excuse to not teach, and looked back down at his phone without the added stress of possibly getting his phone confiscated.

Pope's message might as well have been a sucker punch. Forget butterflies, he set a wasp’s nest loose inside of his stomach to tie it into knots and flip it every which way. His neglected textbook served as a prop for his phone to lean on as he set it down to think.

Did they know? As far as he was aware, they were getting away with it. No evidence, concrete or circumstantial, was there to prove it. At least the stress of the situation killed any chance of him being turned on by her reminder of last night in their messages. This shit was boner repellant of the highest degree.

He played stupid. Better to let them volunteer whatever information they had before he went in saying anything incriminating that they didn't already know. If anything would sour the experience of their first date, it would be him accidentally making their strange in-between relationship public behind her back.

danknugstickiestickies ?? what do u mean

Three dots bounced in the bottom left corner of his slightly cracked phone screen.

popeheyward ...

kiara-c I mean, you don't see it?

danknugstickiestickies see what

popeheyward I guess we were wrong, but all of us always thought you two had some feelings going on.

"You don't say?" JJ murmured sarcastically to himself under his breath. "Never crossed my mind, Pope."

danknugstickiestickies bro that's jb's little sister

kiara-c so?

danknugstickiestickies forbidden fruit? making john b roll over in his grave? do those ring a bell or am i speaking in tongues

He was already a proficient liar in real life, but, fuck, it was easy in text messages. There's no chance at deciphering facial expression or tone, just a plain message with no room to budge. Thank God he didn't do this in person with them. He could've survived, but it wouldn't have been as quick and painless as the group chat was.

kiara-c jeez, sorry

Pope didn't voice it, but he noticed something.

He looked up from his phone and stared off at the wall in thought in his AP European History class. It piqued his interest that JJ simply said she was off limits, forbidden fruit as he put it, but did not outright deny having feelings for her. In fact, he didn't even address the question. He made excuses for why he shouldn't have feelings for her, but he never said he didn't have feelings for her.

Kie did not notice. Not because she wasn't smart enough to either, but because she was too busy hiding her phone behind her backpack to think too deeply about it. Her teacher was one of those teachers that would flip shit if they saw a cell phone turned off and faced down on the desk, let alone being used by a student during a lesson.

In his classroom across the hallway, JJ bounced his leg up and down beneath his desk in an absentminded urge to release the built up energy the anxiety produced in an over abundance.

popeheyward Our bad then. Even John B thought y'all were sus lmao.

Since when was that a known fact? Could he tell? Did he talk to Pope about him and Y/N before he died? Either way, it wasn't the time to pry about it.

kiara-c yeah you guys honestly could've fooled me if you wanted to

danknugstickiestickies well thank u, glad ur invested in our friendship but

danknugstickiestickies please help, i have no fucking clue how to act on a date and this girl is too cool for me to screw this up

That was when they finally dropped the interrogation session and started offering up tips. The best ones came from Kie, which made sense to him since women are more likely to know what other women like than two dudes who share one collective brain cell and never had real relationships.

Rule One: Be ready to pick her up five minutes early.

He wasn't ready to pick her up five minutes early. His bike broke down by the time he made it halfway down his street, so he had to push it back up the road and into the yard before setting off on foot to reach the Chateau quickly enough. And by quickly enough, it means he got there five minutes late, not early.

Rule Two: Compliment her after you get in the car.

She tossed him the keys to the Twinkie from across the hood, not giving him the chance to open the door for her, and it wasn't until they were setting off down the road that he remembered the next piece of advice he was given.

Side-eyeing her in his peripheral vision, he tried to find something to compliment her on specifically rather than the general compliments about her being pretty that she never fully believes when he says them. He was intending to say something about the skirt she had on, but when he chanced a glance over at her, she caught him and asked—

"What is it?"

Sent into panic mode, JJ blurted out instead, "I like your shoes."

He could've bashed his face against the steering wheel twenty times right then and there at the utter absence of reaction on her part for the next few uncomfortable seconds. It wasn't that it was a bad compliment. She appreciates any compliments at all...but her shoes were hidden from his view. Not to mention, they were the dirty, mustard yellow converse that the Pogues bash on a daily basis.

She laughed, lifting her leg to expose the sneaker on her right foot, and asked, "These? Dude, you roast me for these all the time. You and John B said they look like Big Bird shit on them."

The skin on the apples of his cheeks scorched hot with embarrassment, and he was never so glad that the overhead lights in the van were burnt out until that moment. He would've died on the spot if she saw him blush like that, face flushed pinker than sunburn. All he could do to save himself was murmur something about the color growing on him and keep driving in the direction of the theater with his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel he fantasized about banging his face into.

Rule Three: Insist on picking up the check.

In this case, it meant insist on buying the popcorn and drinks, and he miraculously managed to drop his wallet somewhere along the way when he ran over to the Chateau, so when he stepped up to the makeshift concession stand with her standing at his side, he felt around for his wallet in his jeans to no avail.

His thoughts echoed back to him, You gotta be fucking kidding me. Seriously? Is this actually happening right now?

"JJ, it's honestly fine," she said softly as he leaned over to search back of the Twinkie for the wallet. "We can look for it on your street right now if you want. It has your ID and stuff, you don't want a stranger to have that. We don't need to stay—"

It took all of his control to not shout it in reaction when he said, "No way. You've been waiting for this, and Kie ditched you, so I ain't ditching you too. We're staying."

His wallet could go kick rocks.

He came too far to be dragged down by the old leathery piece of shit anyway. Would he go out and search for it tirelessly the second the date ended? Hell yeah, that fucker had twenty dollars and his debit card in it, but he couldn't bear the thought of abandoning her or ruining her anticipated movie night by taking her out to search the streets with their phone flashlights for a wallet they might not find. He'd wait till the movies ended, take her home, then haul ass around the Cut searching for it after.

Thankfully, he found a couple bucks crumbled up in his front pocket while she scavenged for coins in the glove compartment, and they came up with enough to buy a water bottle and small popcorn to share together.

Rule Four: Don't have sex on the first date.

And it may sound easy enough to not act like a complete Neanderthal for the length of two movies, but the girl makes it pretty damn difficult if he's to say so himself.

That's what led him here, laying in the back of the sideways-parked Twinkie in the farthest corner of the outdoor theater with her practically on top of him. In any other instance, he wouldn't be opposed in the slightest, but with the cursed fourth rule in mind, he isn't too thrilled with the feeling of her hand rubbing up and down his thigh.

It isn't even meant to be sexual. They're constantly touching one another this way. She'll even slip her hands up under his shirt just to feel the warmth of his skin or when he asks her if she can get an itch on a part of his back he can't reach, but for some reason his brain is short circuiting right now.

The thing is, when Kie and Pope said he shouldn't do it on the first date, they meant it for his and Steph's made up circumstances, not his and Y/N's full-blown relationship without labels. When you've had sex with someone as many times as they have with each other, the hesitancy on the "first date" is nonexistent. It doesn't matter. But JJ, trying to follow the advice given to him to the letter for the sake of being the date she deserves, doesn't think about it that way.

It shouldn't be this nerve-wracking. They've been best friends since they were children, they've been flirting since they found out what basic attraction was in the first place, and they've been forming this relationship ever since John B died. Why can't he relax? Why is this so different compared to how easy it felt between them yesterday on the beach or today at lunch?

Rule Five: Be yourself.

It takes him another few moments of laying here with her before he realizes quite abruptly what went wrong in a quick flash of a thought that brings the fifth rule back to him. The problem wasn't the bike, or the weird compliment about her Big Bird sneakers, or the lost wallet.

The problem is him. The problem is that he's trying way too hard to make this something it isn't. The part about them that he adores so dearly is how they never have to try when they're together. With any other girl or guy, they'd have to fake something or act a certain way, yet when they're together, they can simply exist and everything is runs smoothly. That's not to say they don't disagree or bump heads, they do, but short of those outlier moments, it's easier than anything else they do in life.

His eyes flicker away from the screen for the first time since the movie began, which, by the way, is gruesome enough at times that he had to divert his eyes to prevent himself from seeing it happen. They land on where she lays, completely content with the night in spite of its mishaps, with her head propped up on the pillows they brought from the Chateau.

He wonders if she can tell he's acting differently. Surely she must notice. She's the type of person that typically never misses a thing, perfect for the gold hunt they went on in the summer with picking up the clues and helping her brother unravel the mystery, so maybe she noticed how flustered this date has him. Does it bother her? Does he bother her?

With a confirming glance back up at the movie to see nothing important happening, he can't fight the urge to speak anymore.

"Can I tell you something?"

His voice appearing through the darkness of the shut off van after spending the past half hour in complete silence makes her jolt at first before realizing who it was. Though she loves horror movies, she can't claim to not be affected by them. The night she falls asleep after watching one, she often finds herself compelled to turn a light on and keep her feet from dangling off the edge of the bed. It's worth the fear, though.

When she turns to look at JJ, there's a warm smile on her face. She's cuddled into his side with a hand placed casually atop his thigh, caressing with no purpose or intent, and her movement halts when the light from the movie on the projector allows her to see the expression on his face.

Anxiety has become an increasingly significant presence in his life with the recent events in mind; John B and Sarah, the four-hundred million dollars they lost out on, and dodging his father whenever he sneaks home to switch out the backpack of clothes and personal belongings he keeps at the Routledge house.

It manifests itself in jittery nerves, stomach pains, shortness of breath, and, at worst, panic attacks striking either at random or in response to a specific trigger. It's one of the few things he still tries to hide from her, and she tries not to push him too hard with opening up about it.

She abandons the movie for the time being and rolls onto her side to face him, upper body propped up on her elbow as she examines his face with downturned features.

"Of course," she says.

The words left unsaid are, "You can tell me anything. Whenever you need someone to listen, or to talk to about shit, you can tell me." He's heard her say it enough that he doesn't need to hear it now to know it's true.

There's a pause, then—

"I feel like I fucked this entire date up," he starts to ramble and cuts her off before she can think about saying what she wants to, "and I know it's okay to you. You have way too high of a tolerance for my bullshit, and I've been trying so hard to make this perfect, but all that did was screw it up."

She's left quiet for a second, taking it all in.

Maybe if he hadn't been so anxious about it, he would've realized what was wrong with his bike when he rode it home from school, or he would've noticed his wallet fall out of his pocket. The point is, he wishes he hadn't let the label attached to this freak him out so much. He isn't sure why it does, but it does.

But she doesn't do what he expects. She isn't drowning him in reassurances and, "It's okay's" because she knows he doesn't care for them much. When he, the most stubborn person she knows, apologizes for something he did, he doesn't want it to turn into the person accepting the apology coddling him.

Y/N sighs.

"Is that why you've been acting so different all night? I scared you with the whole ‘date’ thing, didn't I? It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be."

What she doesn't know is that he wants it to be a date. He wants it to be a date so badly, he risked Pope and Kie finding them out for the sake of getting some proper advice on it, and now he's caught up in the same game of tug and war in his mind that always occurs when he wants to tell her the truth about his feelings for her.

Part of him doesn't understand why he doesn't outright say it. With every other girl he once showed interest in, he had no issues in letting them know he wanted them, but this is different. This isn't simply wanting someone, he thinks he's fallen for her. But whenever he says he's gonna grow a pair and tell her after all this time, he chokes. Involuntarily, he's reminded of his parents. Other than his friends saying it platonically, the only people to tell him they loved him were them, and with how they treated him, he sure as hell doesn't think that is love.

From his dad's brutal physical abuse to his mom's abandonment, he's too timid to tell her he loves her because of what could happen if she loves him back. Everyone else that has said that to him has either hurt him, died like John B did, or abandoned him.

He won't let that happen with him and Y/N. What they have, albeit undefined and codependent, is safe. It's the only thing he has left. Maybe it isn't right, and maybe he should open up about it to communicate the correct way, but somewhere in the misshapen logic of his mind, he correlates love to abandonment. And he doesn't want that to happen with her.

There are two sides of him at battle inside his mind. One side, the side that wants to do right by their relationship and actually communicate his feelings for once in his life, wants him to tell her everything. The other side, the side that responds based on the history of his past, wants him to hide it all.

"Will you be mad at me if we don't call it a date?" he asks.

She shakes her head.

The heavy sensation inside of JJ's chest nears a point of vitriolic violence against him as he starts to realize what he's doing to her, clearly letting her down, but he can't stop himself. Like a passive witness watching himself from outside of his body, the instantaneous trauma response to the sudden confrontation of his true feelings for her guides his actions without his permission. It shuts down any protest he has.

The sound of the movie fills the gap of silence between them the entire time. It’s a variety of bloodcurdling screams and disgusting sounds that would've made him gag if he weren't as distracted.

They can make out each other's faces through the darkness, but barely. It takes a flash of bright color from the film or a nearby car's lights turning on for them to fully see one another. Without the other knowing, they both put masks of calm and collected coolness on their faces despite the feelings raging beneath the surface—more so on his part than hers.

"Maybe," he says, pausing, "we should just keep things the way they've been."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, a soul-crushing amount of disappointment weighs her down. She said it was fine if he doesn't want it to be a date—and it is, she would never hold it against him—but that doesn't mean it can't hurt her. Things have been going so well, she almost thought...If tonight went well, she was thinking about no longer keeping it a secret, but if he said he wants things to stay the same, then maybe he isn't as ready for it as she is?

Meanwhile, JJ is on another page entirely.

She's embarrassed of being with you, a familiar voice in the back of his head croons. She's gonna leave just like everyone else does. If she doesn't even wanna tell your friends, why should you pretend you're dating?

The internal comments are the type that cause him to physically grimace when he's alone. Intrusive thoughts are just that: intrusive.

Sneaking into the guarded sanctuary of a person's mind, they set out to convince them the opposite of their reality. The only thing is, where most people's minds are guarded sanctuaries with walls of impregnable defense, his mind is the equivalent of a fortress blown to smithereens. The castle walls lay in rubble, the guards no where to be seen, and the path for these thoughts to slip past and straight to the vulnerability of his mind is left wide open.

In the privacy of his room, these thoughts attack him the most at night when he tries to fall asleep—when things get too quiet. With nobody around, when they get this bad there's nothing he can do except break down. It builds from the mere anxiety of attempting to force the thoughts away to full-blown panic attack mode. The more he resists them, the more aggressive they become. He'll gasp for air with tears streaming down his face, hitting his head with the heel of his hand as if that'd do something to stop his relentless mind.

But he can't afford to react in front of her, so the extent of his reaction is a subtle twitch of his face that she cannot see in the momentary darkness before the movie switches to another scene a second later. In a way, it does make the thoughts go away to have her here preventing him from spiraling alone. Having to focus on her keeps his mind away for moments at a time until the thoughts ease their grip on him.

When she hasn't answered for a while, he asks, terrified that he did something bad, "Are we good?"

The question seems to wake her up, snapping her out of the lonely direction her thoughts went into when he "rejected" her. It takes every bit of common sense she has left to force herself to understand that this doesn't mean he doesn't want her. He does, and not calling this a date doesn't mean they won't be together in the way they have been since John B's death, but she isn't perfect. She gets as unsure and insecure as he does.

As if the cloud of doom was lifted off of her, she makes her face lighten where she lays on her side next to him. Seeing this expression makes his chest feel less heavy, and he could let out a sigh of relief at the realization that he didn't break her heart and stomp on it. He should've known. Y/N is the sweetest person he knows, so she never would've flipped shit over him not wanting to label this as a date. That's not how she is.

And he's partly right. It isn't how she is. She would never hold it against him if he didn't want something further with her since she got herself into this position by pursuing him with his reputation with girls in mind, but she can't ignore it. Whether she wants it to or not, it had its affect on her as soon as he said it.

She leans in to kiss him, their lips meeting in the middle with the faint taste of popcorn salt mingling at the soft peck.

When she pulls away, she brushes the hair back from his face and says, "Don't worry. Nothing can change how I feel about you."

She has no clue what it feels like to hear that from her.

Despite the turmoil they unknowingly share beneath the surface due to this conversation, he could cry hearing her say it. It doesn't feel real to him that she feels the same way he does about her, because nothing could change how he feels about her either. That’s why he manages to work up the courage to repeat it back to her, and, for now, this is the closest he's physically capable of coming to telling her the truth.

"Ditto," he says.

It isn't what she wanted, but it's close enough, and if she dwells on this any longer, she might start getting too emotional and let the urge to tear up become too strong. Why does she have to be this sensitive? It's no secret that it's remarkably easy to make her cry, but this is insane to her. When all of this began with him, she didn't give a shit about him not wanting a label. She understood him, and she understood that he doesn't do this kind of thing, so why has it changed? Why doesn't she want to keep it a secret anymore? Why does she want this to be a date when she knows he doesn't want it to be?

Pulled by an invisible string back to him to silence her mind, she leans in to kiss him again with a hand cupping the back of his neck to guide him the rest of the way to her.

It shouldn't be laced with any sexual intention. She should be kissing him simply because she wants to, and, in a way, she is. Their kisses and touches are never lacking the motivation that is their underlying connection and mutual feelings for one another, but this is not the same. As he kisses her back with as much confidence and passion as always, she is reeling from the conversation that reminded her too much of a breakup.

It takes another minute of this for the kiss to heat up, their breathing becoming shallower in the moments they part to inhale, and she is undeniably the one instigating when she officially crosses the line between casual and sexual by crawling onto his lap. It's not hard for him to pick up on when their innocent moments take a turn. She's easy to read in that regard, and this has happened a multitude of times with them, so the shift of a mini make out session turning into something more is nothing out of the ordinary for them.

If he knew how shaken she is on the inside, he'd never want this. And the same would go for her if she knew what he was thinking before this. Neither of them wants to admit what they're feeling.

With her legs seated on either side of his hips, she kisses him like it's the last time she'll ever get the opportunity to. Her hands wander wherever they can, pulling at his shirt and feeling him up as his hands guide her hips to move against his in a steady grinding that she has no issue partaking in. It's an eagerness he hasn't seen from her in weeks. She's never un-excited when it comes to being physical with him either, but this is another level. The last time a girl was all over him like this, it was desperate touron at a party a few months ago.

In the span of time it takes her to glance over her shoulder to see if anyone could see them and reach to pull her skirt up until it bunches around her hips—no one can see them, by the way, since they got here late and were forced to cram the van into the back corner of the lot with no street lights illuminating the path—his brows raise at her presumptuous behavior. Not that he's one to complain, however, seeing as he's typically the one doing what she is.

Their next kiss clashes their teeth hard enough to make them wince, but he loves it. It makes him smirk into her parted mouth, alive with both the feeling her reassurance provided and the fuzzy-headed high that often finds him when they're together in this way. Incomparable to past flings or the high related to any drugs, she is the peak of everything to him. It's no contest.

His chest stutters against hers with a bout of amused laughter, asking within a brief pause in what feels like the most JJ thing he's said this awkward night, "Two for two in the Twinkie. What's gotten into you?"

Y/N's hand dips between where their bodies move together to unclasp the closed buckle of his belt in one smooth motion that has it falling apart with a clinking noise.

Her features are set with a look that tells him she means business. Whatever it is that sparked this, he wonders how the fuck to make it happen again another time. She's begged for it before, but never taken control so dominantly, and he can't deny what the role reversal does to him. The evidence is obvious in the distinct hardness she feels pressing up against the hand undoing his jeans.

"I was hoping it'd be you," she says, voice breathless and airy from the constant contact in a way that makes it ten times hotter for him.

If there were any chance of him not being in the mood prior to this, which wasn't the case anyway, it's gone now. He never wants to hear her say she doesn't deliberately try to tease him ever again.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

JJ surges forward to capture her mouth with his, this time with no intention of pulling away to breathe or speak again. No, he'll let himself get lightheaded and dizzy if it means he can stay with her for as long as possible.

With the circumstances of it all, them being visible to someone if they happened to pass by the open door of the van, they move at a pace quicker than usual. She's immediately helping him shimmy his jeans and underwear far enough down his hips to free his dick from the confines of his clothes, making him sigh out a breath of relief when her hand brushes against him in the process.

There's no opportunity to slow down, it has exploded into a full-throttle speed race that neither of them can halt.

His hand blindly flies out beside him to grope the floor of the van for the set of keys he tossed carelessly to the side once the movie started, eyes shut in the midst of the hot, messy kiss they share. His fingers find the fabric of one of the blankets they brought in case they got cold, then drifts again and lands on her Big Bird sneakers until he feels the sharp metal of her keys meet his calloused palm.

After the events of last summer, she bought a switch blade to keep on her key ring alongside the keys to the van, HMS Pogue, and Chateau. She may not like violence or weapons, seeing as she was a skeptic of JJ keeping the gun alongside her friends, but she saw it necessary. Between Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, how could she leave the safety of her and her friends up to chance knowing what some of the kooks did to them not long ago? What happened to Pope on the golf course alone was enough to make her skin crawl.

Right now, though, the knife flips out from the pressure of his thumb pushing the button to release it. He holds it out away from her at first to assure it doesn't nick her in the process, then uses his other hand to tug the side of her panties that hugs her hip far out enough to press the sharp side of the blade onto the inside of it.

She can hardly believe what she's watching as JJ cuts the delicate maroon underthings from her body as if he were doing something so normal, like it's something he's done before. Her forehead is pressed against his, her mouth parted both in shock and in a need to pant for oxygen, and she watches the knife ruin her favorite panties. The stitches come apart with a satisfying ripping noise that can hardly be heard over the sound of people reacting to the movie in the background.

Other customers of the Cherry Bowl Drive-In are too glued to the screen as a beloved character is chased down, reacting in shouts when she's seized by the killer and shoved onto the table of an industrial bread slicer, so they remain wholly unnoticed.

The lace, now ripped in half, dangles on the tip of the knife when he lifts it away from her, tosses it aside, and presses the button once more to retract the blade. It clatters to the floor, but is in no way forgotten with them resuming in a desperation to keep going until they both satisfy the need clawing at them from the inside. But her sense of need is different from his, and even with the fresh memory of him with the switch blade in mind, she's still somewhere else the whole time.

Her mind is faraway, muted through layers of sadness, anger, and disappointment as he reaches between them to line himself up to her entrance. The sensation of him running his cock, hard and messy with a few drops of precome, through her dripping pussy to coat it in her slick arousal is enough to make her moan pathetically. Yet when he's about to guide himself inside of her, she stops him.

"Wait, wait, wait," she breathes out rapidly, heart pounding so hard she can feel herself pulsating between her thighs, "Condom."

They were so antsy to get to it, they almost forgot.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, and his eyes flicker from where they were trained between their bodies to glance back and forth around the van before it hits him. "I lost my wallet..."

But right when he thinks their public rendezvous in the back of the Drive-In is over due to his unfortunate mistake, she shakes her head and slips away from her perch astride his lap to crawl over to her bag.

She fumbles with the old tote bag and plunges her arm in to sift through the hodge podge of things that are purely Y/N in nature—stickers, glitter pens, a half-eaten bag of candy, etc—for the square foil package she decided to toss in before she left just in case. She usually doesn't keep them on her because he never fails to have one, but, thankfully, she had the random instinct to bring it tonight.

The only thing to bring her out of her cloudy, malevolent storm of feelings when she settles back onto his lap with the condom wrapper ripped open for him is him saying, "So you planned this, huh?" with his mouth tipped in a familiar self-satisfied grin.

She didn't plan it. In fact, she threw herself at him the second she sensed him withdrawing from her and can't stop herself despite the fact that she constantly feels two seconds away from letting a tear slip down her cheek. If that counts as "planning it", then sure.

"Maybe so," she answers, cool, calm, and collected—the antithesis of the truth.

They usually don't lie to each other.

They're thrown right back into it without any other hiccups once he rolls the condom on, and he takes in a shaky breath at her hand wrapping around him to align their bodies up. Before she can do anything, though, he takes chance to swipe the blanket he found a moment ago and wrap it around her back to keep her covered in case they get caught.

Y/N sinks down onto his cock with her lip caught between her teeth to stifle the sound that threatens to escape. JJ, on the other hand, doesn't bother concealing the sound of the groan he makes at the sensation of having her wrapped around him like this. The tension in her entire body from the anticipation and the looming threat of being seen by someone has her squeezing him so tightly, he can't help but be a little louder than he should.

Her soft palm slaps over his mouth with enough pressure to force his groan to quiet itself, and she watches his pretty blue eyes widen in reaction to the dominant action. Who is this girl and what has she done with his sweet, submissive Y/N? Don't get him wrong, he is very turned on by it, but it's unlike her to take the lead this way. He can't figure it out.

"What's wrong, angel?" she asks in a whisper into his ear, her hand over his mouth and her hips starting to slowly rock against him, "Watch the movie."

Once the words leave her mouth, she drops her hand, just in case he wants to stop and can't say anything because she had his mouth covered, and JJ is pretty sure he's died and gone to heaven.

He doesn't watch the movie, not at all, because he's too busy watching her. For someone losing their mind internally, she does not let it show, nor does she let it distract her from what's happening. If anything, the distraction in this situation is the sex, not what's going on inside of her head.

There's a moment of adjustment and going as slowly and gently as possible while waiting for the dull pressure of feeling him inside of her to fade away, but, for the most part, she doesn't waste any time. As soon as she feels comfortable enough with the ache between her thighs giving way to a spark of pleasure when she grinds her clit down on his pubic bone, she starts to ride him at a better pace than the initial slow movements of her hips.

She raises herself up and takes him again inch by inch, enjoying the sense of fullness she gets from having to fit him in spite of the slight discomfort at first, and she could swear that he'll leave bruises in the shape of his handprints with how tightly he clutches her hips. It's all he can do to prevent himself from moaning or saying something, ever the vocal lover she's come to know.

Unless his mouth is preoccupied like it was on the beach yesterday afternoon, JJ is usually impossible to shut up, especially in this context. With him always whispering dirty things to her, whether it be praises, pet names, or plans on what he wants to do to her, she has come to find it breathtakingly hot. He could likely get away with saying something if he wanted to, but he isn't sure he wants to risk it. If he opens his mouth to spew something filthy to her, he won't trust himself not to make a louder, different kind of noise that won't fit in the with background audio the other moviegoers are listening to.

The wet sound of their bodies colliding that fills the space of the van is drowned out by the loud and violent sequence occurring on the screen far ahead of them, and hearing it makes her bounce herself on him a little harder. She's fueled on by it all, and, strangely, what happened before she practically pounced on him is the main contributor.

Similarly to the nature of his intrusive thoughts, the harder she resists the memory of how it felt when he told her he didn't want this to be a date, the more forceful it is in its return. Her eyes trail down to watch where they connect with her forehead pressed to his, then she's thrown back into the feeling of helpless disappointment and insecurity. His head tips back against the window with his bottom lip dropped open and his brows furrowed just enough to create a crease on his forehead, and she's bombarded with the look of relief on his face when he realized he didn't have to be tied down to her with a label.

It makes her want to get rougher, harder, and she doesn't even care if it'll make her sore later on. She presses herself down so far every time she slides down on his cock, her teeth draw blood on her lip with how hard she must bite it to remain quiet. The pain of her hipbones rubbing against his doesn't even matter to either of them at this point. They're both too lost in the pleasure that has begun to take control of them to care about something as minuscule as that, or the burn in her thighs from the repetitive physical strain.

She grabs his wrist and brings his hand between them, flattening hers overtop of it and pressing down on the base of her abdomen in the midst of the increasingly feverish thrusts.

"Feel you here," she murmurs to him through a quiet moan, hoping he can hear it over the movie, and pushes down on his hand for emphasis. And if the way he reacts by cursing under his breath tells her anything, it's that he picked up on it. "JJ..."

He reaches out to grab her by the throat with his free hand and tug her forward to kiss him, as if something inside of him snapped in response to her doing that. The motions of her jolting up and down throws the already messy and uncoordinated kiss off-kilter, but they don't mind. It has them separating every time she lifts up, producing this heady little head rush from from them breathing in each other's air without actually letting their mouths meet in the middle.

Though they're trying their hardest not to alert anyone outside of what's happening, it didn't occur to him until now, when his eyes catch John B's old bandana swinging back and forth where it's secured around the rear view mirror.

They're worried about moaning while the entire fucking Twinkie is rocking with their movements. Well, at least it makes good use of the corny sticker he gifted John B last year as a gag gift. He tried to peel it off after JJ snuck it onto the side window to no avail. So, now Y/N is stuck with a sticker on her car reading, "If the van's a-rockin', come on in, we like orgies," rather than the more common phrase.

It almost makes him start laughing, and he prays no one takes that shit seriously, 'cause he is never intent on sharing this breathtaking girl. Ever.

Y/N isn't anywhere near laughing like he is, in fact, she's finding it difficult to keep herself together. She feels her eyes sting with the promise of tears, and she's never felt so pathetic before. Is she seriously about to cry during sex? Is she really that girl that is so ill-equipped to handle rejection, she can't get through it without tears?

She won't cry. Perhaps if he sees how glossy her eyes have become in a rare moment of good lighting, she can blame it on the hand around her throat putting pressure on the sides of her neck.

The worst part about her being near to crying is the timing of it.

The emotion of what she feels mentally mixes with the swirling, building sensation she feels in the pit of her stomach that tells her she's close to going over the edge, and it's so overwhelming. Was she imagining that their friendship had changed? More importantly, is this all she'll ever be to him? Sex is the only thing she's sure of with him, it's the only thing that doesn't require deeper emotions, and when the ground beneath their fragile relationship felt shaky...

He can feel her starting to unravel, and he knows that he'll come before she does if he doesn't do anything now, so he decides to take control.

JJ pulls the hand he had resting on her abdomen away as though he were burned by it, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her body against his and using the hand around her neck for leverage to thrust up into her, effectively reducing her to a teary-eyed, moaning mess atop him. They both stopped caring about making noise the second he began to fuck her like this.

She cries out in ecstasy at the sudden change in pace and depth that has him hitting all the right places. Every time he thrusts up into her, just as rough as she wished for, the tip of his cock nudges into that perfect spot inside of her that makes her incapable of silencing her moans. This time, it's JJ that puts his hand over her mouth, letting the one he had around her neck move away to keep her from alerting everyone around them of what's happening.

There's nothing she can do to stop her climax as it barrels through her in its initial sweeping wave of bliss to contrast the venomous doubts in her mind. She's never felt such conflicting, yet powerful feelings before—the intensity of the physical pleasure that makes her whine into the palm of his hand, then the part of her mind replaying every word he said in their conversation before this.

Her body is rigid and tense through it all, squeezing down around his cock with the involuntary spasms of her orgasm, and he can't help himself anymore. All it takes are a few more frantic thrusts for him to bury himself inside of her one last time and spill into the condom, uncovering her mouth so he can drown out his own groans into a kiss.

Their skin sticks to their clothes on the inside with sweat from the exertion of their actions, and he can feel her stomach tremble where it presses up against his with each undulation of her hips that meet his as he rides it out.

But even with the added distraction of the sex, she can't rid herself of the feeling that started plaguing her as soon as things went awry. That was why he was acting weird all night. He must have been so worried about her thinking this was anything more than their typical hangouts that he couldn't bring himself to act normally.

She forces herself to look happy when they pull away from the kiss, panting, and JJ, unaware of what she's been thinking, doesn't notice the small deception.

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Luke Patterson // Miscommunication

"Where are you going?" You ask as you watch Alex fix his hair.

"Me, Julie, Reggie, and Layla are going to the movies," he said distractedly.

"Oh, that sounds fun. Can I come?" You asked with a small, hopeful smile. He had asked you to come over and help him with his math homework but an hour in, halfway through the worksheet he had gotten a text and dropped his pencil.

"Oh, Layla already bought our tickets," he said, sliding his hands through his hair once more.

"I can buy my own ticket," you laugh breathily.

"Well we're going to get dinner after and Layla made the reservations," he said, not looking up from the laces of his shoes.

"Okay, do you want to hang out later?" You asked.

"Maybe tomorrow. I'll text you, okay?" He ruffled your hair before he was leaving the room, leaving you alone in his space. You felt almost like a little sibling, too young to hang out with the older kids. You swallowed it down, assuring yourself that you were just reading too much into previously made plans. You shake it off as you pack up your stuff.

-

To Julie: you wanna hang out?

From Julie: I kinda already have plans :/

To Julie: okay, maybe another time? :)

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To Reggie: you busy?

From Reggie: yeah, got plans.

To Reggie: oh okay :)

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To Alex: you wanna do something?

From Alex: sorry babes, plans.

To Alex: wyd?

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You throw your phone down and link your fingers on your stomach, staring up at the ceiling as you process. All of your friends are together right now and none of them invited you.

Except Luke.

-

"Babe?" You whispered to yourself. Reggie never called you babe. He called you 'sport' and 'kid' to be a dick because you're the youngest. You shake your head, trying to force the entire text conversation out of your head as you grab your book from your locker.

"Yo," you flinch when someone appears beside you, and your cheeks flare up when Luke comes into your vision. The butterflies in your stomach are very quickly squashed when you remember Reggie's words. "You wanna hang out later?" Luke asked, poking your cheek.

"Um, I can't, my mom needs me to pick up my brother from school," you said, staring into your locker to avoid his eyes.

"I can drive you there," he offered, ducking his head to try and catch your eyes.

"I um, I have a lot on my mind so I'm just going to walk, but thanks Luke," you give him a halfhearted smile, slam your locker shut, and turn to walk away. Luke calls your name but he doesn't try and chase after you.

-

"Where have you been, I feel like I haven't seen you in years," Alex said as he climbed onto your bed and draped his entire body over your back. You grunted, hiding your face under the covers as he took it upon himself to cuddle you.

"I saw you at school today," you muttered into your blankets.

"No, I saw you, I said hi, and you ran away," Alex corrected.

"I didn't run away," you mumbled. Alex tugged the blankets down to reveal your face and he smiled softly at you.

"Whats going on?" He whispered. You sighed, rolling over until you were on your back and he was beside you. He brushed your hair away from your forehead and waited patiently as you worked up the courage to say what you were thinking.

"I feel silly," you covered your face with your hands as you groaned.

"For what?" Alex pushed.

"Cause I feel left out," you whispered.

"What? All you have to do is text me and I'd be here within the minute. You're like my favorite person ever, Y/n," Alex chuckled.

"Alex," you uncover your face to look at him. "I've texted you every day this week and you keep telling me you're busy," you said.

"What?" Alex furrowed his eyebrows. "No, I've been texting you nonstop, you haven't answered." Alex struggled to lift his hips and pull out his phone, then he showed you messages of your name and a long two of texts from him. You click on the contact with your name and your forehead creased.

"Alex, this isn't even my number!" You said.

"What?" He took his phone back. You pulled your phone out and showed him your message thread, with all of your messages. Alex grabbed your phone and tried to call his phone.

His phone didn't ring.

"Okay, this is weird," Alex mumbled.

"Wait," you looked down at your phone, eyebrows furrowed. "Look at these texts from Reggie. I thought it was really weird that he called me 'babe' because he's never done that," you showed Alex the thread and he furrowed his eyebrows. Alex looked up at you with a slack face of realization.

"Layla calls everyone 'babe'," he said.

"Layla? Why would she text me as Reggie?" You asked.

"She likes Luke!" Alex exclaimed, making you flinch. "She likes Luke, you like Luke, and Luke obviously likes you, it makes so much sense," he smacked his forehead.

"Luke doesn't even like me though," you deflected.

"Now's not the time for denial, we have a bitch to bust," he jumped up from your bed and dragged you out of it.

"Don't say anything like that ever again," you laughed as he tried to pull you out of your room. "Alex! Wait, i need clothes!"

-

"Y/n!" Julie cheered as Alex tugged you into Layla living room.

"Hey guys," you wave a bit shyly, which is off character at this point.

"Please tell me you're staying," Reggie pouted.

"Actually, we're here for a bit of an interrogation," Alex said, crossing his arms as he looked over at Layla. She raised her eyebrows with a look of innocence.

"Raise your hand if you've texted Y/n at all this week," Alex said. Only Luke raised his hand.

"I've tried, but she hasn't answered," Julie said.

"Yeah, same here," Reggie nodded.

"Yeah, I thought it was weird that she hasn't been around so I went over to her house. We made some pretty shocking discoveries too," Alex took your phone from your hand and opened up the messages that Reggie had supposedly sent you. "Do you remember sending these messages, Reggie?" Alex asked, handing him the phone. Reggie read them over and his face twisted up.

"What the hell? No, I didn't send any of these," he said.

"Let me see," Luke reached for the phone.

"No, Luke, wait," you tried to grab it but it was already in his hand and he was already reading them. You muttered a curse as you tried to hide behind your hand, stepping a bit behind Alex.

"Oh," he whispered. "I never said that!" He assured, pointing to the phone.

"I don't think any of us have been talking for ourself. Layla, anything to say?" Alex turned to her with an icy expression.

"Why would I have anything to do with this?" She said, raising her hands and softening her eyes.

"Because you've been trying to throw yourself at Luke since we met you and you knew they liked each other," Julie said, standing up and walking to your side, crossing her arms as Alex was.

"I wouldn't do anything this manipulative or sneaky, that's not who I am! I genuinely like you guys, I wouldn't do anything to betray your trust! Why-" she was cut off as her phone started to ring. Alex smirked, turning Y/n's towards her, Reggies name flashing on the contact.

"You changed our numbers so our messages would go to your phone and had Y/n believing that we were icing her out. As far as I'm concerned, you're a jealous, manipulative bitch," Alex smiled like he'd just complimented her shoes.

"Let's go," Julie demanded, ushering everyone out of the house.

"Whatever! You're all lame anyways!" Layla screamed, her face red.

"Everyone to Y/n's house, we have some serious bonding to do," Reggie said, ruffling Y/n's hair. Luke grabbed Y/n's wrist before she could walk to Alex's car, and tugged her back. He cupped her jaw and held her waist and leaned in to press his lips to hers. She melted into it instantly, trusting that her knees wouldn't buckle and if they did, trusting he would catch her.

"Okay, maybe not that much bonding," Reggie laughed.

"Eh, let them have their moment, they've been pining long enough," Julie said, waving them away.

You wrapped your arms around Luke's shoulders and pressed you chest against his, kissing him harder.

Im sorry if you read this without the visuals, I didn’t realize I didn’t upload them :)

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Just my type

Peter Parker x Villain!Reader

Peter Parker x Villain!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

The request:

This is actually a combination of two different requests An anonymous reader who asked for a dominant reader and @asuperconfusedgirl who wanted an imagine about the "let's try that again" gifset, because, I quote: "Damn!". I wholeheartedly agree. This might be a little darker and shorter than you're used to from me, but I wanted to do something different. Hope you still like it🔥

“More than meet the eye, to tell the truth would be a lie”

Just My Type - The Vamps

Peter didn't know how he had gotten here: One minute, he was just dodging another one of Flash's caustic remarks, minding his own business, just trying to get out of one field trip unscathed; and the next he was here... With you, the new girl, on his lap bouncing on his cock, in broad daylight on the top floor of the bus. Where anyone could come up at any minute. Where anyone could see.

It was wrong. It was dangerous. It was insanely hot.

And you were relentless: Labored breath, fine sheen of sweat covering your face and your breasts, but you still showed no sign of being tired or slowing down, chasing your release. Riding him, using him, mercilessly. And he knew he didn’t have any experience whatsoever so his input would probably be useless, but there was still one thing he could do.

He put his hands on your waist, to help you ride him faster, bunching the fabric of your pretty dress a little, making it ride up your thighs just enough to give him a glimpse of his thick cock disappearing inside you. He moaned at the sight, but you quickly slapped his hands away.

“Remember the rules, Peter…” You reminded him, breathily, “touch me, and this is over…”

“No… no, please!” He begged, pathetically, “please, I’ll be good… I promise!”

“Atta boy” You approved, leaning over to place a little kiss on his lips, surprisingly chaste for your current activities, “And good boys get their rewards…”

You tighten your pussy muscles up, tearing a groan out of his throat. You pushed him around until he was lying flat across both seats, his head pillowed by the window. Satisfied with his new position, you leaned back a little, reaching behind you to cup his balls under your dress.

“Fuck!.. oh fuck! Right there!” he sobbed, “right there!”

“Shh, I know, baby,” You cooed, soothingly, “I know…”

“I-I’m gonna…”

“Oh no, Spidey. You are going to wait your fucking turn” You reprimanded him, turning your massages into a hard squeeze that had him crying out. An alarm went off inside Peter’s head at you calling him 'Spidey', but soon your punishing rhythm and strong grip on the base of his cock had him rolling his eyes inside his skull, brain melted into a useless puddle of goo.

You weren’t any better, jumping up and down his hard length, your clit hitting your knuckle every time you took him in all the way, the sharp sting of the head of his cock colliding with your cervix giving you the extra edge you needed for the tight coiled spring inside you to finally snap.

You could have ended it right then, after all, you had already gotten yours. But he had been so obedient, so good… He deserved a reward. Besides, it was going to be easier if you tired him out. Yeah, those were the only reasons.

Or at least, that’s what you told your self as you braced yourself placing both hands on his muscular chest, drool worthy even hidden as it was under his plaid shirt, and rocked your hips in short quick strokes, your sensitized walls fluttering around him in the tiny aftershocks of your orgasm.

Peter’s hands were blindly searching for purchase, and one of them found it on the edge of the seat he was lying on. You heard it crack under the force of his grasp and knew that, as reckless as you were being, you had been smart in not letting him put his hands on you.

“So good… you’re so good… oh, fuuu-“ His voice was pitched high and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. You leaned over him to whisper at his ear,

“Come for me, baby” Baby? You frowned. Where had the endearment come from? He wasn’t your baby. He wasn’t yours, period. You would do better to remember what you were doing this for. “Come on Peter, come all inside me…”

It was all it took, almost as if he was waiting for your order. You felt his hips involuntarily thrust up into you as he came with a final curse.

“Woah… Oh God!” He was breathless, completely spent, melting into the seats, “That was… let’s… let’s try that again!”

That made you chuckle despite yourself. You hated to admit it, he was cute. And that debauched, fucked out look was really hot on him.

Peter’s brain was trying to get through the fog, trying to pin point exactly what felt wrong, you saw it on his eyes. It was a shame, really, you could have bask in the afterglow for a little longer if it wasn’t for your earlier slip-up. You probably didn’t have more than a few seconds before he remembered you calling him Spidey, so you reached for your backpack under the seats and pulled a small golden cylinder out of it.

As you opened it and applied your lipstick, you noticed Peter’s eyes on you.

“What?” You asked a little harsher than you probably needed.

“Nothing, it’s just… God, you’re so pretty!” Peter reached for your face, cupping your cheek and you allowed yourself to lean into his touch a little.

“Really? You like me?”

Peter nodded. Your smile turned a little sharper,

“And what about my lipstick, you like this shade?”

The question struk him as a little weird, but, whatever, it wasn’t as if he actually understood girls most of the time.

He nodded again,

“It’s almost as pretty as you”

Your smile was definitely wolfish now.

“Thank you! It’s vintage, you know?” You commented casually. He perked up at that; he liked vintage things too. Granted, he liked vintage computers and videogames, but maybe you guys could find something in common.

Emboldened by that thought, he chanced snaking his arms around your waist. His heart did a little jump when you didn’t immediately removed them.

“Really? That’s pretty cool!”

“Yes, it’s from the forties, actually” You explained, “This specific shade was a favorite amongst the female agents of the SSR. You know, the Strategic Scientific Reserve. Later known as SHIELD…”

Peter’s blood turned to ice, and his grip around your waist, vicelike. There were no traces of the lazy, spent smile on his face, or of the adoration that up until two seconds ago had shone bright in his eyes.

“Who are you?” He demanded, tightening his hold on you minutely. To his surprise, you didn’t struggle or tried to get away: You did the exact opposite thing, wrapping your own arms around his neck and leaning in closer.

“Wanna know the name of this shade?” You breathed against his lips, right before capturing them in an open mouthed kiss, slow and dirty, and by far the most sensual one you had ever shared.

By the time you released his lips, his head was spinning. No, wait, it wasn’t his head, it was the whole bus. Scratch that, it was the whole world. Your smirk as you looked down on him, the only thing on focus, everything else was blurring, shifting and twisting fast.

“It’s called 'Sweet dreams'…”

Realization dawned on him as the blackness overtook him, you had drugged him. With your lipstick.

“Who are you?” The demand came out as more of a beg. You sighed.

“I'd tell you the truth, Peter, I'd do” You confessed, “But even that would be a lie”

The last thought on Peter’s disjointed mind before succumbing to unconsciousness was that at least now no one could make fun of him for being the last virgin on senior class anymore.

You knew it was a mistake, letting him live. Just as you knew it was a mistake as you were climbing into his lap in the first place. Your soft spot for Peter Parker was a weakness, a dangerous one that would surely come back and bite you in the ass some day. But he wasn’t the enemy, not really, and your mother had thought you to minimize the casualties anyway; people weren’t numbers, they weren’t ��collateral damage”, they were sons and daughters and brothers and mothers, they were someone’s whole world.

Just as your mother had been your whole world, before she was taken away from you.

And now, thanks to Peter Parker, you had exactly what you needed to find the real responsible for your mother’s death, and make him pay. You took the glasses from his face and put them on. They remained unresponsive but it didn’t matter, you were a hacker the likes of which the world hadn’t seen since Daisy Johnson, your мамочка had said so herself. If there was anyone in this world capable of hacking into the interface, it was you.

You finally stood from Peter’s lap, letting him slip out of you, and tucking him back into his pants, cause you figured he was going to be plenty humiliated once he woke up, he didn’t need the losers of his school to make fun of him anymore than they already did. You hurried to get your things and jump out of the bus, knowing that with his peculiar metabolism, he was going to burn through the narcotic a lot faster than a regular man.

And if you felt the smallest pang of regret as you saw the bus driving away, or if you dreamt about Peter Parker for weeks after your little encounter, well, no one actually needed to know.

To be continued...

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Protective vs Possesive {Mycroft Holmes x Reader} [Part 2/?]

A/N: Sorry that it has taken me so long to get done, but I’ve finally gotten inspiration with the help of @kye06. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I was a bit iffy with it until the end, which I really love. Let me know what you think and if this should be the end or if more parts should be added!

Mycroft x Ex-Wife! Pregnant! Reader

Angst/Fluff

(Mentions of Divorce, Pregnancy, Fainting, Hospitals, Mentions of Llightly Unhealthy Weight Loss, Soft! Mycroft)

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Sherlock was sat in Bart's hospital sitting room, his hands interlaced and his chin resting upon them as he waited and waited. Each second that past felt like hours, each minute felt like days. The ticking of the clock at the corner of the room was slowly driving the man crazy.

It had only been a month and a half since you've moved into Baker Street with Sherlock and John. Every day seemed to be weighing down on you more and more. There was no more waking up to morning kisses that, Mycroft so loved to greet you with, or the smell of freshly brewed coffee. No more late-night cuddles and silent reading as you laid in his arms, smiling.

With every memory came the ghost of his touch, and with that came the guilt. You should've cherished those moments you had with him, to thank Mycroft for always ensuring your safety. Now, you couldn't even do that. The simple thought of him made you want to cry.

Yet, you were unable to think about anybody at the moment. Not while you lied, unconscious in a hospital bed while doctors and nurses tried to determine what was wrong before finally, they did.

However, Sherlock was still waiting, and he was still slowly going insane with impatience. He let only a second pass him before he cams his older brother, his blue eyes shut as he listened to the ringing of the phone.

On the other side of London, in an office, sat Mycroft Holmes, a government official who was just scribbling down a note on a piece of paper. The moon was shining in through the window, having just crept past a cloud that obscured some of its light. The auburn-haired man let out a little grunt into the glass of scotch he had just raised to his lips. A phone call was the last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment.

Nonetheless, he grabbed the device, seeing if he recognized the number before feeling a sudden sense of shock and worry as he saw his brother's name. In a quick motion, Mycroft had placed down the scotch glass while throwing on his coat as he brought the phone up to his ear.

"Sherlock?" he said through the phone, moving around his desk to gather some things. If it wasn't an emergency then at least he'd be packed and have an excuse to head home.

Sherlock let out a small sigh as he heard his brother's voice, a sound he wasn't sure that relieved him or annoyed him. "Mycroft, come down to Bart's, Y/N's in the hospital," he stated, getting straight to the point and not wanting to waste time.

Mycroft was surprised for a moment, not because Y/N was in hospital but because he was being informed that she was. "Why am I being told this? And why am I being asked to visit her?" Mycroft asked, his tone airy and yet, somehow it sounded almost cold.

"Because this was your wife Mycroft! Because the person you once loved is now lying unconscious in a hospital room, and even I don't know what's wrong! That's why Mycroft, because if Y/N had even cracked a bit of that facade you've created, then you'd care enough to see her. God forbid she took her last breath in an hour and you weren't here to say goodbye or sorry, wouldn't you want to see her one last time?!"

Mycroft was shocked by his brother's outburst. He'd been yelled at plenty of times before by Sherlock, however, never for such a severe reason. A moment passed before he said, "I'll be there in ten minutes," and hung up the phone.

True to his word, Mycroft arrived at the hospital ten minutes later, walking towards the waiting room where Sherlock no longer sat. The government official walked up to the front desk, asking what room you were in.

"294," the nurse said before Mycroft said a quick thank you and made his way down the hall, his umbrella gripped tightly in his hand. He held it at the center, his leather shoes loud against the tiled floor.

He reached the room after a bit of walking, peaking through the window to spot his brother sitting at a chair beside the bed. Mycroft didn't bother looking around to see you, knocking on the door and waiting for someone to answer it. When the door was answered, Mycroft's blue eyes caught the ones of his brother who simply nodded and let him pass.

"Is she alright?" Mycroft asked, taking a step into the room and looking over at you. He placed the umbrella off to the side of the room and took a seat once he was finished.

He hadn't seen you properly since the ordeal that took place months ago. His heart ached at the sight of your s/c skin being much paler than what it usually is. Your body was a bit skinnier than he remembered and for a moment he feared the worst.

"Has she been eating properly?" Mycroft asked his brother who remained by the door.

Sherlock shook his head slightly. "She seems to be skipping breakfast every morning," he starts. "However, thankfully she eats her other meals."

Mycroft nodded, taking you over once more. "Did the doctors tell you what was wrong?" he inquired, his eyes never leaving your body.

Sherlock made a small hum. He knew that this should be something told to his brother, as well as yourself, by a doctor, but he knew it'd eat his brother alive if he didn't tell him. "She's pregnant Mycroft," he paused for a moment, expecting to see a reaction from Mycroft. When he didn't he continued, "they said she had fainted due to stress. They suspect she doesn't know she's with child yet."

All Mycroft could give in response was a weak nod before he asked his brother to leave for a moment. Sherlock obeyed Mycroft's wishes, taking a step out and moving back towards the waiting room before leaving altogether. He knew it was best to leave them both for some time.

Mycroft had leaned back against his seat, his mind seeming to bark questions at him, some that he didn't know the answers to. He looked back at you for a moment, taking in your h/c hair and familiar features. His hand was trembling as he brought it up to brush the strands of hair that cling to your face behind your ear.

Mycroft felt guilty at that moment. Guilty for leaving you when he could have been taking care of you, holding you close and protecting you. He was angry at himself that this entire situation was caused simply because he wanted to keep you safe, and yet, of course, he was the one harming you. It was always like that.

He'd never felt such a strong urge to hold you in his life. To whisper to you softly, letting you know that he couldn't wait to be a father and that you'd make an amazing mother. Yet, you were no longer his. He'd asked for the divorce.

The sudden feeling of warm, soft skin brushing against his arm caused his blue eyes to snap up towards you, his hand moving to clutch at your instinctively. "Y/N," he breathed out softly.

You felt emotional seeing Mycroft beside you, but you did not cry. All you did was smile back before facing the heart rate monitor. "Mycroft, what's wrong? W-why are you here?" you asked, scared and confused.

Mycroft tried his best to give you a reassuring smile. It was clearly forced and strained. He was about to answer you when a doctor entered the room, both heads turning to look at them.

"Ah, Mrs. Holmes-" you'd both tensed at that, but you couldn't blame the doctor. The divorce had yet to be finalized. "I'm glad to see you're awake. We've run some tests and nothing looks to be too worrisome. As a matter of fact, the cause of your fainting, although partially due to stress, is caused by pregnancy symptoms. Congratulations," the doctor explained.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Mycroft, fear written all over your face. How would this work now that you weren't with Mycroft?

Mycroft caught onto the fear quickly and gently ran a thumb over your knuckles, trying to assure you it'd be alright. Once the doctor left the room, Mycroft turned to look into your e/c eyes.

"Mycroft, wh-what are we going to do?" you asked, your hands trembling just as much as his are.

He took in a sharp breath for a moment, looking at you. "Y/N, I-I'd happily call off the divorce if you're willing to do the same. I... I'm not sure if I've truly ever wanted it. Ever since I've said it all I've felt was misery," he stated, his voice shaky. Mycroft's never had to say something like this. He's rarely ever let his emotions be spoken so freely.

You'd brought your hand up to his cheek when a single tear slipped from his eye. It wasn't a tear full of sadness, it was one of anger and guilt... and of the loneliness he tried so hard to get rid of only to welcome it back with open arms. Now, all he wanted to do was take you into his arms.

"I'd want nothing more than that, My," you whispered, and hearing the nickname- the one that used to bring him so much warmth -nearly caused Mycroft to cry more. He didn't, instead, moving to sit on the edge of your bed before taking you into his arms and adjusting himself so that he wouldn't hurt you.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, the warmth of your body against his cool skin causing him to feel safe and at home. "I've missed you," he whispered, placing a kiss against your shoulder.

"I've missed you too My," you whispered back, carefully running your fingers through his hair. "You'll make a great father," and just the thought of it caused you to smile because you knew it'd be true.

Mycroft lifted his head a bit to look into your eyes, a soft smile on his face. "And you'll be the best mother anyone could ever have, my dear," he replied, leaning down to give you a sweet, but passionate kiss against your lips. He'd only broken apart to murmur a soft, 'I love you,' before kissing you again.

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Kitty

Request; Yes or No

(Y/N) glared holes into the article. They spoke about Batman saving the day again when (Y/N) had also helped. (Y/N) had always been stuck in Bruce's shadow. With school, sports, and even the company they had started together. Sometimes girls and guys only spoke to him to get closer to Bruce. (Y/N) was tired of it. He huffed, standing up and changing into his hero suit. He left the mansion, taking a spot on a building that looked over part of Gotham.

"What's a babe like you doing out here on a night like this?" He heard a sultry voice ask. (Y/N) turned his head, looking at Catwoman. He sighed. He wasn't in the mood to be taunted by his brothers' ex.

"What? Couldn't find a bank to rob?" (Y/N) asked. Selina took a seat beside him.

"Purrhaps I was just looking for a furend." She said, a seductive smile toying at her lips.

"Don't you have Ivy and Harls?"

"Yeah, but I wanted a more... Masculine companion." Selina placed a hand on his bicep. (Y/N) shook his head, looking away from her.

"Go toy with Bruce then." He grumbled.

"Ah, that's it. Something happened with Bruce." Selina crossed one leg over the other, tapping her claws against the ledge.

"I'm not in the mood, Selina." (Y/N) grunted.

"Well that's unfurtunate." She stood up, pulling him along.

"Come on, babe. We're both in the need of some comfort." Selina purred, winking. She led him from rooftop to rooftop til they got to an apartment complex.

"Promise not to rat me out to the police next time I get in a bit of trouble?" She opened a window, entering the apartment. Selina tossed her mask to the side, letting her short hair fall. (Y/N) hesitantly took off his own mask, glancing around.

"Here, babe." She handed him a glass of wine. (Y/N) took it, taking a seat on the couch. Selina plopped down next to him, sipping on her wine.

"Tell me babe, what got your paws in a twist today?" She asked. (Y/N) rolled his eyes at her words causing her to chuckle.

"Nothing.. I was just reminded that my brother is better than me in every single way." (Y/N) answered, chugging back the wine. Selina cocked a brow, watching him pour himself some more.

"How come?"

"Everyone only sees him. I'm just the brother.." (Y/N) glanced at her. Selina watched him, feeling a bit bad.

"Why not go solo? Do your own thing." Selina tilted her head.

"I live with him."

"You can always keep me company." She winked. (Y/N) leaned back, thinking about it.

"The public-"

"Would think that you're a playboy going out with your brothers' purrfect ex." Selina finished for him, sipping her wine. (Y/N) deadpanned.

"Right. I'm sure." He sighed.

"It's worth a shot." (Y/N) looked at her. Selina's cat-like eyes lit up.

(H/N) and Catwoman. It's what everyone spoke about. The new duo in town. Another thing people spoke about was Selina Kyle and (Y/N) Wayne. Many thought that Selina and Bruce were meant to be but their minds quickly changed when Selina and (Y/N) were spotted together. News spread like wildfire and soon enough, in almost every interview, Bruce Wayne was asked about it. (Y/N) was amused and happy. Finally, people saw him as (Y/N) Wayne, not Bruce Wayne's brother. His nephews were happy for him too. Jason was probably his number one fan considering (Y/N) was all up for killing the Joker.

"I look ravishing." Selina purred to herself as she spun around in front of the mirror. (Y/N) fumbled with his tie, groaning and giving up. Selina giggled, her heels clicking as she approached him and fixed it for him.

"There you go, babe." She smiled. It wasn't a flirty or coy smile, it was genuine. Over the months that they lived together, they both saw different sides to each other. Selina was much more than a seductive bad girl gone good and (Y/N) was more than a rich guy with family issues.

"Thanks for inviting me, (Y/N)." She said. Bruce almost never invited her to any big events. Some parties here and there but that was about it.

"Of course, Selina." He offered a smile. She locked arms with him and they left the apartment. Alfred greeted them, opening the limo door.

"Miss Kyle, Mr. Wayne." He greeted.

"Hello again, Alfred." Selina sent a dashing grin as she got into the limo. (Y/N) sat beside her, noticing her nervousness.

"Nervous?"

"Me? Selina Kyle, feline nervous?" She paused, sighing.

"Pawssibly." She mumbled. (Y/N) gently took her hand.

"You look amazing. Everyone's gonna be in awe when they see you." (Y/N) assured. Selina nodded, blushing lightly. They heard the sound of cameras going off and people yelling. Alfred opened the door and (Y/N) stepped out first, helping Selina out of the limo afterwards.

"(Y/N), are you and Selina dating?!"

"Mr. Wayne! Over here! Are you not on speaking terms with Bruce anymore?!"

"Selina! Are you two planning on getting married?!" Selina almost snorted. She giggled softly, looking at (Y/N). They continued walking, stopping from time to time so people could get pictures. (Y/N) greeted Dick, hugging him.

"Glad you two could make it!" He smiled. Selina stepped away so they could chat.

"Selina, do you have time for some questions?" A woman asked. Selina nodded, stepping forward.

"What's your relationship with (Y/N) Wayne? Are you two together or just friends?" Selina glanced over at (Y/N), smiling.

"I'd like to say we're more than just friends." She replied. The woman nodded.

"I assume you two met through Bruce Wayne. Is Bruce aware of your relationship with his brother?" Selina shook her head.

"I'm not sure but I don't think he knows." The woman hummed, nodding.

"Are you considering getting married with (Y/N)?" Selina giggled.

"Only time will tell." She said. The woman chuckled.

"Thank you for your time, Miss Kyle." Selina nodded, going back to (Y/N). She gently grabbed his tie, pulling him towards her and kissing him. People cheered and others frantically took pictures. Selina pulled back, winking. (Y/N) cocked a brow but didn't question it. The event went on smoothly with celebrities congratulating them and (Y/N)'s nephews teasing him. They eventually sat down at a table with the Wayne family. Bruce had a pretty redhead latched onto his arm but Selina made no mind to the model.

"(Y/N), Selina." He greeted, glancing at their hands.

"Bruce, long time no see." Selina leaned against (Y/N).

"How have you two been?" Bruce asked.

"We've been great." (Y/N) watched him like a hawk.

"I've been meaning to ask.. Why did you move out? Selina could've moved in with us." (Y/N) shook his head.

"Living in your shadow was starting to get boring. I needed live with someone who wasn't gonna brush me off and put me below them." (Y/N) replied cooly, glancing at Damian when he snickered quietly. Selina proudly and smugly watched Bruce's face drop.

"I.. I didn't know you felt like that."

"How could you? You barely listened to me." The redhead frowned.

"Give Brucey a break-"

"This is family business." Selina hissed, cutting her off. (Y/N) paid the redhead no attention.

"I'm stepping away from the company. Give my position to Dick. He deserves it." (Y/N) said. Dick looked up from his champagne, surprised.

"Wait, seriously?" He asked. (Y/N) nodded. Dick's eyes lit up and he became much brighter than before.

"Oh Lord.." Damian mumbled. Tim quietly sipped on his coffee as the redhead excused herself to the bathroom.

"Watch out, Bruce. We might kick you off that high horse of yours." Selina warned with a grin. (Y/N) chuckled, shifting his attention onto the stage. Maybe he should marry her.

Count how many cat puns I sprinkled in.

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Love lockdown (Rey x Reader High School AU)

Request: Could you do one where the reader and Rey are in high school and is Poe or Kylo/Bens younger sister and is dating Rey secretly and the readers brother catches them together on their anniversary and totally supports it, putting the readers nerves about being outed to rest :) sorry for the long request I hope it makes sense :)))

Words: 1,935 (finally something longer)

A/N: I had so much fun writing this request, I love the high School AU and will definitely write more about it. And also, hope you enjoy this I put my heart on it. Let me know what you think!

(The pic is not mine, found it on google)

Six months. Six amazing months, the sweetest and most exiting you have ever experienced and everything thanks to her, the brunette that came from a land far away, with bright eyes and the kindest soul, the one who was always trying to help everybody and sometimes forgot herself.

Rey of Jakku, though she prefered to be called just Rey. She stole your heart since the first day she walked into the classroom, you were amazed by her beauty at first but as the class went on she surprised you with her knowledge.

She shared the same classes with you and slowly you got closer to her, nervous at first you helped her find the correct class guiding her for the busy halls and invited her join you and your group of friends Poe, Finn and Rose at lunch. Every moment you passed with her felt different and completely new, maybe it was because she came from a whole different place or maybe it was just her but it made your heart beat faster.

She was a strong woman with enough courage to stood against the school bullies, furious, always causing trouble and pushing down as much people as they could, the terror of S.W.High School known as 'The First Order' Hux, Phasma and their leader Kylo Ren.

One day Kylo pushed a boy in the hallway but nobody said nothing, it was already a common thing but Rey didn't stood quiet, she answered and even punched Kylo. Since that day they became kind of enemies, that same day she also asked you out.

It was so sudden, hiding behind the steps of the football stadium, she confessed her feelings for you making you the happiest person and so you did to her. It was all so sweet but there was something you let her know that day, a secret a few knew. Kylo's real name.

"Solo?" She asked perplex "But that would make him…"

"My brother" you cut her.

"So I just kicked your brother in the face?" She asked still processing.

"He deserves It" you calm her and you took her hands giving them a little squeeze, preparing yourself to ask a very difficult question. "Rey, now that we're a thing, and I'm beyond happy for thar, I need to ask you a favor" she took one of your hands and took it to her lips leaving a warm kiss on it.

"Anything for you, Y/N" she told you. A sigh left your lips.

"I need you to keep this a secret"

"What? Why?" She asked confused.

"I'm not exactly out" you explained her "And I don't know what could happen if Ben finds out, things are already complicated in home." You looked at the ground for moment and then back at her delicate face. "I know is too much to ask, believe me this is the very last thing I want, I'd like to walk holding your hand through the halls but " you stopped for a second "I just can't"

There was a moment of silence and then she cupped your face and made you look at her softly.

"I understand" she muttered "We're on this together and I really like you, Y/N. I'll do anything, absolutely anything for you" Rey told you and you felt the tears beginning to form in the corner of your eyes, what have you done to deserve a girl like Rey?

Since that day that became one of your hiding spots where you could go and be yourself, hold her as much as you wanted, kiss her. You sat together in every single class, secretly holding hands beneath the table, you two found small and sweet ways to be together and express your feelings without anyone noticed. Kylo was sometimes a problem, always getting you away from Rey but everytime you and her found the solution. All seemed to be alright, more than that, Rey made you feel like the luckiest girl in the whole galaxy.

And that was the thing, after six months the only thing you wanted was to scream how much you loved her, you wanted to scream it from the top of your lungs, hold her in your arms in front of everyone without having to worry, you wanted to call her yours so much but you were terrified.

The anniversary number six has finally arrived and Rey asked you to meet you after class in your favorite spot where everything had started.

"Why do I have to wait?" Said Kylo annoyed sitting at the wheel of the dark car.

"There's a project we need to talk about" you tried to explain but he seemed uninterested. "Just wait for me, Ben" you snapped as you opened the door. You two always got back home together as much as he hated it your mother asked him to and he couldn't say no.

"Twenty minutes" he told you "or I'll leave you here and you'll walk home and I won't explain Han why I left you" he growled

"You don't even talk to dad anymore"

"I don't care. Hurry. " He told you and held his phone careless.

Accelerating your steps you rushed toward the football stadium, the rhythm of your heart racing faster as you saw her waiting for you sitting in the grass, oh she loved the grass so much and you loved how much it fascinated her. She raised her head when she heard your steps, putting herself on feet. She held you in her arms as soon as you arrived burying her face in the curve of your neck leaving some small kisses on your skins. You guided her lips up your skin until you finally touched her lips with yours, both desperate to felt each others close.

“Happy anniversary!” she told you catching her breath.

“Happy six months together” you replied.

“I wish we could do something to celebrate” she told you “We could go dinner, wherever you want, just name it”

“I wish we could” you told her. “Mom wants me to help her today, I’m so sorry, babe”

“Hey, you’re here, aren’t you?” she stroked your cheek “That’s more than enough, I love you more than anything, Y/N” a smile crossed your face.

“And so do I, Rey” you kissed her cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise”

“You don’t have to” she wrapped her hands around your waist and you placed yours over her shoulders smiling. “Unless” she raised her eyebrow.

“Unless?” you smirked as she bit her lips before leaning to put you in a new kiss, a passionate and heated kiss yet sweet and soft.

“The heck is going on?” you heard a familiar voice that obligated you to break the kiss, turning around you found your brother confused face looking at you. It was over. Covering your completely red face with your hands you tried to explain.

“Ben, we just-” you started "Wait were you spying me?"

"No!" He growled "This is where I smoke, thought you were going to the library" he said frowning "Now can you explain what the fuck I just saw?" He growled.

"Ben, I… Rey and me" you started the panic consuming you as you thought on what was next, probably he would go wild or even would never talk to you again, you feared that most than ever.

“We’re together” Rey got in the way between you and your brother. Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts, he was mad with you, he hated Rey just so much"You like it or not." She continued "Your sister is the most amazing girl I know” she looked back at you.”I love her with all my heart." You hugged Rey. "Now, don't be an ass or I'm going to kick you again" he looked from Rey to you, focusing on your already red face-

"Y/N, come here" he said dead serious and you did as he said moving by fear.

Shaking you stared at your brother, his face tensed, you were sure he was mad and thought your relationship with Rey was over. But then his face changed, relaxing until his lips curved into a smile, one you haven't seen in a long time, the one that made him look like your father, Ben's smile.

Then he hugged you, he hadn't hug you in years and now he did which let you confused, a shiver ran down your spine and a single tear ran down your face.

"Oh, I knew it!" He said holding you in his embrace.

"How did you… "

"Y/N, I'm your brother, don't you think I notice how you blush every time I see you with Rey?" he laughed authenticity.

You glanced at him, his face relaxed, you thought he would be mad but instead he seemed to support it, to be like he was in the past treating you like a real brother and not just someone you lived with.

“Are you okay with this?” Rey asked behind you. Ben let go of you but kept a hand in your shoulder and then he turn his attention to Rey.

“Why wouldn't I?” he said.

“Because you’re the bad big wolf, you’re always terrefing someone, I’ve never seen you doing something nice for anyone, not even your for sister” Rey told him in an angry tone. Ben rolled his eyes.

“Okay, I’m not the best person, but I love my sister, even though I don’t show it” he said. “And let’s be honest you girls are the worst liars in the world” he said. Rey and you stood quiet for a moment.

“Now, even though I hate you” Ben told Rey “You make Y/N happy, I’ve seen it, everytime you’re around she smiles like an idiot” you punched him in the arm playfully.

You stood there, thinking in how lucky you were to have a brother like him, no matter how much you could fight he was still there for you, supporting you in every decision you took.

“But if you fuck things up, I swear I’m going to destroy you, Rey” Your brother said in a more Kylo style. “I’ll wait in the car, Y/N” he winked at you and the he left. Rey got closer to you and wrapped her arms around you.

“I guess is not longer a secret” she murmured. “How are you feeling, love?” you thought the question for a second.

“I’m processing, but I guess I’m fine. I mean, I feel… relieved” you told her. She smiled at you.

“We’ll be fine” Rey held you closer to her as she played with your hair. And then you realized you were free, free to be with her, free to hold her everywhere, to kiss her, to simply love her. If the person you were most scared accepted you the way you were then the rest would have to as well, and eve if they didn’t, it didn’t matter to you anymore. The thought of it made you cry happy tears filled with hope, relieve and love.

“Ready?” Rey said a few days after, the two of you waiting outside the main enter of the school. You took her hand and leaned to kiss her cheek.

“More than ever” you started walking inside the halls, holding her hand secure on yours you made your way to your classroom. Some people looked at you in the way and smiled, others whispered but you didn’t care anymore, you had Rey and you were finally able to be with her everywhere and it felt amazing.

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I'd like something for Bucky x Stark!Reader (Tony's baby sis, much younger, a toddler when Howard & Maria died). Angst, maybe, on his side for loving her, but nothing but love from her, who knows he was not in control AT ALL.

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: Fighting and a few cuss words I think

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long life got crazy out of nowhere and I just had no time. I hope you enjoy it even though it took forever thank you for being patient and thank you SO much for your request. 

Making my way to the kitchen I could already hear the argument going on between Steve and Tony. I didn't have to listen in to know what it was about. It's about Bucky. It has been about Bucky sense we convinced him to stay with us and convinced Tony to allow it. 

It wasn't easy. Any of it. Steve and I have been working our asses off to make sure everyone is comfortable but Tony wasn't making things easy and every conversation seemed to go in circles.

I slid down the wall to sit on the floor listening in on my brother yelling at Steve. The argument might as well be scripted at this point and we are all exhausted. I heard footsteps coming down the hall. Looking up I noticed that it was Bucky. He looked relaxed or should I say more relaxed. He was still healing from everything that he had been through but he was adjusting. The thought that Bucky could be happy here made my heart swell. He sent a small smile down at me but before he could speak my brother's voice carried out of the kitchen whipping the smile off of his face. 

"He is a monster, Steve! He has killed people, innocent people." Bucky didn't wait to hear what Steve had to say he turned on his heel and walked back up to his room his shoulders sagging. I got up from my spot on the floor debating if I should go after him or not but my anger got the best of me and I stormed into the kitchen instead, stopping the conversation in its tracks. 

"Steve, can I talk to Tony alone?" I asked through gritted teeth. The man gave me a short nod before leaving clearly glad to be out of this conversation. 

"Look. I know what you are going to say-" 

"Yeah, Tony, you do! We have had this conversation countless times." I stopped myself with a deep breath. I knew why he was mad. I know he needs someone to blame he just can't see past the easy target. "Look. I understand. I do. I know your hurt but you have to understand that... Bucky wasn’t in control. That wasn't him. What he did... everything that he did he regrets. You can't-"

"Don't. Don't tell me I can't hate him. Don't tell me I can't blame him! Maybe you were too young when it happened to remember-" 

"Shut up. You can't pull that card with me. I may not be as old as you Tony. I may not have felt their death in the same way but I did feel it" 

"Then how can you look at him?"

"Because, Tony, I can separate the man that he is now from the man hydra forced him to be. I know you need someone to blame I'm just asking that you blame the right people." 

"And I'm just asking for you to be on my side," Tony spoke with a shrug before leaving me in the kitchen. I pressed my face into my arms on the counter trying to calm myself down. The longer I sat there the more I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't know if it was from stress and frustration or my heartbreaking. Breaking for Bucky, who lost everything was forced to become a monster and is now being forced to live in that shadow and breaking for Tony who just wants justice for our parents. Deep down I know that he knows that Bucky isn't to blame but without placing the blame on Bucky the person who truly is responsible becomes a ghost trapped in the past.

I took a deep breath composing myself before heading back up to my room only to run into Bucky in the elevator. He kept his eyes on the floor when I got in pushing the number for my floor. 

"Bucky I'm sorry for-"

"I heard your fight with Tony." I rushed out cutting me off. 

"Oh?" 

"I came back down to the kitchen when I saw Steve 'cause I figured Tony stormed off like normal and I caught your guy's conversation. I didn't mean to listen it's just-" 

"It's fine. Really. It was about you anyway and it was nothing neither of us wouldn't have said to you so..." I said with a shrug. "I'm just sorry you have to hear Tony." 

"He's right you know," my response was cut short by the elevator opening on my floor. I sighed and held my hand out to stop the door before turning to Bucky. 

"Come on," I said jerking my head toward the hall. 

"What?"

"Walk with me," I said when he finally looked up at me. "Please" I added not wanting him to feel forced into anything he didn't want to do. He nodded before following me out of the elevator. 

"Tony isn't right. He's just stubborn. He can’t separate Bucky, the person you are, from who Hydra forced you to be and no one should be blamed for actions they had no control over." I kept my voice soft as if that would make him believe the things I was saying. 

"That doesn't matter. I did them." I sighed at his words abruptly turning towards him. I could see the slight shock on his face at the suddenness of my action. 

"Would you do it all again, right now, with no one forcing you?" I asked not backing down when his eyes widen at the question he clearly wasn't expecting. The silence stretched out between us before he spoke. 

"No, but that doesn't change the fact that I did." 

"You're right. It doesn't but it does prove that you are not the same man as the one who did those things. I want you to see that. You're good Bucky," I placed my hand gently on his flesh arm knowing he wasn't fully comfortable with people touching his metal one yet. He gave me a slow nod. I knew he didn't believe me. I moved my hand from his arm to his cheek to keep his attention before speaking again. "You are good Bucky. I mean it. There's no doubt in my mind. I don't want you to be trapped in the shadows of your past by anyone including you. " I gave him a soft smile and turned to go to my room leaving him to soak in my words. 

--- Bucky's POV --- 

"She's right you know?" Steve spoke from the chair in my room. "You deserve to be happy" I grunted at him. I wasn't listening to what he was saying, not really. I was more focused on the way her hand felt in my skin. She's soft and so kind it hurts. It feels like a lifetime ago that anyone showed me that kind of kindness and trust and in a way I guess it had been, a lifetime. 

"Bucky?" Steve's voice broke into my thoughts. "Are you listening?"

"Yeah," 

"You should just tell her how you feel Buck." 

"I told you, I'm not getting in between her and her brother any more than I already have." 

"She deserves to know how you feel maybe she feels the same," I let out a sigh at his words. 

"That's part of the problem. If she likes me back then she's going to be in a constant battle with Tony, and if she doesn't..." 

"She does Buck," 

"She tell you that?" His silence was all the answer I needed. I stood up from the foot of my bed amd walked to the door. 

"Are you going to go talk to her?" Steve asked slowly standing aswell. 

"I don't know yet" I answered before leaving. I let my feet guide me to where they wanted me to go, letting my mind run on autopilot and before I knew what was happening I was knocking on the door to Tony's lab. 

The shock on Tony's face didn't come as a surprise, I spent most of my time here staying out of his way. He made no move to let me into his space, not that I expected him to, so instead, I started talking. 

"I don't want to get between you and (y/n)." He masked his shock with anger and crossed his arms. 

"Then leave." I sighed giving him a soft nod. 

"Look, Tony, I know what I did was unforgivable and I don't expect you to... he over it or forgive me but I uh... I truly am sorry about everything. I'm not the same man I was when those things happen, which is not an excuse, but I'm not going to pretend to be the same person I was in the '40s either so if you really don't think you could ever forgive me, or tolerate me, then I will go because I love (y/n) more then I ever thought possible and I don't want to do anything to hurt her. She needs you more than she needs me and I'm not going to get in the way of that." Tony stayed still through everything, never giving away how he was feeling. When the silence stretched out for too long I spoke again. "I'm going to go back up to my room if you need me to go just... say the word." I turned quickly leaving Tony standing in the doorway with his eyes burning holes into my back. 

On the way back into my room I ran into someone almost knocking them over before I could apologize a familiar laugh stopped me in my tracks. 

--- Readers POV ----

"You should watch where you are going Buck," I said with a laugh " here." I slipped a hair tie from my wrist on to his with a smile " I think you need this more than me" Bucky let out a laugh that caused my heart to beat a little faster. 

"Yeah. Maybe." He spoke dropping his head down. 

"Where you off to?"

"Just my room." 

"Well, I don't want to keep you if you're wanting to be alone."

"It's fine. I don't mind the company. I mean, your company." I smiled up at him "(y/n), I... well I..." I leaned up onto my tiptoes to kiss his forehead. 

"It's ok, James. I understand. You can take your time I'm not going anywhere." He nodded and I made a move to step away only to be pulled in against his chest his lips softly placed on my own. They were gone before I had time to react. 

"I love you." My face split into a grin at his words. 

"I love too, Bucky." I slowly placed our lips back together in a soft kiss smiling when I felt his arms tighten around me.

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Harry Imagine

Dear Diary, Today I was watching tv when all of a sudden my brother walks in the house with all the boys. They were all laughing and talking and they didn't even know I was in there. Louis was about to say something about me but he stopped as he noticed I was there.

*flashback*

"I mean, be careful Harry. If y/n-" Louis cut himself off as he saw me. "Hey y/n!" Louis shouted. "Hey." I said not looking away from the tv. "Y/n, why don't you get off the couch and come socialize." "Omg... My brother... The Niall Horan... Wants me... To talk.... With his friends.... It's a dream come true..." I said sarcasticly. "Haha very funny! And they are your friends too." Niall said. I got off the couch and said hi to the boys. I hugged them all but as I got to Harry I just put my hands in my pocket and said 'hi'. It was awkward with Harry. I liked him. Niall of course knew this, but he always says things along the lines of, he's way to old for you. He also always talks about how old he is compares to me. He is about to be 20 and I'm about to be 16. Yeah, I know it's only 4 years, but it's still a lot. "Earth to y/n." I was snapped out of my deep thoughts. "You alright? You zoned out for a moment." Niall asked with a worries tone. "I'm fine. I was just thinking." "About what?" Louis asked with a smirk. "Nothing important." "Okay then." "Hey do you guys wanna go in the pool?" Niall asked. Everyone agreed and I went upstairs and changes into my swimsuit. It was a bikini that was white, orange, and yellow tie dye. I slipped on a pair of shorts not really planning on getting wet. I pulled my hair into a messy bun then went downstairs. "Took you long enough!" Niall said joking. I rolled my eyes then we all went outside. I sat down on a chair by the pool and the boys jumped in. "To lame to jump in the pool?" Harry said as he walked up to me. "Well it doesn't look like you have jumped in either." I said sassing back. "Touche." He said as he tried to keep a serious face. I laughed at his attempt causing him to laugh as well. "Why do you come in the pool?" Harry asked. "No thanks, I don't really wanna get wet right now." "Then why are you wearing a swimsuit." "Duh, so I can tan!" He rolled his eyes and said, "please jump in with me." "No harry!" I said laughing. "Well I'm sorry." Before I could say anything he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto my feet. Then he grabbed me by my waist and picked me up. He ran straight to the pool and jumped in with me in his arms. As we resurfaced a hit his arm playfully. "I hate you!" I yelled. "You love me and you know it!" I smiled a bit, and I hope he didn't notice. "What going on over here?" Zayn said as he swam over to us. "Nothing. Just talking." I said. "So not flirting?" He asked surprised. "No, why would we." Harry said through his teeth. "No reason." Zayn said. Then Niall shouted, "Leave the two love birds alone!" I started to blush a little at what Niall said. Then Louis yelled, "Look, y/n is blushing!" I hid my face in my hands and Harry just pulled me close to his body so I could hide my fave into his bare chest.

*after swimming*

We all decided we wanted to watch a movie. "Y/n?" "Yes Niall?" "Could you go get some snacks?" "Sure since your Lazy ass cant." "Harry why don't you go help her." Niall said. I mad an angry face to Nia and he made me a kissy face back. I walked in the kitchen with Harry not to far behind me. "I'd say let's just grab some popcorn and chocolate." "Okay, I'll get the popcorn." "Okay." We got the snacks and as.we walked back to the front room I handed the snacks to Niall and Louis. The boys were already on the couch. Leaving one seat. For the two people left. Harry and I had to sit in litterly the smallest seat in the house. "Seriously guys!" I said. "It's fine y/n. I'll sit on the floor." Harry said. I felt bad that he was going to sit on the cold and hard ground. "I don't mind if you sit here with me. As long as you don't mind either." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean I guess there is enough room for two." I said with a small smile. Harry sat down and I sat in the remaining area. I put my legs over his since that was the. Only way we could sit comfortably. Louis decided to pick out a horror movie. I wasn't too worried. I could normally handle how easily I can get scared by movies. Half way through the movie there was a jump scare and I jumped and latched onto Harry. He let out a small chuckle and I stayed like that for a few minutes. I soon realized what I was doing so I moved back to where I was before, and said, "Sorry, I just got really scared." "It's fine." He said with a smile. We continued with the movie and another jump scare happened. I did the same thing as last time. But as I went to move Harry stopped me. So I stayed like that the rest of the movie. After the movie I was terrified. I looked over and saw all the boys were asleep. The only two people who were awake was me and Harry. I started getting tired so I laid my head on Harry's shoulder and he said, "If you want I can move so you can go to sleep." "It's okay." I said as I looked at him and smiled. We sat there looking into each other's eyes for a few moments until he started leaning in. No way.... He wasn't... He couldn't.... Before I had time to process it his soft lips were on mine. As soon as I realized what was happening I started kissing back. As we pulled apart he looked at me. Then i snapped back into reality. "Um, I'm tired. I think I'm going to go to bed." I said as I fadtky stood up and went straight to my room.

*the next morning*

I was woken up by large warm hands shaking me. "Hey, Niall told me to find wake you up. Breakfast is ready." Harry said in his morning voice. Hard stood up and was about to walk out, but then he turned around and said, "Can we please talk?" "Whats up?" I asked hoping it had nothing to do with last night. But I couldn't be more wrong. "Listen about last night. I really l-" "Harry please stop." "What?" "This... Can't happen. We are basically four years apart. Your 19. And I'm 15." He looked hurt by my words. "That's just a number." "Harry..." "Please give me one chance." "It won't work Harry." "Then I'll wait for you. I wait for you to be old enough. I love you. And I don't want to loose you." "Ha-" "don't try getting out of this. I'm going to be waiting. I promise I'll be waiting. As soon as your old enough, I'll make you mine." I smiled and then he kissed my forehead. Then it was time to go out for breakfast. We walked out and my hand in his. As we got to the kitchen Liam said, "What's going in with you two?" While gesturing to our hands. We immediately separated our hands. I blushed a little.

*two years later*

(pretend all the boys are still GREAT friends and that one direction was still a thing.)

It's my 18th birthday. I'm not gonna lie. My crush on Harry never went away. If anything it got stronger. But since the day after we kissed. We never talked about what would happen for us. Harry has had a few girlfriends. Which I will admit it sucked seeing him with a bunch of other girls. I mean he said he would wait for me to be of age so we could be together. But that didn't happen. But I didn't really expect it to. I mean there are so many beautiful girls out in the world. And they would all be begging to be his. So it makes sense. He could basically have anyone he wants. It makes me sick sometimes seeing him with another girl. Currently he's not with anyone. But he keeps talking about how he really likes this one girl. And I guess all the boys are helping him ask her out today. Oh and I forgot to mention, they all forgot my birthday. Including my brother who I have lived with for 18 years! I changed into a pair of ripped jeans and a white flowy crop top and white high tops. Since I'm going out to hang out with y/b/f/n.

*at the mall*

"So do you think Harry still has feelings for you?" "Of course not. He's asking some girl out today." "I'm sorry." "It's fine." "I'm sure Niall will make your birthday amazing though." "Yeah, that is if he remembers it." "He seriously forgot!?" "They all did. I've been best friends with them for 8 years and I've lived with Niall for 18 years. And none of them remember my birthday." "I'm sorry." "It's whatever." "Well let's go back to your house and we can have a spa night." "Yessss! I've been needing one of those." She laughed and we headed back to my house. I hoped the door and immediately I heard, "SURPRISE!" I was completely shocked, but I saw all my friends and family. Including the boys. "I thought you guys forgot." I said as I hugged each of them. "We could never forget." Niall said. I hugged Harry but it was really awkward. "So how did it go asking that girl out?" "I'm not sure yet." "Well good luck. And let me know how it goes." I said, trying to be supportive. "I will, and I'll need it."

*few hours later*

We were all outside. There was a huge projector and we were watching a slideshow and videos of people saying happy birthday. Then came Harry's video. "Um hi, I honestly don't know what to say. To start off, Happy birthday! You are now legally an adult. About 2 years ago I made a promise. I said that I would wait until you were old enough. After a few months I thought you lost interest. So I tried to move on. I had dated a few girls, but they all said the same thing, they knew I loved someone else. I promised I would wait, and I never planned on breaking that promise. I've been in love with you since day one. Please, help me keep the promise I made two years ago, and go on a date with me?" I huge smile rose to my face as I turned around to see Harry. I hugged him tightly. "I can't believe you actually waited." He smiled. Then before I knew it I pressed my lips to his. Our lips moved in sync. We pulled away after a moment. "So, is that a yes?" "No, it was a no." I said sarcasticly. He faked a frown then I said, "Of course it's a yes." I kissed him again and then just hugged him. "Oh and just since you asked me to let you know how it went, the girl said yes." I shook my head and laughed.

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31 Day Angst Challenge

Day 4: Jealousy

So this idea is from my Riverdale fanfic but thanks to re-working some plot points I had to scrap it. But it really works for this challenge therefore I'm gonna use it.

Some backstory. Silver got shot and needed a heart transplant. There wasn't a viable donor, so her boyfriend Xander "Kuja" Maxwell (the nickname is a long story) says that if they can't find someone in time they can use his since he had the proper blood type and a girl getting a man's heart doesn't often cause too many problems, if the size difference isn't overly huge. (I did alot of research for this). A donor does come in but he doesn't tell them so everyone thinks that he died to save her. She is very obviously upset. Six months later she starts hooking up with Harley Sterling. Five months later she stops seeing him because it was becoming too serious. A month later Kuja comes back. Everyone is none to pleased with him. He explains himself and after a while Silver and Kuja are beginning to get close again. This is how Harley reacts.

Some swearing

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So maybe I was moping. Maybe I deserved it.

Sylvia Nightengale was never someone I ever pictured myself with and not just because she was my little sister's best friend.

She had a boyfriend. She was in a gang. She was four years younger than me. She was loud. She was stubborn. She could take everything I threw at her and fire it all back.

And then she got shot. For a second time. And her boyfriend died so she could keep living. She had been so messed up. And then she went to that stupid party. She had said she needed a change. I wasn't sure that's what she got when she got with me.

We had gotten drunk, both of us. Then somehow we had ended up on a bed upstairs kissing with our clothes all the way off.

She was amazing in bed.

She was smart.

She was funny.

She didn't take any of my crap.

I had been falling in love.

She had been having a distraction.

She realized it. Of course she did. The girl was insane, not an idiot. She knew I had started falling for her and she broke it off. I tried to act cool, after all I wasn't called the king of one nighters for nothing.

But damn it had hurt.

She used me and threw me away and yeah, I saw the damn irony. I had done the same to all the girls I had slept with. Maybe it was Karma. Maybe it was just bad damn luck that I feel in love with the only girl in Riverdale that would never love anyone more than her first boyfriend.

Then the bastard came back from the dead. Maybe I had a shot at winning her back, but now it was hopeless. You could see it. Whenever they were in the same room it was like someone a flipped a switch in her and she'd just start glowing. They didn't even have to look at each other or be touching in anyway. They just had to be in the same room and they glowed.

It set my damn teeth on edge.

And now they were over at the house and they were together again, and she was happy, and smiling in a way that I hadn't seen for a full year. She was happy. And it should have been good. I should have been glad that she was back to herself and that she was content again and not sad and bleeding.

But.

But I wanted her to smile like that for me. I wanted her to look at me with those big adoring eyes.

Every time she brushed her hand against him, every time she leaned into him, every time she touched him, my vision went red. Every time Kuja smiled at her and gave her a little innocent kiss on the cheek or forehead, everytime he looked her way, as if she was the only thing that mattered to him?

I wanted to take one of dad's deadly kitchen knives and slit his throat.

He had no idea what Sylvia had been like after he had "died". He knew her past, he knew all the shit she had been through and he still did it.

And they he came back and expected her to fall back into his arms as if nothing happened?!

My only bright side was that it had taken Sylvia a damn long time to forgive him. And even longer to get back with him. But everyone knew it would happen. They were just so damn obvious. People would have to be completely oblivious, deaf and blind not to realize how much they loved each other.

I never had a chance.

I knew that and yet--

"Harley, you're attacking those potatoes like they killed one of the dogs." Louis said blandly.

"Something on you're mind, oh king of migraines?" Jessie questioned.

"Shut up Queen Jessie or I'll dump all your skin care products down the sink." I snapped at my brother. Jessie and his boyfriend, Luke, I think that was his name, looked at me in horror.

"Come on Harles, don't be a mister frowny pants." Sylvia teased me gently, "everyone knows that's Louis' job."

Come on play like we used too.

That's what she was saying to me. But you know what? I sooo was not up for a verbal sparring match with my ex.

Louis frowned. "You know what kid--"

"Oh my goooood." Frankie rolled her eyes. "You all can't go one dinner without doing this can you?"

"Admit it baby sis," Jessie said giving her a winning smile. "If we didn't you'd think we were dying."

"Can we not say the D-word, please?" Sylvia asked and I just knew that have had grabbed her boyfriends hand under the table.

"Defenestration?" Louis asked.

"Dapocaginous?" Frankie chimed in.

"Dendrochronology?" Luke asked.

"Dentiloquent?" Frankie's boyfriend added.

"Dicks?" Jessie smiled.

Everyone groaned. I looked around the table, with a pit in my stomach. I pushed the plate away. "May I be excused?" I asked.

"You've barely touched your food," my mom said.

"I had a big lunch." I threw my napkin on my plate.

"Well alright I'll package it up for later in case you do get hungry."

Not bloody likely. I thought. I stomped up to my room and slammed the door collapsing onto my bed.

Everyone has some. Frankie has Aaron. Louis has Indiana. Jessie has Luke. Mom has dad. Will's got Bailey. Charlie has Maya. Sylvia has Xander back. Me and Sebastian were the only ones with out someone. And at least Sebastian has Kero, who is an actual good friend. But me?

I'm alone. That used to be fine. It wasn't until Sylvia had crashed into my orbit and thrown everything off kilter that I had realised just how lonely I really was.

I wanted it. I wanted what my brothers had. I wanted Sylvia goddammit!

I sighed and threw an arm over my eyes blocking out the light.

Time to admit it. I was jealous. I was so very jealous.

I picked up my phone and scrolled threw the numbers. I needed a good fuck to clear my head that's all. It had been what? Four months since I'd had a good screw?

God for me that was more like ten years. No wonder I was going insane.

I looked through their pictures. Finally I settled on one with hair so light it was almost white and light blue eyes. Her name was... Cynthia.

Right?

Yes, Cynthia. I remembered now.

She was in my auto tech class, and damn did the girl know her way around a wrench.

I tried not to think too much about why Cynthia appealed to me tonight more than any of my other girls.

It couldn't be because she was a blonde haired, blue eyed, car junkie who just happened to ride a motorcycle and wore a leather jacket most of the time.

Sonofabitch.

I must really have it bad.

I shook my head, trying to clear those thoughts away. The only thing that was important right now was that I was getting laid tonight. Anything else was redundant.

I shrugged on my own leather coat, slicked back my hair and grabbed my keys.

...It was a coincidence.

I shoved my fist through the wall of my room as I walked out.

One big, damn, coincidence.