#REMEMBER it’s fine to be Mad it’s good to let yourself feel Angry sometimes everybody does it’s what you Do To Deal W/ It that matters most

[spider-man-2o99]

just saw a post that made me so genuinely angry i said “what if i mauled you. what if i wanted to fucking hurt you like the joker” out loud so. methinks we’re just gonna go make some din-din until we can be Normal again now lol

[stanknotstark]

Commanding Loki (just kind of happens)

Summary: You’re not really sure how it happens but you begin commanding Loki, the God of Mischief, around. To everyone’s shock, he happily obliges to your commands. 

The first time you do it in front of the Avengers they all kind of stop in shock.

"Loki, get me a soda before you sit down." You told rather than asked the God.

You were too busy looking at a tablet Tony had lent you to see him stop in his tracks. He glared at the Avengers looking at him, ready to attack him as if he was thinking about attacking you for giving him an order. They weren't wrong but only because you did it in front of everyone. Probably.

He got you a soda and sits next to you, rolling his eyes at your nonchalant thanks. 

The next time it happened was kind of a life or death situation.

"Loki, leave the room right now and calm yourself," You checked Thor's pulse through the gushing blood which made him slippery as an eel, "You either calm yourself and I’ll let you back in or you can sit out there like a petulant child. Go."

Natasha looked at you as if you were crazy, her hands pressing a t-shirt to Thor’s wound tightly. Loki heeded her no mind though and did as you told him.

He was welcomed back within 15 minutes.

Next, you do it more to push boundaries because Natasha had a conversation with you after Thor's fiasco. She's finds it quite funny that he obeys you like it's second nature but if anyone else dared do it he wouldn't hesitate to threaten their life. Trust me, Tony had wanted to test his boundaries and tried to do it too. Needless to say, Tony wouldn't be doing it again any time soon, he was still pissy some very expensive pieces of furniture got destroyed.

So one day while you and Loki are hanging out with Natasha, like you all consistently do because you three enjoy silence but companionship at the same time. You look across at Nat and grin, making sure Loki doesn't see it and commence your plan.

"Loki," Loki looks up from his book on midguardian foods newly introduced from 1996 to 2010, a questioning frown on his face, "Pass me the remote."

It's simple enough, nothing too strenuous. Yet.

"You have two perfectly functioning arms." Loki mutters but grabs the remote and gives it to you. You give him a genuine smile and you can see he has gone soft in the eyes before he looks at his book again. 

You glance at Nat with raised brows, she looks away with a smirk as you turn on the TV. Flicking through channels you finally settle on reruns of Stranger Things. Natasha gets interested and you kind of watch but mostly you're thinking about commanding Loki to do something else but what? Loki keeps looking at his book but you see him glancing up often to watch the show too.

"Hey, Cowboy," Loki growls at the name, it had come up when Thor told you he used to call him a cow for his horns, "Don’t sit like that you'll get scoliosis....if a God can get that." Loki who had slouched forwards blinked at you and sat up straight in shock from the bad posture. When you see him glower at the TV you smile, he's probably cursing midguardians for ruining his good posture.

"Thanks." You whisper.

Loki hums carelessly and puts his book down to instead watch the show. Natasha coughs into her hand (a hidden laugh, you knew Nat too well), Loki eyes her suspiciously, looks at you, then focuses back on the TV. You force yourself, with great resolve might you add, to not laugh. You let things settle again before you try the ultimate command.

"Ugh." You start, rolling your right shoulder around and poking at it as if it hurts. You're literally about to tell Loki to massage it for you but you’re struck by paralyzing shock. Loki had noticed your 'discomfort' and moved closer to you. Lifting his hands towards your shoulder he stopped and looked at you with a tilted brow, asking consent. 

Aww how sweet.

You nodded and shifted so he had better access to your back. One hand landed between your shoulders on your back and the other pinching the area where your shoulder met your arm and began massaging.

Shocked you let him staring at the TV but not knowing what is going on on the show. Loki and you had touched before so it's not so out in the left field that you're concerned but he was massaging you in front of Natasha. Your thoughts turned to mush as he pushes and pulls your body so he could access all of your back and starts massaging your entire back. You couldn't help the little whimpers and soft moans of delight. Not only was this man a God but he was literally gifted God like hands, unfair!

After letting out another whimper Loki stopped. You felt him shift back to his original spot and so you did too. Glancing at him you saw a hint of flushed cheeks as he stared at the TV distantly. Natasha was outright staring at him with both eyebrows raised to her hairline, it looked like.

Loki cleared his throat and left with an offhand excuse.

Once Loki left the area Natasha's eyes fell onto you. She smirked lecherously but said nothing about what had just happened. Turning her attention back to the show when you shrugged your shoulders, completely flustered. 

She asks, "So like, I don’t doubt Will is going to be found but does Barbara make it?"

You smile and settle into the couch, "You'll find out in a few episodes."

Natasha groans and you laugh. You know she hates not knowing but if she's truly desperate she can look it up on Google or ask Jarvis.

The next time you command him it's another crisis. 

In short, Thor and Loki are arguing, both clearly in a ferocious rage in the kitchen. All the team is there to experience it this time too.

"No, Thor, I cannot simply understand why you would defend those inept idiots you call friends. If you think they're in the right you’re more brainless than I thought!" Loki yells at Thor who now looks like a kicked puppy and your motherly instincts kick in.

"Hey!" Loki looks at you shocked, this is the highest he's ever heard your voice, and probably the angriest too because you just don’t get mad. You have the patience of a Buddha God, Tony likes to say. 

"You apologize to him right now, then you will listen to what your brother has say, and if you interrupt him I will show you just how minuscule a God can be to a non believer."

The entire kitchen is silent. Tony looks like he wants to flee the area, he's been on your angry side once before. Steve is practically engraving the table with his eyes. Natasha shrugs and continues eating her meal, the utensils clipping the plate the only noise in the room.

Loki looks at Thor and raises a brow. Thor, still looking at you, swallows and begins to talk, focusing on his brother again. 

"Im trying to learn but I don’t know how to stay neutral between your feelings and my friend's-"

Loki opens his mouth but slams it shut when you snap your fingers.

"-i do not want to offend anyone but every choice i make I offend you and I’m sorry brother, I truly am. What can I do to amend things between us?"

Loki glances at you to see if he may talk now. At your nod he says, "Start by supporting your brother sometimes. I don't ask that you stand behind every argument between your friends and I but you never fail to support them, it seems. You can't please everybody Thor, and you can't stay neutral forever, at some point you have to realize that you have to pick a side and who's side."

Thor has lost to kicked puppy look but he now frowns and nods, staring at the floor with guilt. Loki's hand comes up, hesitates, then he places it on Thor's arm for a second and swiftly leaves.

When no one moves for a few seconds you clear your throat and they all go back to whatever they were doing before the argument escalated out of proportion, you included.

You realize you may have tiptoed the line of being fair with that last command so you let it rest for awhile, give Loki some space. He of course notices your avoidance because Tony had asked you what was up between you both, stating that the God had asked him if anything was bothering you. Usually Loki came to you with his concerns, not being the type of person to talk behind someone’s back. 

You sigh and tell Tony you’re fine, that you’ll talk to him. So you head out from Tony’s lab and search for Loki. He isn’t in the living room, kitchen, or even his own bedroom. You remember him once stating that he likes read on the roof sometimes, Tony had build Loki a garden up on the roof at one point since Loki clearly missed the garden from home, Asgard. A small gesture but a true turning point for both Tony and Loki’s relationship you think. 

Walking out on the roof you don’t see Loki in the garden so you murmur a few expletives and make your way back to the door when a voice calls out your name. You follow the sound and find Loki hidden on a corner of the roof, sitting on the edge of the building. 

Walking up behind him you ask, “Can we talk?”

“You’ve never asked before, don’t see why you’d start now.” Loki says, no contempt in his voice though, it’s just very...neutral. 

You force out a small laugh, hearing your own tenseness in it, “Ya, about that..”

You sit next to Loki letting your legs dangle over the ledge like Loki does now. His legs kick every once in awhile giving him an almost childlike appearance. 

“First off, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Loki looks at you.

“I was out of line the other day with you and Thor. Not just then I’ve been, well, commanding you to do things for me and that’s...it’s not...right?” You finish lamely, your face a big grimace but you look Loki in the eyes when you apologize.

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” Loki says with mirth lingering in his words. 

“Well, ya, is there some other reason I should have?” You squint at him suspiciously.

“No.”

Loki looks at you with an innocent look on his face, which you know is pure bullshit, but you let it slide. Shaking your head with a smile you then look out across the open skyline below you. 

“Apology accepted.” Loki says after some time has past. Your shoulders, which had tensed involuntarily, now relax. 

You don’t react, well more like force yourself not to, when you feel Loki’s hand come to rest atop yours which had been supporting you on the ledge. Loki lets his hand rest there before he gets more confident and intertwines both of your fingers. You smile, finally looking at Loki who is already staring at you brazenly. 

“Kiss me.” 

“What?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

Loki smirks then leans in, his left hand coming to cradle your head at your jaw and kisses you. At first softly, as if testing the waters, then begins to put more passion behind it as you lean into him. His tongue gently swipes across your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let him explore. 

If you thought this man had God like hands....

When you’re both breathless you part but keep your faces close together. Your eyes roam over his face, noting how young he looks right now, how vulnerable, and bite your lip. Loki’s eyes drop to your lips and uses a thumb to pull your lip from your teeth lest you bruise them more. “Don’t bite them, it is my job to bruise them.” Loki says breathlessly. 

Much later, when it’s dark out, you both come back into the tower and make your way to the living room. The first person you see is Natasha who, legit, smiles at the look of you two. Tony who notices Nat smiling looks where she’s looking and whistles at the two of you who decide to share a love seat. 

“Shut up.” You command the two of them. 

You were sure the both of you made a pretty funny picture. Your hair was most likely tousled, too much so to just be from the wind, and Loki’s lips were nearly purple with bruising so no doubt yours were any less. Not to mention the both of you were too incredibly happy, which ya you being happy is normal but it was almost an alarming amount of giddiness and Loki doesn’t normally show his emotions so openly like this. 

Tony smirks, raises a brow and points the remote at the TV. “Stranger Things?” 

You, very much flustered, clear your throat and say yes. 

[brainrot-the-frog]

Arguments with the Hashira

《I only did *some* of the Pillars!》

《The Pillars x S/O HCs | Arguing》

《Giyuu Tomioka》

— Giyuu is not going to know how to act when you two have a genuine heated argument, if he's angry he's going to try his best to conceal his feelings which makes the situation much worse as you two continue on. He'd probably snap depending on how serious the conversation is.

— Now here's the thing, if you were the one in the right it's going to take a while for him to admit and apologize, however if you two stop talking you'll catch him staring at you like a lost puppy. He doesn't know how to convey his feelings and opinions very well but he'll sure as hell try if you two haven't talked in days.

— "I'm sorry for what I said.. I shouldn't have yelled like that..."

— Now if he was the one in the right then this is going to go very differently, he'll wait for you to apologize to him. Often giving you the cold shoulder and waiting for you to be vocal, you were the one in the wrong- he shouldn't be the first to apologize after your argument, he'll still say sorry for getting vocal though.

— "I forgive you.. I'm sorry as well."

— If you both were in the wrong he'd actually bring it up rather fast. He wants this to be resolved as quickly as possible.

— "We should move on from this.. please."

— when you two make up he's much happier, he'll hold your hand more often and give you more physical affection if need be. 

《Shinobu Kocho》

— Shinobu has you wrapped around a finger, whatever insult you throw at her due to your anger, or whatever thing you have to say to the point where you're yelling, she'll reply with a refute at every given chance. She's going to try and deal with the argument calmly albeit if you anger her she's going to reply much colder, she won't really yell but she will be spiteful in a way. You can already see the veins and her twisted smile beginning to show. It gets so scary if you argue for a while. She doesn't need to shout to get her point across.

— The sisters are gonna be sad when you two argue :(

— If you were right, Shinobu wouldn't wait around for so long, she'd want to apologize when you've calmed down and she's managed her feelings and has them in check. She'd approach you with a calm demeanor and wouldn't fake up a grin, she's wearing a serious expression on her face. She'd grab your hands and kiss your knuckles, then smile at you sweetly.

— "I'm sorry for angering you Love, I was wrong for what I said.. please forgive me."

— If you're wrong she's going to mock you a little bit, but then eventually demand an apology from you. She is NOT going to wait longer than a day or two, it'd irritate her to no end if you didn't apologize for longer than that. You'd have to muster up a damn good apology and give her an immense amount of affection to ease her mood. When you do she's all smiles and laughter and immediately goes back to teasing you.

— "Fine! I forgive you.. couldn't stay away could you?"

— If the two of you are both in the wrong she's going to turn the argument into a joke and call you as well as herself out on it. Would probably resort to teasing you and kissing you to change the atmosphere. Commence smooth talking and her beginning to flirt with you.

— "We're both wrong silly, lets move on please. I love you~"

《Kyojurou Rengoku》

— I mean– Kyojurou yells regardless? He'd yell at you but you can tell his tone of voice is calm, and still holds lots of enthusiasm depite the situation. Either he ends the argument himself, or you end it because you get tired of his hard-headedness. I don't think he has it in him to get genuinely mad at you, he just hopes he can get his point across without resorting to anger or snarky comments and insults. (Not like he has any of that- he's far too wholesome.)

— If you were right then he'll probably apologize on the spot, there's no doubt in my mind that Kyojurou would apologize first and without hesitance. If he's wrong then he's wrong, he isn't waiting around and will initiate a conversation with you the moment he wants to speak his feelings. He can't handle not talking to you for longer than a day.

— He'd miss you so much :(

— "I'm so sorry my Dear! I was wrong and I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me! I love you so much!" 

— He's saying that with such a warm smile, he takes you in a needy hug and cuddles you without even hearing your response. He just wants to be near you and have you stroke his hair. 

— If you were wrong he's telling you on the spot, "YOU'RE WRONG BUT I STILL LOVE YOU–" 

— He'd wait so calmly for you to apologize, you'd often catch him with his arms folded and his foot tapping the floor, he's beaming his signature smile and patiently waits for you to approach him. He looks like a golden retriever with the way he acts. If you're still upset with him and avoid him he's going to be hurt!

— "Haha! It's alright my Love! I forgave you a long time ago!"

— He's just excited to have you back, he takes you out that day, he takes you to dinner and constantly shows you off to any bystander the two of you come in contact with. He'll be locking arms with you and compliments you the entire trip.

— If you're both wrong he's going to be like Shinobu and attempt to ease the mood, he'd nod along and eventually hug you.

— "What were we even fighting for?! We're better than this!"

《Mitsuri Kanroji》

— STOP. YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE THE BABY CRY. I believe Mitsuri would tear up and try and talk back through her sobs, a heated argument isn't going to last long with her because you're going to be left comforting her or watching her walk out, holding herself. She'd be left in her estate, crying in her room until she had to leave. She's not even mad at you, the entire time all she wanted to do was kiss your lips and ask for you to tell her everything calmly. She actually didn't know what you were getting mad for.

— If she were to be mad she could man handle you so easily lmao

— Iguro HATES you if you make her cry, he'd try and throw hands SO quick! It'd be Mitsuri that would stop him despite the fact she's still sad. Even if the two of you aren't speaking she'd still make sure Iguro left you alone and gave you space.

— If you were right she's apologizing then and there, enveloping you in a tight warm hug as she cries on your chest. She wouldn't let go until you accept her apology and hug her back. If you don't accept her apology she's going to get so sad and walk out. If you do then she's kissing you for a good minute or two, she was so scared!

— "I'm so sorry for what I did! I won't do it again I promise!"

— Immediately wants to have a nap with you and cuddle! She's just so happy she can be in your arms again, expect her to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and pepper your neck with kisses.

— If you were wrong she's going to tell you and explain to you as eloquently as possible, no doubt she'd probably stutter once or twice but it's the effort that matters most! Again, I can't imagine her being extremely angry, she just wants this nightmare to end. She'd be impatient for an apology, constantly waiting for you to go up to her and just say sorry.

— "It's okay! I'll love you no matter what! You just get upset sometimes and that's okay."

— You'd probably be the one to realize if you're both wrong, she's quick to apologize but would deeply appreciate if the two of you discussed and settled your differences.

— "I'm so glad we made up! It felt like a fever dream!"

《Muichiro Tokito》

— Starting an argument with Muichiro is not going to work out in your favor, Muichiro can barely remember what bird just flew by, he's definitely not going to be very good at focusing on what you're saying when his head is too busy in the clouds. However if you do manage to get him to focus he's going to be anything but happy. He's actually rather serious and cold in response if you're shouting at him. He wouldn't exactly shout but he would curse a bit.

— If you're the one at fault, he's going to tell you right away, he's forward with what he says and how he says it, you can notice the subtle fumes of rage in his tone of voice. He doesn't really care for an apology, he just wants you to acknowledge what you said was wrong of you and go on with his day. He sees no reason in dragging anything out so when he speaks his mind he's walking away so you can process everything.

— "You need to sort yourself out.. I know you're upset but so am I."

— Now if he was the one at fault, you'd have to tell him and explain to him why that is. And when he realizes, he's not really apologizing but more so promising you that he'll never say or do the thing that upset you in the first place. He IS sorry though but expresses himself differently. He's trying.

— "I realize what I said was insensitive... I promise I won't speak that way again.."

— If you're both in the wrong you'd be the one to tell him that, it's not as if he thinks he's always right, he just disagrees with some things which sometimes can't be helped. He means well but can't show it half the time. 

— "Let's not fight anymore okay?"

《Tengen Uzui, Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru》

— It's not everyday you have an argument that reaches everybody, it would be so tense you'd catch yourself holding in the air within your lungs, scared at the idea of exhaling being your downfall. Tengen never wants to raise his voice at you, but sometimes even his emotions get the better of him and he can't help it. He cares so much about you but arguments tend to leave everything messy.

— Suma is tearing up when the argument starts, she holds onto you and whispers softly in your ear, begging you to calm down and not yell. Telling you that everyone was getting upset. She didn't want a bigger fight to start, she just wanted everyone to get along.

— Hinatsuru treats this argument as something that will eventually pass, she is so confident that this argument will be settled within the week. However this doesn't stop her from trying to calm you and everyone else down, she's the calmest one in the situation and would rather speak about your problems without the use of shouting or getting angry.

— Makio on the other hand, wants to hit you so bad for even starting an argument, this indeed worsens the matter terribly, Hinatsuru and Suma would hold Makio back so she didn't attack you. She loves you deeply, but this behaviour could wreck your relationship and that leaves her so scared. And the fact she was having those thoughts didn't sit right with her, more than ever she really just wants to hold you securely and fix this with a kiss.

— If you're the one in the wrong- welp, they are going to tell you without a moment of hesitation. You can't get away either as they'd sit you down until you apologize and tell them what's wrong without having to start fights.

— Makio is gonna slap you but make up for it later 

— "It's alright my girl- it happens to the best of us." Tengen rubs circles on your hands. Happy to have resolved the issue.

— Hinatsuru kisses your cheek and rubs your back, she's so proud of you for admitting your fault and being clear with everybody. "You're doing so well Baby, I'm so proud of you."

— Suma gets so soft, she'll give you lots of affection and will hug you for a while. She's glad you and Makio didn't harm one another and just wants to bask in the comfort of your embrace. 

— "Well- I'm sorry too.. I was just upset.." Makio turns away for a moment before she reaches her hand out and holds yours. She admits to being quite brash about the whole thing, she cares but has a different way of showing it is all! They all want to kiss you so bad.

— Now, if you were the one in the right, they're going to make up for it in a flash. Starting with Suma who gets teary eyed whilst bowing in shame, she's holding onto the hem of Tengen's clothes for a sense of comfort. Tengen is bowing also, with flowers in his hand.

— Hinatsuru is lowkey holding down Makio so she's bowing as well, however in her free hand Hinatsuru has a plate of your favorite treat "Please forgive us for not listening to everything you had to say, we're sorry."

— Makio brought nothing lmao- in the end though she goes out of her way to buy you a new blade. "I'm sorry for hitting you..."

— When you're ALL in the wrong Tengen is the one to bring up how lame it is you're all fighting in the first place. 

— "My girls.. this isn't FLAMBOYANT! We have to get over this!"

— When you all settle your differences you have a night out eating dinner and having fun in each others company. You're at peace..

— They're probably gonna bed you when you get home

[thestarsarealigning]

What the signs wanna do when they feel sad

Aries you usually want to indulge in the sadness. Watch YouTube videos of children being adopted and of dogs being saved to get all the tears washed out. When the weather is stormy, you will literally run outside to feel like you're one with the wind and be kind of glad that no one sees your tears in the rain. When it's sunny you get extra mad though, cause the weather doesn't match your mood. Dramatic much, babygirl? But don't let anyone tell you which emotions you should suppress (me included), suppressing anything doesn't make it better. Feel them all.

Taurus you probably pretend the sadness isn't there for most of the day, then break down when you're alone. Cuddling under the blankets, talking to your plants (it's not weird when it's working to get your mood better!) and maybe, just maybe, letting a roommate make you a cup of tea and talking it all through with them. It can help to let people in, but you're entitled to your secrets as well, if you want to keep them. However you feel safe.

Gemini when you're sad, you want nobody to know but you want everybody to know at the same time. You want to keep it private, but what you really need is the comfort of friends being there for you. You tend to not tell anybody because your sadness is so sudden, so immediate and groundbreakingly deep, that you don't think anyone else could deal with the surprise of it. But you really wish, someone would just magically know... and understand.

Cancer You want to feel seen in your sadness. It can be a challenge for you, because you're already so close to your emotions. So every time something sad happens, you might feel like you can't show it - everybody would be like "oh this again". What you do not know however, is how others admire your capability to feel deeply and show it. Not everyone is so connected to their inner self. Let it be a gift to you.

Leo when you are sad, you think you'd need an army to get you upright again. When actually, all you need is one single person who knows you, to listen closely. To tell you what you're good at and what you mean to them. Do not be afraid to share your pain, it could help so much to just let someone take some of the weight off you. You already know who you need to talk to.

Virgo when you're sad, you might find solace in some words you wrote down, in a book someone lent you, or in a song. It's through shared melancholy that you start to feel that you understand what you're really going through. That is an important tool you need to keep track of. The mediums that help you feel better are something that cannot only distract you, but more so deepen your comprehension for yourself, and therefore your sympathy for yourself. Use them often.

Libra The way in which you feel sad might not be understandable to everyone, as you tend to be unable to show all of it. Please know that there is no wrong way to feel the feels. You are worthy of support and you don't have to burst out crying just to prove how much someone hurt you. You might just know it yourself, deep in your mind. It's still worth explaining and it might even be good for you to open up about it. Maybe there will be a perspective you hadn't thought about.

Scorpio when you're sad, you're mad. You're mad at the whole world. And rightfully so one might say, cause it has lead you here. The thing is: you have a right to feel that way. You have been let down, and it's totally okay to feel horrible about it. "It's gonna get better" doesn't help you, because you live in the now. But maybe it helps to think about it this way: all emotions are true. All of them have a right to be here right now. You don't have to debase them, you can just... acknowledge that they are here right now, without judging yourself for having them. Just let yourself be angry right now. That's totally justified.

Sagittarius when you're sad, it's more often than not because of something a person did to you, often unknowing it would hurt you. Baby. Darling. Honey. It's gonna be okay. This is not the end, and I know it sucks to feel left out or just not understood, but sometimes other people do stupid things. Sometimes they lack the empathy and the understanding to get why that thing they did hurt you, and sometimes they just don't want to understand. But: there are others, others that will treat you right. And here's a little secret for you: the ones that are good for you outweigh the other ones by far. If not by number, then by power. One person makes you laugh? Makes all the dumb people small like bugs.

Capricorn when you're sad, it might help to channel your sadness through art, through writing or meditation. If you create something and pour all your grief into it, you can release so much more than just the pent-up emotions. You can release better energy to move forward. It doesn't even have to be good, or pretty, it just has to be yours. You don't have to show it to anyone. Just... make something.

Aquarius when you're sad, the world around you will usually know, but only those who pay close attention. You can hide quite a bit, but if you're not truly "there" in the moment, friends will notice your absent-mindedness. You have to give them a chance and let them in if you want a guiding hand. They might feel your sadness, but you are good at hiding, and nobody can really read your mind. Other people might know an easier escape than the one you could think of alone. The world can feel so light when someone has a surprising solution for your problem. Or, you know... Just a shoulder to cry on.

Pisces as you're a very caring person, the world feels upside down when you're sad yourself. If you don't care about all this and don't listen to horoscopes anyway that's fine, but just remember this one thing: others can only help you if you let them in. And there might be more love and understanding in store for you than what you could imagine to deserve. Your empathy and all the good you bring into the world do not go unnoticed. You will get this positive energy back to you, I promise. People are a mirror. And you my friend, emanate something pretty good to reflect back.

[scripts4dreamers]

I literally JUST sat down, pt. 5

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Six, Part Seven

AN: The case stalls, but no one’s willing to give up on you just yet. Characters: Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi. Pairings: Spencer Reid x reader Spoilers: None Warnings: Mentions of crime and violence, alcohol

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Saturday morning dawned cold and bright but you hardly felt rested. You’d spent the better part of the night trying to squash your panic, curled up under your duvet with your phone in your hand, convinced that the second you closed your eyes something terrible would happen. The facts of the case bounced around in your mind like wasps, angry and frantic, trying their best to get out, but it was no use. You simply had to accept it, someone you worked with was stalking you. They were stalking you and murdering innocent people in some sick attempt to fulfil the fantasy in their mind, and that put everyone in your life at risk.

You’d realized it the night before and the thought alone made you feel sick. Stalkers were, by nature, unpredictable so there was no way for you to know which of your friends would be a target. The stalker could see any of them as a threat and decide to take matters into his own hands. Your only comfort came in knowing that your parents were on a cruise near New Zealand, and all your friends were safe under Rossi’s roof. For now.

You sighed and forced yourself out of bed, pulling on the most comfortable set of clothing you had and shuffling downstairs. As you made your way into the kitchen you were met by a sea of friendly faces and your spirits lifted slightly.

“Morning, Sunshine,” JJ greeted sympathetically, “we were wondering when you’d be up.”

“What time is it?” You asked, accepting a cup of coffee from her gratefully.

“8:17,” Spencer answered, giving you a small smile.

You smiled back and looked around, doing a mental headcount of all the faces at Rossi’s kitchen island, “Where are Morgan and Prentiss?”

“Morgan went to meet the M.E.,” JJ answered, slinging a protective arm over your shoulder, “and Em-“

“She’s still in her room,” Garcia cut in, pushing a cupcake on a plate towards you, “she’s awake but she won’t come down.”

You frowned and looked at JJ for clarification. JJ sighed and gave you a gentle squeeze.

“She’s-uh-she’s taking this whole thing pretty hard,” she admitted softly, “she doesn’t want to admit it, but you know how she is.”

You nodded, “I’ll talk to her,” you said, pushing yourself away from the kitchen island and pouring a second cup of coffee.

You trudged up the stairs, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids with every step. Emily’s room was next to Morgan’s and, before knocking, you just took a minute to watch. Emily was sitting on her bed with her back towards the door, staring intensely at something in her lap that you couldn’t see and your heart dropped.

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Your stomach hurt from laughing so much as you watched the man Emily had brought over scamper off with his tail between his legs. Some real life FBI agent he’d turned out to be.

“That. Was. Brilliant,” you laughed, jostling her with your shoulder, “you, Emily Prentiss, are brilliant.”

“Why thank you,” she smiled, “god sometimes it’s too easy. It’s just too easy with these guys. What, do they think we’re stupid or something?”

It was girl’s night. The first you’d had in months and, quite frankly, you needed it. Your workload was killing you, and the weight of all the death you saw on the regular was making it difficult to find joy in anything anymore. Which was why you had your girls. Emily had dragged you all out to a local bar and plied you with alcohol until you were laughing and giggling like a bunch of preteens at a sleepover. It was wonderful, and you could feel yourself getting lighter and lighter with each passing minute.

“Almost definitely,” you agreed, taking another deep swig from whatever drink Emily had forced on you.

“Or they at least think we’re stupider than them,” JJ clarified.

Emily made a noise of agreement and rolled her eyes, “Which is why I personally have no interest in dating them.”

“Not that we could even if we wanted to,” Garcia pointed out, “I mean, who has time to date with this job?”

“Not me,” you said, “I haven’t been on an actual date in ages.”

“Well I’m sure we can find someone who’d be willing to take you out, Y/N,” Emily teased with faux innocence, “let’s think, ladies; who do we know who’s smart and funny, with a similar work schedule, who Y/N might be attracted to and who already thinks she’s wonderful?”

“Hmm,” JJ played along, “ooo that’s a tough one.”

“I’m stumped,” Garcia agreed, “oh wait! Here’s a crazy idea, what about Reid?”

JJ and Emily gasped, clutching their chests with looks of surprise so melodramatic that you couldn’t help but laugh, despite your embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Reid!” Emily agreed, “It’s perfect, Penelope Garcia you are a genius.”

“But wait, Y/N swears she’s not into him like that, guys, remember?” JJ joked.

“Ooohhh,” Emily and Garcia chorused.

“Well, I guess it’s hopeless then,” Emily joked, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “you’re stuck with me, Y/L/N.”

You smiled and kissed her back, leaving a lipstick smudge on her pale cheek, “Nowhere else I’d rather be, Prentiss. Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Garcia clapped her hands together in excitement and pulled out a camera, “Everybody say BAU!”

“BAU!” You all cheered in unison, collapsing into laughter the moment the flash went off.

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“Hey, you,” you greeted, “you not coming down for breakfast?”

Emily’s head snapped up and you caught a glimpse of the photograph in her hands. It was the one from that girls night, one of the last you’d ever had at the BAU. Not that anyone had known that at the time. You could see the resentment in her eyes, and the pain and you felt a sharp stab of guilt for everything you were putting your friends through.

“Garcia’s bought those cupcakes last night, they’re really tasty.” You continued, stepping hesitantly inside, “I could fetch you one if you’d like.”

“I’m not hungry,” she replied simply, “but I’ll take the coffee if you’re giving.”

You smiled and handed Emily the cup, taking a seat beside her on the bed. For a moment you just sat in silence, drinking your coffee together and thinking, but eventually the silence had to break.

“Em I know you’re mad-“ you started.

“Mad?” She interrupted with an incredulous laugh, “Y/N I’m not mad.”

“Yes. You are,” you insisted, “you have been ever since I came back to the unit. I mean, come on, you made me share a desk with Reid so that your purse had its own spot.”

Emily sighed and stared down into her cup, tapping her manicured nails against the ceramic, “Okay maybe I was a little bit mad,” she agreed, “but can you blame me? You left without saying goodbye!”

“I said goodbye!”

Emily rolled her eyes, “Not properly. You never really explained why. One day everything was fine and the next you’d handed in your resignation. It sucked, and I was mad,” she sighed, shaking her head, “and then I blinked and suddenly it’s a year later.”

“Time flies.” You agreed.

“Yeah! Yeah and a year later you still couldn’t tell me you hadn’t actually resigned?” She probed, “How’s that supposed to make me feel? I’ve been walking around like some sort of idiot thinking that you’re gone for good.”

You nodded and nudged her shoulder with yours, deciding to ignore the ‘gone for good’ comment and focus on everything else, “Well, hey, let’s make a deal. After all this is over, we’ll meet up at your tombstone and you can yell at me all you like for keeping you in the dark, deal?”

Emily snorted and you felt the tension lift, “Okay, point taken.” she chuckled. You hummed your agreement and you lapsed back into comfortable silence before Emily continued, “But hey, the desk thing worked out great. You and Spencer seem to be getting along again.”

You felt yourself flush with embarrassment, giving Emily the ammunition she needed to start teasing you mercilessly. It was nice, and familiar and it made you feel grounded in a way you didn’t realize you were missing before.

“You’re so predictable,” she laughed, “making sad puppy dog eyes at each other from across the room all day.”

You shoved her over, which she responded to with an indignant yelp.

“Yeah well, unfortunately we’ve got more to worry about than my abysmal love life,” you reminded Emily, “so will you please come back downstairs with me?”

You stood and extended your hand, which Emily took with a soft smile, letting you pull her to her feet.

“Okay, agent Y/L/N, but only because I’m hungry and I don’t want JJ to eat my cupcake.”

“Mmhmm,” you agreed sarcastically, threading your fingers together as Emily tucked the well worn photo back into her pants pocket.

She must’ve brought it with her from home, you realized with a start. She’d dragged that photo with her all this time.

It made your heart swell and you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “Hey, Prentiss?”

“Yeah, Y/L/N?”

“It’s still you and me, you know? You’re still stuck with me.”

She stopped, a soft smile creeping onto her face as her dark eyes softened. For a moment you just looked at one another, really seeing the person in front of you for the first time in a year. Then she squeezed your hand and you kept moving.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know that, you sap.”

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The rest of the weekend was as close to bliss as Spencer could imagine while working a potentially catastrophic stalker case. He didn’t know what had happened while you were upstairs talking to Emily, it wasn’t his place, but he knew that you looked happy when you came back down. Emily looked happy too and, when she took a seat beside him, she shot him a knowing wink, which made him blush.

After that, the team was back. Morgan had confirmed with the M.E that the newest victim hadn’t been drugged, and he had indeed been tortured before he was killed. He’d also confirmed that the contents of the victim’s stomach was another grizzly message from the killer; tandoori chicken and sparkling wine, the exact meal you always ordered at the little restaurant you went to after a long case. Everyone had gotten eerily quiet when that came out. But you moved on, going through case files and reports together in the hopes of coming across some common name. It was a fairly thankless task. The only plus side was how much time Spencer got to spend with you, reading files, pouring coffee, just talking in the garden during lunch. Spencer was giddy with it, and Emily noticed.

“Real subtle, Lover Boy,” she teased on Sunday night, as Spencer watched you disappear back into the house for a drink.

He flushed and looked away, “What-uh-I don’t know what you mean.”

Emily rolled her eyes but smiled fondly, collapsing into the outdoor couch next to Spencer, “Sure.”

Just then you’d walked back out, and Emily let the matter drop for the time being. By the time Monday morning rolled in, Spencer finally felt like they had a handle on things. The picture was still murky and undefined, but now they could at least grasp its edges and make out its overall shape. The team had a long way to go, but it was something, and they’d managed to get by with less in the past. Coming in separately had been Hotch’s idea. It was likely that the UnSub was watching the team and coming in together would tip him off to the fact that work was being done outside of the office. Secrecy was their biggest weapon right now, Hotch had reminded them, secrecy and surprise. The UnSub couldn’t know what they knew. Not now, not ever. It was essential to the investigation.

Spencer remembered looking over at you when Hotch said that. He remembered the way you’d looked, the nerves and anger bubbling underneath your calm demeanor, and the way that his resolve had hardened.

“So what have we got?” Morgan had asked, “Officially, I mean.”

Hotch pressed his lips together, “White male, late twenties to mid thirties,” he’d explained, “try and float the idea that we’re looking into an ex boyfriend from high school or college. Anything we can do to throw him off.”

Spencer repeated it to himself like a mantra as he walked through the FBI building and stepped onto the elevator, bound for the sixth floor. As more agents piled in, the hairs on the back of Spencer’s neck stood up and his anxiety spiked. Is it you? A voice in his head whispered as he glanced at the dark haired man from Sex Crimes. Or you? He wondered, as a sandy haired agent with a long scar met his eye. Is it any of you? The doors finally opened on his floor and Spencer practically leapt out, forcing himself not to look back and keep his pace as normal as possible as he pushed open the doors to the BAU.

Spencer was the last to arrive, just as planned and, because of that, you’d already taken your space at his desk. The sight of you looking totally at home surrounded by his books and files made Spencer unreasonably happy and his nerves settled. Or at least, they did until he noticed the particularly devilish look in Emily’s eye, and the lack of a second chair at his desk.

“Emily, where’s my chair?” He asked.

She shrugged, “How should I know?”

You looked up at the noise and smiled at Spencer, making his heart leap into his throat.

“Sorry, Spence, there was only one when I arrived. I looked all over the office but the other one seems to have just vanished,” you explained, pushing yourself away from the desk, “you take this one, I’ll stand.”

Spencer sighed, “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N, sit down. I’m fine with standing.”

“No, Spencer. I’m already taking up half your desk space. I’m not stealing your chair as well. Sit down.” You frowned.

“Y/N-“

“Spencer.”

“Or,” Emily interjected, with faux innocence, “you could just share the chair.”

You both froze, staring at Emily like she’d just grown a second head.

“Come again?” You asked.

“The chair,” she repeated, resting her chin on her hand, “you could just share it. Instead of arguing and wasting valuable time.” She shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “Just a thought.”

If looks could kill, Emily Prentiss would be dead. Spencer was considering pouring a bottle of water over her head when he caught your eye and blushed bright red. He hated how easy it was for you to undo him, how quickly he became completely obvious about his feelings towards you.

“We-we can’t share,” you stuttered.

“Why not?” Emily asked.

“Because!” You protested, “Spence is a germaphobe. He’d be uncomfortable sharing with me.”

“I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable,” he said without thinking, “not with you.”

You paused, surveilling him with a kind of softness in your eye that made his stomach all fluttery and weak. Emily watched the exchange with amusement, but didn’t interrupt, just waiting to see what happened as you and Spencer sized one another up.

“Okay then,” you agreed, “let’s...share. Somehow.”

Spencer fiddled with the strap of his satchel, but breathed an inward sigh of relief as the tension passed. The office chair Emily had left you with was a big one, and Spencer didn’t exactly take up a lot of space, but it was still tight. There was no getting away from casual touches, the pressure of your leg against his, the smell of your perfume clinging to your hair when it brushed by him, the low roll of your voice as you hummed along with the song in your head. Almost all of his senses were suddenly filled with you instead of empty space. The whole thing made his brain short-circuit. Maybe he hadn’t thought this completely through. As you read through a case file, Spencer caught Emily’s eye across the desk and mouthed ‘I hate you’ at her while you weren’t looking.

“You’re welcome,” she mouthed back, shooting him a wink as she turned back to her laptop.

You shifted in your seat, sending another rush of scent through Spencer’s nose.

“Is that-” he started, “are you wearing a different perfume than normal?”

You met his eye, a little confused, but played along, “It’s new, yeah. I bought it just over a week ago but it hasn’t been warm enough to wear it, why?”

“I’ve smelled it somewhere before,” he explained, riffling through the evidence box he kept on his desk until he found the right bag. He was acutely aware of your eyes on him as he sliced through the seal, reached in with a glove between his fingers and pulled out the letter that had been left at your apartment. He inhaled, filling his nose with the familiar scent, and his stomach dropped, “I knew it. Here, smell.”

You followed his lead and Spencer watched your eyes widen with horror when you confirmed his theory, “Oh my god, he scented the paper.”

“With a perfume you hadn’t even worn yet.” he continued.

“Which means he had to have known that I’d bought it, and that I’d intended to start wearing it soon,” you followed, “which means he must have been following me that day.”

“And if he was, there’s a chance one of the stores has him on camera. Do you remember when and where you bought it?”

“I do.”

“Get that information to Garcia, we’ll have to talk to the store owners before they erase the tapes, and then she can track your movements and see if anyone’s a little too close for comfort.” he said.

Your eyes lit up with that intelligent sparkle that Spencer had always loved, the one you got in the moments when a case finally started to seem solvable.

“Spencer Reid, you are the key to everything, aren’t you?” you teased.

He opened his mouth to respond, his cheeks already flushing bright red, when Hotch’s door opened and their team leader stepped out, a stony expression on his face.

“Alright everybody,” Hotch’s voice boomed through the bullpen, “briefing room now please. We’ve got a case.”

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I Forgot That You Existed : Chapter Nine

A/N: Chapter nine is here. It’s showtime. Kind of a musical chapter. The concert part is completely based on Taylor Swift’s Reputation Stadium Tour you can watch the concert for better visualization of that part. Only one more chapter to go before the epilogue. Hope you like this chapter. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary : It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings : none

Mini Playlist : Are you ready for it, I did something bad, Gorgeous, Delicate, Shake it Off, Style, Love Story,You belong with me, This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things and Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift

After reading out the letter you let out a deep sigh you felt a little giddy as you shakily folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. You sat on the bed immersed in deep thought for how long you don't know. The words written in the letter were constantly reeling in your mind. You felt as if someone had placed a mirror in front of you and you can’t hide from your real self. You were snapped out of your train of thoughts when you heard Harry going off about something. You went out of your room and stood on the corridor upstairs holding on to the railing as you looked down to see everyone gathered. 

"What happened?" 

"Tom is not answering his phone, he said he would return by afternoon and it's almost evening now." Sam said. 

"I'm so done with his careless attitude, what does he think of himself?" Harry grumbled. You puckered your face thinking suddenly you remembered something. 

"Okay guys calm down I know where he could be." You went to your room to grab your bag and came down the stairs. 

"Don't worry I'll bring him back before dinner." You said before leaving. 

The cliff top was the only place you both used to go when you felt down. So you started to walk in that direction. The sun was setting and as you had guessed you could see him from a distance sitting there. You went to one of the stalls and bought two beers before going up to him. 

"I knew I would find you here." You said nonchalantly. Tom turned his head. 

"Oh.. Hey" 

"Why aren't you answering your phone? Everybody is worried for you." 

"Sorry didn't mean to bother anyone." 

"Here." You handed him a beer bottle. As you sat beside him, you clinked your bottles taking a sip you spoke. 

"So how are you doing?" 

"Fine I guess." 

"You wanna talk about it?" 

"No. " You scoff rolling your eyes and grabbed his jaw making him face you. 

"C'mon talk to me"

"There's nothing to talk about Y/N, I'm fine, really fine." You turned your gaze to the horizon letting out a deep breath. 

"Why did you let her go?" you said softly.

"Because that will be best for us." 

"But you were in love with each other." 

"Maybe. Or she was just in love and I was looking for a distraction which I had mistaken as love" 

"See nothing has ended Tom if you want I'll go talk to her and apologize for everything." 

"You don't need to do that, you haven't done anything to apologise. It was all my fault whatever happened today and six year ago I'm to be blamed. My insecurities made me indecisive. For the first time in these six years I have made the right decision." Tom ranted. 

"I'm sorry Y/N I'm really sorry for everything." You placed your hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey if you're to blame then I'm equally guilty too. Everyone told me to sort out our differences but I didn't. Moreover, I hid the truth about our baby from you and your family. I'm sorry too. And if I wouldn’t have come here in the first place none of this would happen." 

"By the way, sorry for ditching you today at the rehearsals."

"Though I was mad at you before but now it's okay." 

“Is it ok for you to drink cold stuff before your concerts doesn’t it affect the throat?”

“It’s absolutely fine mom. Plus I need it, you know, stress relief.”

"Hey you remember when we were in high school we sneaked out to go to that party our parents told us not to go and got really drunk and your parents caught us late at night when you were trying to get into your house through the window." 

"Oh that was a hell of a night and we got caught all because of Harrison who tripped on one of our flower pots in the backyard breaking it and waking up my parents." You scoffed. 

"Then my parents told both of your parents. And we all got a two hour lecture the next day with one month being grounded." 

"You and Haz always used to fight when we were younger." Tom chuckled

"Yeah because that div had an annoying habit to pull my hair. And you know how much I hate when someone touches my hair" 

"By the way I watched your recent movie it was really good." 

"Thanks" 

"Though I felt the intimate scenes were quite sloppy" you stick out your tongue and chuckle. Tom rolled his eyes.

“Because you weren't there princess I don't get the feel and passion unless it's you.” He winked. You rolled your eyes.

"Your new album really took me by surprise. I was left wondering where did my naive country girl go?" 

"Had to put some people in their place." You gave a sly grin. 

"That was hell of a comeback." 

"Sure it was.. Going by the words of the media, 'PHENOMENAL!', 'RECORD BREAKING!', 'SAVAGE!'." You both giggled. 

"I thought you didn't like my songs."

"Oh C'mon, you believe that?" 

"I haven't been here around six years. A lot of things have changed so who knows?" you shrugged. 

"This feels good... Us together having heart to heart conversations like old times." Tom said. You hummed lacing your fingers with Tom's, resting your head on his shoulder. 

"You sent the VIP passes to Mrs Nelson?" 

"How can I forget our little special guest."

"Vienna is such a sweet girl that reminds me of…" you stopped as memories of when you were going to be a mother flashed in front of you. 

"I don't know why I'm sharing this but we were going to have a girl." You mumbled placing your other hand on your belly. 

"You know the time when Destiny was inside me." You said fiddling with his fingers. 

"Destiny?"

"Yeah I had thought to name her Destiny. I know it's silly." You shrugged. 

"No it's actually cute." 

"Those were the most precious moments of my life. A tiny speck of life growing inside me that we made, accidentally though.” You gave a low laugh.

“Motherhood is a whole new feeling.She would have been the same age as Vienna and maybe we would have been celebrating her 5th birthday here." You said with a hardened gaze. 

"Sometimes I really feel she might have known that I'm going to be a horrible mother that's why she left me." 

"Hey don't you ever think like that you would have been the best mom." Tom said with a serious tone looking at you.

"Hmm.. I really missed you." You snuggled into him. 

"I missed you too." Tom pecked on your hairline. 

"So what did you actually miss about me?" 

"Umm.. let me think, I definitely missed the face you made after losing in golf. You were such a cry baby" you chuckled.

"You are never letting that go aren't you?"

"Nope" 

"Then I missed your half burnt pancakes." 

"I missed your soft curls and I mean it" you ruffled his hair with your hand. 

"I honestly hated your buzz cut. It was so depressing for me to see you without the curls I adore so much. I felt so angry on the Russos I thought of giving them an earful for why they made you cut your hair." 

"But I felt really good, no need for styling. And what about you? You also cut your hair short." You straightened yourself. 

"Hey! That's a bob cut that has nothing to do with your buzz cut. I atleast had hair on my head." You retorted. 

"Okay.. what other things you missed?" 

"I missed your unruly eyebrow" you brushed your thumb over his eyebrow. 

"I missed your crooked nose." You booped his nose with the tip of your index finger. 

''I missed your smile and your soft lips" your hand rested on his cheek. 

"And?" Tom said in a low voice your faces were inches apart as you breathed heavily.

" I..I" you stuttered as you glanced at his lips. Tom licked his lips watching you enigmatically. You cleared your throat and pulled away immediately. 

"Never mind what did you miss about me huh?" Tom was snapped out of his trance as he blinked his eyes a few times. 

"What did I miss?" 

"Uh.. I missed watching sunsets like this with you." 

"I missed the priority access to your new album and listening to them up close. You are still not going to tell me about the song you are going to sing in the end are you?"

"Nope you have to wait mister that's a surprise. Okay now continue" 

"Well I missed this adorable face, I missed these beautiful eyes which could read me like an open book, I missed this captivating smile which can light up my whole day, I missed you so much." He tucked in the loose strands of your hair flying in the sea breeze behind your ear. 

"Y/N I.. I" 

"No Tom, don't say those words. Don't make it harder for me to leave than it is already." 

"Then don't leave." Tom hold on to your hand. 

"We don't have a choice Tom." You got up. "Now come on let's go back before everyone gets even more stressed than they are already for us." 

Your heart crumbles under the weight of the fact that the love you share isn't enough for either of you. You could finally tell that you want to live your life with him. But you don't want to get carried away with the misconception of proclamation of love equates to a happily ever after. You know your realities are not aligning. 

Tom stood up and laced his fingers into yours. You smiled and gave a little squeeze to his hand as you both walked down the road hand in hand. 

Tom looked at you intently. He wanted to hold on to you tighter and believe that maybe this time things would work out as he had dreamed of once but he knew you had let go long before that. You are hurt and scared to fall in love again. And he is desperate to try and make you realize that your long lost love is still alive and wants to come back to you. You just need to open your arms and embrace it. 

"Here I brought back your brother safe and sound." You said reaching home. 

"Why do you have a phone if you're not going to answer it?" Harry scolded Tom. 

"Okay it was my fault I'm sorry." 

"Guys I have an announcement. As you know tomorrow is my concert so I have arranged VIP passes for you guys." Everyone cheered. 

………………….......

Next day went really fast as the time came for your concert. Thousands of people waiting on the ground just to get a glimpse of you and listen to your songs. Your heart was racing even after performing so many concerts the anticipation was killing you as you got ready looking into the mirror touching up your makeup for the one last time. 

"Y/N are you ready?" Tom said, his jaw dropped as you turned around. 

"Wooww! You.. You look ravishing." You giggled. 

"Thanks Tom." 

"Okay it is going to start in five minutes. Don't worry everything will be fine, I will be there backstage." 

"Tom, Tom, relax , you seem to be more stressed than me. I have done this before a lot of times. You just enjoy the show, I got this." 

The stage was set, the stadium was full, the crowd cheering at the top of their voice as the show began. 

Pre recorded song playing

Baby, let the games begin

Let the games begin

Let the games begin

Baby, let the games begin

Let the games begin

Let the games begin

The screen doors slide open as you enter the stage. Audience went crazy cheering loudly. You stood in the center and pulled down your hood of the jacket you were wearing and started singing.

“Knew he was a killer first time that I saw

 him loved and left haunted

But if he's a ghost, then I can be a 

phantom

Holdin' him for ransom

Some, some boys are tryin' too hard

He don't try at all, though

Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so

I see nothing better, I keep him forever

Like a vendetta-ta

I-I-I see how this is gon' go

Touch me and you'll never be alone

I-Island breeze and lights down low

No one has to know

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be with you

So I take my time

Are you ready for it?

Me, I was a robber first time that he saw me ............”

You continued singing. After the song ended you paused to look at the whole stadium as the audience cheered loudly. You peeled off the jacket to reveal the bodysuit you were wearing. The notes for your next song started playing.

“I never trust a narcissist

But they love me

So I play 'em like a violin

And I make it look oh so easy

'Cause for every lie I tell them

They tell me three

This is how the world works

Now all he thinks about is me

I can feel the flames on my skin

Crimson red paint on my lips

If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing

I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming

They say I did something bad

Then why's it feel so good?

They say I did something bad

But why's it feel so good?

Most fun I ever had

And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could

It just felt so good, good”

Fireworks went off, it was spectacular to watch. 

"Holyy!! Shit!! Man she's literally a queen. Just look at her." Ed exclaimed. Everyone agreed to him as they all witnessed you in your full glory from the VIP seating area. 

“That’s my girl!!!” Zendaya exclaimed.

“I never trust a playboy

But they love me

So I fly him all around the world

And I let them think they saved me

They never see it comin'

What I do next

This is how the world works

You gotta leave before you get left

I can feel the flames on my skin

He says, "Don't throw away a good thing"

But if he drops my name, then I owe him nothin'

And if he spends my change, then he had it comin'

They say I did something bad

Then why's it feel so good?

They say I did something bad

But why's it feel so good?

Most fun I ever had

And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could

It just felt so good, good

It just felt so good”

(Loud cheers from the audience.)

"Well good evening Cornwall!! And welcome to the Reputation extended Stadium tour beach carnival concert." 

"You know guys I have been coming to this area since I was about 15 years old. So it's a good long history between us. And I want to say thank you for a few things. First of all having been to Cornwall as many times as I’ve been here, I know how many things are available for you to do on a Saturday night. You have lots of options and you decided to spend your Saturday evening with us. Thank you so much!!" Audience cheers loudly.

"You may have heard this. It’s a little known fact. This is the last night of the beach festival and my tour." audience cheering. 

"And so you decided not only to spend your Saturday night with us, but to come here and commemorate the last night of the festival. That is such a beautiful thing."

"Thank you for deciding all of those things tonight. I would even say it’s something even more than beautiful. It’s like a step above beautiful. What’s the word for that, Cornwall?"

Voice echoes "Gorgeous"

"That’s the one." You chuckle. 

Notes of Gorgeous playing

“You should take it as a compliment

That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

You should think about the consequence

Of your magnetic field being a little too strong

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us

He's in the club doing, I don't know what

You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

You should take it as a compliment

That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

But if you're single that's honestly worse

'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

(Honey, it hurts)

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die”

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?”

"And now Cornwall I would like to introduce you to the incredibly talented gorgeous women of the tour." 

"Make some noise!!!" the audience cheered. 

"For Jazz!, Maria!, Gracie!, Kamilah!, Jeslyn!, Melanie!, Nadine!, Stephanie!, Yoe!, Eliotte!" 

"And I'm Y/N." 

"Thanks for hanging out with us tonight!" 

You resumed singing. 

(Medley of Style, Love Story and You belong with me.) 

As the song ended the crowd erupted in cheers you looked up to the whole stadium smiling. You turned your back to the audience and strolled sensually and again turned around throwing your voice to a higher pitch.

“You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like (crowd screaming)

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh,

It's been a while since I have even heard from you

(Heard from you)

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads but I

Watch it go round and round each time”

''Cornwall will you please make some noise for my incredible band?!" crowd cheered. 

“We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

I'm standin' there

On a balcony in summer air

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

See you make your way through the crowd

And say, "Hello"

Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

And I was cryin' on the staircase

Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Chords of you belong with me playing......

“Oooooh, I remember you drivin' to my house

In the middle of the night

I'm the one who makes you laugh

When you know you're 'bout to cry

And I know your favorite songs

And you tell me 'bout your dreams

Think I know where you belong

Think I know it's with me

(audience cheering)

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?

Been here all along, so why can't you see

You belong with me

"Let me see you jump!!" You jumped in your place singing, the audience jumped along with you too.

“Standin' by and waitin' at your back door

All this time, how could you not know, baby

You belong with me

You belong with me

You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me

You belong with me”

Loud cheering as you bowed and went backstage. 

"Man she could wage a war against the world just look at the crowd." Harry joked.

"Couldn't be more proud of her. She has come a long way" Harrison said

“I knew how much you love to sing that song” Tom quipped handing you a water bottle. 

“Fuck off!” Tom chuckled. You quickly slipped on to a new costume and went back to the stage. You performed a couple of songs from your album.

(soft notes playing in background) audience cheering

"I LOVE YOU Y/N!!!" A fan screamed. You smiled. 

"Are you having fun yet?" You listen to the audience scream yes.

"Oh good.. You know you may notice this…"

"Not sure if you  picked up on it yet I'm pretty sure you have, though. Have you noticed that you have a light up bracelet on your wrist?" the whole gallery got lit up as everyone raised their hands. 

"There they are." Crowd cheered. 

"So pretty." 

"Um… but that's not the only thing about them, the reason why I wanted to have those on the tour to make sure no matter what I would see every single one of you in these stadiums. So if you are on the top, top deck, last row and you think I can't see you that would be incorrect. I can see every one of you dancing, throwing your hands up in the air. And the top of that I can hear you… "

"It really seems you guys have memorised every single word to the songs and so not just singing them but like…." 

"Screaming them." 

"If I had to take a guess I would say one thing that probably everybody has in common I think I would say that one thing would be…" 

"That all like the feeling of finding something real like… you know finding real friendships, real love or somebody who really gets you or somebody who is really honest with you." 

"I think.. I think that's what we're really all looking for in life and…" 

"I think the things that can scare us the most in our lives are the things that we think will threaten the prospect of us finding something real. For ex- having a bad reputation in our mind would get in the way of you… Finding real friendship, real love, real acceptance, people you really fit in with because you think to yourself what if they've got the preconceived notion about me that they heard from gossips and rumors." 

You sang Delicate whilst you got up a hydraulic suspended stage. You waved to the crowd taking a tour of the whole stadium in it. As the song ended you were back again on the stage. 

"Allright Cornwall, I… just decided to go… A little exploring around to see… If you guys are having a good time back there." you walked around the stage.

"Are things fun back here? Alright well would you dance with me?! What do you say?!"

“I stay out too late, got nothin' in my brain

That's what people say, mmm hmm, that's what people say, mmm hmm

I go on too many dates, but I can't make 'em stay

At least that's what people say mmm mmm, that's what people say mmm mmm

But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop moving

It's like I got this music in my mind, sayin' it's gonna be alright

'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off

Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break

And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off

I'll never miss a beat, I'm lightning on my feet

And that's what they don't see mmm mmm, that's what they don't see mmm mmm

I'm dancing on my own (dancing on my own), I'll make the moves up as I go (moves up as I go)

And that's what they don't know mmm mmm, that's what they don't know mmm mmm

But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop grooving

It's like I got this music in my mind saying it's gonna be alright

'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate..........

You sang as you climbed up an elevated platform. 

Hey, hey, hey”

“Just think while you've been getting down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats in the world

You could have been getting down to this sick beat

My ex-man brought his new girlfriend

She's like "Oh my God", but I'm just gonna shake it

And to the fella over there with the hella good hair

Won't you come on over, baby, we can shake, shake, shake, yeah oh”

You were about to do a free fall as the dancers below raised their arms to catch you but you stopped. 

"Nah...No, one second. I don't care if this is a promotional concert, I'm not gonna jump off from here. Sometimes people can get bitten by snakes.. dangerous." The audience laughed. Tom facepalmed laughing at your antics in the back stage. You came down running from the elevated platform panting as you went to the centre and let out a high pitched shriek. 

“Yeeeeaaahhh!!!” 

'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate (haters gonna hate me)

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off

Song fading away. You went for another costume change and came back with your guitar and addressed the crowd. 

"So you guys I was wondering if, um… If it would be all right with you if we just had a…

You were cut off by Joseph who came up to you and handed you a tissue bending down on his knee. 

"Thank you so much…" you took the tissue. "There's a.." 

"I feel like it's important to be honest with you guys. I have a tiny miniscule cold. Do not mind this.. This is just gonna be me blowing my nose. I'm gonna turn around and do it." 

You turned around and blew your nose. Then you hand over the tissue back to Joseph. 

"But I what.. I really think it was all good to take note of how Joseph presented me with the tissue. This is the best thing I have ever seen. Never in my lifetime has anyone presented me a tissue with such commitment."

"Umm so okay guys wanna talk to you about something. I propose the idea that we spend some time with just you and me and the guitar." 

"Is that alright with you?" 

"So one thing that you guys have always been.." 

"Really uh…" 

"Really not just supportive about but you've, um… Cause that sounds like you were understanding of it." 

"You've really encouraged me to experiment with my music and try different things, different sounds, try different instruments. "

"Um… you guys were always the ones pushing me to experiment and grow. And I really appreciate that." 

"Cause…" 

"I have had so much fun, switching up you know, styles of music, genres… um.."

"My relationship with you and how much we interact on social media platforms, at shows or at my house." 

Fans scream

"I am.." you chuckle

"I know from our conversations that you guys are so all about lyrics and all about feeling, all about whatever that the person you listen to is singing about what you happen to be going through, or did go through at some point in time, I.." 

"I think that's kind of all you care about when it comes to a song. So I've always written songs with the lyrics, the feeling and the melody in mind. That no matter whatever it took a turn after production be it pop or acoustic or whatever. I always wanted for a song to be able to be stripped back down and still be something that you liked and wanted to sing at the top of your lungs." 

"So before leaving I wanted to gift you guys something."

"You guys are going to be exclusively listening to an all new song from my upcoming unreleased album." 

The audience roared. 

You started playing the guitar and closed your eyes as you sang. 

“We were in the backseat

Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

"I rent a place on Cornelia Street"

I say casually in the car

We were a fresh page on the desk

Filling in the blanks as we go

As if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead

Leading us home”

You pour your heart out as you sing. 

“And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name

And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again”

Tom listened to the song carefully as he understood why you said it was a surprise. Because this song tells the story of you, him and the love you share. 

“Windows swung right open, autumn air

Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours

We bless the rains on Cornelia Street

Memorize the creaks in the floor

Back when we were card sharks, playing games

I thought you were leading me on

I packed my bags, left Cornelia Street

Before you even knew I was gone”

The memories of six years ago flashed in front of both of your eyes. The day when all went wrong, the day you parted ways and left. 

“But then you called, showed your hand

I turned around before I hit the tunnel

Sat on the roof, you and I

I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again”

You had tears in your eyes. 

“And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name (city screams your name)

Your voice went an octave higher. You want to bid adieu to this place as it only reminds you of him. The memories haunt you.

And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

You hold my hand on the street

Walk me back to that apartment

Years ago, we were just inside

Barefoot in the kitchen

Sacred new beginnings

That became my religion, listen”

You were transported to that time when you were together so in love with each other. Those lazy mornings you wearing one of his sweatshirts sitting on the kitchen counter looking at him making breakfast for you. So domestic it felt as you hoped to wake up to him like this everyday for your lifetime. 

“I hope I never lose you

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

Oh, never again

And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name

And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

I don't wanna lose you, hope it never ends

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

I don't wanna lose you, yeah

"I rent a place on Cornelia Street"

I say casually in the car”

You bowed in front of the audience smiling after the song ended.Tom wiped his tears as he watched you through the monitors in the backstage. 

Fans screamed in excitement. 

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things started playing in the background.

"Thank you so much for an incredible evening and an amazing tour. We love you." 

"Please give it up for the dancers!"

"Make some noise for the singers, Cornwall!"

You bowed

"Give it up for the band!" 

The whole team bowed in gratitude. You walked the lengths of the stage waving at the crowd and blowing air kisses. You ran to the other end waving and giving flying kisses. You went to the centre of the stage and bowed for one last time. As the stage descended, taking you down the stage as you waved goodbye and mouthed to the audience. 

"I love you guys"

As the show ended you went backstage and everyone hugged you and applauded for the marvelous show you put up, someone handed you a bottle of water to drink. But your eyes were searching for only one person and as you caught sight of him you ran to him. Tom was standing at a corner, arms crossed across his chest, smiling his eyes showed how much proud he was of you. You went and hugged him tightly. Tom gave a light peck on your cheek. 

"Darling, that was so good. Didn't know you were such a big star, you literally set the stage on fire." he said cupping your face. 

"Couldn't have done that without you. Thank you Tom. Love you so much. You kissed him on his cheek." Tom couldn't ignore the fact that unknowingly you told him you loved him. 

"Okay I'm going to get changed and join you at the little party the crew has thrown okay." You left. 

But Tom was in no mental condition to enjoy a party, not after listening to your confession. He felt time was slipping out of his hands as he could not hold you back. He straight away went home. 

You went to the hall where the party was arranged, you didn't find Tom there. 

"Hey Maria where's Tom?" 

"He went back" 

"Went back? Why?" 

"Don't know honey, you enjoy the party, this is all for you." You felt something was off. 

"Sorry Maria I need to leave too. You guys enjoy." 

Tom was the first one to return to the house. Others came back a while later. 

"Y/N just nailed it" Paddy chirped. 

"Can we have some dinner now? I'm starving" Tuwaine complained.

Everyone headed towards the kitchen as Harrison's eyes went to Tom. He was standing on the porch. He frowned and made his way towards him. 

"Hey man what's up?! The concert was damn good! Weren't you supposed to be with Y/N for the after party?" Harrison asked. Tom turned his eyes puffy red with tears. 

"Bro what's the matter?"

"Harrison I can't let her go, not this time." Tom sobbed. 

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It's All About You Tonight

Relationship: Loki × TransMale! Reader

Location: Asgard

AU: Loki's Guardian AU { MADE BY ME }

Warnings: None I guess

[A/N]

When I'm posting it, is the second day of July, which means my birthday. This is the reason why this one shot is about birthday. I'm old lmao. I hope you will enjoy this oneshot! ^^

1 month ago

"Can you say it one more time, brother?" Thor asked, looking at his brother with small confusion on his face.

It was one month to (Y/N)'s birthday. Loki was in room with his brother and some other people talking about the plan for guardian's special day.

"Alright. I will say this one more." Loki sighed and stood up. He had to explain plan for the fourth time. "Two week before (Y/N)'s birthday, I will give him a lot of work, so he will think about the things that he have to do and he will forget about his birthday." God explained. "Then I will give him a letter with things to do and here comes Thor. He will spend the entire day with (Y/N), helping him with chores and making sure he won't know about the surprise that we are going to make. Any questions? No? Great. Now we need to talk about the surprise..."

Today

(Y/N) was woke up by alarm coming from his phone. It was another day of hard work. Man signed and got out of the bed and then he noticed a letter on his bedside cabinet. (Y/N) took the letter and read it.

"Good morning, dear.

When you're reading this, I'm not on Asgard. I have things to do. Today I'm leaving you with my brother. Thor will help you with your chores and he will accompany you, so you are not going to feel alone. After you will be done with everything, in your room I will leave armor that I want you to wear and then meet me at 8.00 pm. in ballroom. Not later, not earlier.

Here are the things I want you to do today:..."

It wasn't anything new. Sometimes Loki had other things to do and he was leaving his warrior on Asgard with chores. It wasn't happening often.

(Y/N) sighed, thinking about everything he needed to do. This will be long day for him. Man walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. After that he made his hair and wore his armor that he was everyday. Then he ate breakfast, brushed his teeth and he was ready to start his day.

Guardian was walking around the castle, looking for a God Of Thunder. After 5 minutes, he finally saw him in one of hallways.

"Oh, hi Thor!" (Y/N) greeted taller man. "How are you doing?"

"Hello (Y/N). I am doing very well. How about you?" Thor looked at the smaller male.

"I'm good. Have you heard about Loki's plan?"

"I did. Are you ready to start this day?"

"Of course I am." (Y/N) smiled. "Loki told you where he is going?"

"Unfortunately he didn't, but I think it's nothing you should worry about. We shall go to work."

"Yeah, we should, let's go.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you? These weapons are really heavy." God Of Thunder asked, looking at Midgardian who was walking with weapons and putting them on it's place.

"You know that I thought other people are doing this?" (Y/N) murmured to himself, try not to fall.

"What do you mean by that? You that high ranked that you're not going to do this?" Thor laughed.

"Am I not that strong as you or Loki are. That's the reason."

"Maybe you will be stronger after this." Thor joked, (Y/N) giggled.

"Who knows. Do you think Loki is in trouble?"

"I hope not. Why do you think he might be in trouble? Is this because he wasn't in trouble for long time?" Thor joked, making Midgardian laugh loudly and making him almost falling again.

"T-thor!" He cried and laughed trying to calm down. "Please don't distract me. Your brother is great and we both don't want him to get in any kind of trouble." Guardian blushed a little, God noticed it, but decided to say nothing about it. "You really need to stop making me laugh, because I will never done with these weapons, if you will keep that up."

"Is there anything other for you to do than things from list?"

"Loki wrote that he want to meet at 8.00 PM in ballroom, so I don't want to be late. I don't want to meet angry Loki."

"Oh. Then let me help, so you're not going to meet angry Loki." God Of Thunder knew that Loki wanted to meet with (Y/N). At 8.00 PM the surprise is going to happen. Of course, he had to act surprised and act like he didn't knew about it.

"Alright. Actually help will be useful." (Y/N) smiled, looking at Thor who started picking weapons. "Thank you."

"Always here to help." Thor smiled back.

(Y/N) walked to his room, closing the door behind him. He had around hour and half to 8:00 PM. Male knew that he had not too much time for anything, so he decided to walk to the bathroom.

He took off his armor and got into a huge bathtub. It was full of water as always. After a long day, he needed to relax a little bit and breathe. After washing himself, he got out of the bathroom with two towels, one on head and one around his hips. He decided to take a closer look on the armor that Loki left for him. It was mostly green and black, with some gold details. Colors made the armor look like the one that Loki had, which was of course the point of it.

He had put the armor and laid down on the bed. His eyes got onto his chest, on his surgery scars. (Y/N) started thinking about them. What could happen is he didn't got top surgery? What would happen if he wouldn't be able to get? What he would do? Who knows.

Then his eyes got onto the book that he had left on the bed. Young male had around hour to go, so why wouldn't he he spend his time, calming down before meeting Loki. Without thinking, he started reading a book from moment that he ended it.

Around 40 minutes went, (Y/N) was almost finished with the book. He had put it down on the bed next to him. He threw the towels on the bed, got his underwear and armor of course, and then got into the bathroom starting putting everything on himself. It didn't took him a long time. He got back with towels to bathroom, leaving them in the room. He got out once again and stepped in front of mirror, looking at himself. He fixed his hair and admired how he looked at the moment. He looked like the Greatest Warrior Of Asgard. After a few moments he decided to finally go. He had 10 minutes to get to the ballroom, so he started to slowly go into the room. No one, except guardians, was a the halls of the castle. It made a young male pretty surprised.

When he was at the place, he saw a Loki himself standing in front of the big door. (Y/N) walked to him.

"Hello, My Prince. You wanted to see me, so here I am." He said with a smile on his face.

"Good to see you as well. You are here earlier than I expected you to be. Do you know what I wanted you to be here?" Loki asked rising his brow. It was the money which made (Y/N) feel stressed. God Of Mischief asked a question like that when it was something important, like someone's birthday or Asgardian's holidays.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember what day is this." Loki smirked at this. "Please tell this is not important."

"It depends what is important for you. For me and some other people, it is a very important day. In my opinion, it should be important for you as well." It stressed him even more. He thought that under that smile, Loki was mad and this is not going do end good for him. In fact, Asgardian was satisfied with the fact that his warrior forgot about everything. "I think you should go inside and see yourself, what am I talking about."

The door opened. Men stepped inside. (Y/N) closest friends were inside of the room, avengers and other seeing a young male yelled "Happy Birthday!" Seeing him.

"Did you made this for me?" Male turned to Loki with sparkles in his eyes. God nodded.

"Not alone, but I did. Happy birthday." He said. (Y/N) quietly said "Thank you.", he couldn't say anything else, because he still couldn't believe what was happening.

"Now go and have some fun. I will talk to you later." Loki smiled and left (Y/N) who went to see avengers.

"Well done, brother." Thor said as he had put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "He got he only a minute ago and I can tell that he likes this surprise."

"Of course he does. A months of planning, every detail carefully made, it if perfect indeed."

"What about the 'your' part of the plan?" Blond haired God teased with a smirk on his face. Loki only made a sound of annoyance, showing Thor how he didn't wanted to be teased about it.

"It will wait. We have whole night, so let him enjoy what we had made."

"Alright."

Time went and finally music started playing. It was a time for a first dance. Loki knew what that meant and he got to (Y/N).

"How is my favourite warrior doing?" He asked.

"Good, how about you?"

"Fine." He simply said. "Would give a pleasure and let me dance with you?"

"Wh-what?" (Y/N) laughed a little nervously, not knowing what was happening.

"Would you like to dance with me?" God repeated and moved his hand right in front of smaller male, wanting him to give him his own hand.

"I'm don't if I'm allowed to--"

"Of course you are. It's your birthday." He had cut him off. "Oh please, don't make kneel in front of you and start begging you. Or maybe you want me to be embarrassed in front of everybody?" Asgardian smirked, waiting for (Y/N) reaction.

(Y/N) smiled to himself thinking about this. Loki, God Of Mischief, kneeling in front of him, begging him for a dance while everything would be looking. It would be so much fun, but he didn't want him to be embarrassed.

"How is it going to be?"

"Let's dance." He had put his hand on Loki's one and held it. Second one got on his shoulder, as the God gently put his hand on his waist. Loki pulled him in the middle of ballroom, making everybody looking at them.

"You look ravishing and stunning, my dear." Loki complemented.

"Thank you. This armor was probably your idea, am I right?"

"You're right, this is one of my ideas that might surprise you."

Loki was moving with such a grace, just like every of his movements was perfectly trained, (Y/N) wouldn't be surprised if Loki was training thousands of times for this. He wasn't think much in the moment, he was looking into God's green eyes, his lustful smile was still on his face. Loki came closer to (Y/N) and leaned down to his ear.

"Do you feel it? The way everyone is looking at you?" He whispered to his ear, making him shiver a little. "It's all about you tonight. Nobody else, only you matter tonight, especially right now. Some people probably would want to have party of this kind, but they dont deserve it as much as you do. Tell me how do you feel right now."

"Special." He said with a soft smile on his face. "Thank you, Loki. It's the best day of my life."

"You're welcome, dear. I'm glad you like this. Is anything I can do to make this day even better?"

"How about some more dances?"

"Oh really? At first you didn't seem to be interested in dancing with me." Loki teased.

"I had changed my mind." He laughed, continuing dancing.

[mikauzoran]

Ladrien/Marichat: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.: Chapter Thirteen

Read it on AO3: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.: Chapter Thirteen: The Revelation

“Here we are. Safe and sound,” Ladybug announced with forced chipperness as she set Adrien back down in his room.

Reluctantly, he removed his arms from around her and stepped back, doing his best to put on his own fake smile.

“Today was really fun,” he remarked with a lightness he didn’t feel.

“Yeah,” she agreed enthusiastically, but the joviality didn’t make it to her eyes. “I had fun too. I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”

“I did,” he affirmed earnestly. “It was really great, and I seriously appreciate you going to the trouble of organizing all that for me. I’m never going to forget today.”

“Me either,” she whispered, a bit of the false cheer wearing off, revealing the bittersweet melancholy hiding below the surface. “I had such a good time getting to know you better.”

“Me too.” He braced for impact as he added, “We should do it again sometime.”

She winced, averting her eyes. “Adrien… I’d love to, but we can’t. It was madness for me to even think of dating you as Ladybug in the first place.” She looked back to him with pleading, desperate eyes. “This is too dangerous. Like I said before, I don’t know what all Papillon is willing to do to get to me, but…I would never forgive myself if my selfishness and carelessness got you hurt. We’re lucky no one recognized us today and posted pictures where Papillon could see and start targeting you.”

“I know,” he sighed, gaze dropping to their shoes. “I don’t care about the risk for myself, but…I would never want to bring that kind of guilt on you if something did happen…. This wasn’t a good idea.”

“No,” she agreed softly, stepping in closer and taking his cheeks in her hands, making him look at her. “But today was the best mistake of my life, Adrien Agreste, and I can’t bring myself to regret it.”

“Yeah?” he breathed, letting himself get entranced by her swirling, sea-like eyes.

“Yeah,” she confirmed, smile infused with light and warmth and love.

“Well,” he chuckled, taking heart in looking on the bright side. “At least you can still ask me out as a civilian. This doesn’t have to be the end.”

Her smile flickered and faded as her brow pulled into a conflicted frown. “Adrien…I don’t think that’s possible now.”

Her words were like a cold shower, sending a jolt through his system.

“Wait. What? Why not?” he demanded, a whine creeping into his voice.

She gazed at him sadly, shaking her head. “What are you going to think the next time some black-haired girl comes up to you and asks you out for coffee? You’ll know it’s me right away, and that can’t happen. I have to keep my identity secret at all costs, not just for myself and my own safety but for the safety of all of Paris and the Miraculouses and kwamis in my keeping. I have to think about the bigger picture,” she informed him ruefully, feeling the weight of her yoke of duty then more than ever. “I can’t just think about myself…so this has to be the end of this. I’m sorry, Adrien.”

It occurred to him that he could simply ask Marinette out, but the unfairness of the entire situation agitated him.

“If you’re not allowed to think about yourself, who’s going to?” he challenged. “This isn’t right. It’s not fair that you have to bear such a heavy burden alone. I know what it’s like to have to keep secrets from everyone, Ladybug. It’s exhausting and isolating, and, after a while, it makes you feel like a bad person because you feel like you’re always lying to everybody in your life. I don’t want that for you.”

He eyed her pleadingly, willing her to relax her guard and let him in, let him be there to help support her.

“I don’t really want that for me either,” she admitted with a tired sigh, tears beginning to build at the corners of her eyes. “…Sometimes it just can’t be helped, though. I’m sorry, Adrien, but I can’t do this. Please don’t make this harder than it already is,” she begged, just barely managing to resist the temptation he offered.

He could see her on the edge of breaking, but pressing her further felt wrong and manipulative. He didn’t want to push her into something she would later regret, so he backed off with a soft, “Okay. Sorry.”

“Me too,” she whispered, her hands dropping to take his and give them a squeeze. “…Maybe the stars will align and we’ll get to date someday.”

“Maybe I’ll find you and ask you out first,” he hummed impishly.

“Please don’t try to find me,” she entreated, feeling sick with worry. “You can’t know who I am.”

He bit his tongue, knowing that it would only scare her off to tell her he already knew.

“Kiss me,” Adrien pleaded.

Ladybug blinked, startled by the urgency in his voice. “What?”

“If this really has to be the end of things between us, can’t you at least kiss me? You said that you wanted to earlier. If we can’t be together, can’t we at least have this much?” he reasoned. “Give me a kiss to remember you by.”

She worried at her bottom lip as she studied him carefully, weighing her options.

“Please, Nelle?” he whimpered, and his yearning gaze nearly did her in.

Reasoning that one kiss couldn’t hurt, she stepped in, taking his face gently in her hands and bringing it down to hers.

She’d intended the kiss to be brief and sweet like cherry blossom petals floating on a river, but she did not anticipate the spark she felt inside of her when her lips met his.

It was like an electric zap radiating through her body from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair, and, judging by the way he gasped into the kiss, Adrien felt it too.

What Ladybug had intended to be a chaste brush of lips quickly devolved into a sloppy, hungry crush of lips and tongues and teeth and hands.

Before she could really think through what she was doing, she’d pushed Adrien back and down onto his couch and was on top of him, seeing what kind of noises he made when she bit, licked, or sucked on different parts of his neck and throat. She quickly found out that he purred when she massaged his scalp, and the sound only encouraged her.

“Wait,” Adrien gasped, getting a hold of himself several minutes later.

She lifted her head and blinked blearily down at him, mind hazy with hormones. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t lie to you anymore,” he groaned. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t what you want, but things have gone too far and gotten out of control. I can’t keep secrets from you anymore, My Lady.”

She opened her mouth to seek clarification, but he alleviated the need by calling, “Plagg, transform me.”

In a green flash of light, it was Chat Noir beneath her on the couch in place of Adrien.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, eyes begging for her forgiveness. “I shouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with you right after we’d just talked about waiting to start a romantic relationship until it was safe, but…when you showed up to ask me out, I figured that Adrien must have been your mystery boy all along, and it was just a dream come true, so…I should have said no, but I didn’t. I’m sorry. You know I think with my heart far more often than with my head.”

Ladybug did not respond right away. She was too busy gaping at her partner with her mouth hanging wide open as her mind bluescreened.

“Please say something,” he pleaded through a grimace, starting to feel ill. “I can tell you’re not taking this well, but—”

She cut him off with a guttural curse.

He blinked at her for a moment, and then a sly grin slowly curled up the corners of his lips. “On a first date? I’m sorry, but I’m a little old fashioned. You’ll have to marry me first.”

“Oh my God,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands as she had a mental meltdown.

He winced. “Sorry. I really am sorry. …On a completely serious note, are you okay?”

A muffled, “No,” leaked out through her fingers along with very Marinette-like sounds of despair.

“Sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I just…I really did understand earlier when you were talking about it being unfair to Adrien, him not knowing your identity. I felt guilty for keeping this from you this whole time, but I knew you didn’t want to know, so…” He shook his head. “But I couldn’t keep lying to you. …Sorry for messing things up,” he summarized dejectedly, ears drooping.

“…Do you hate me?” he whispered, half afraid to learn the answer.

She dropped her hands down to her sides and looked at him with eyes full of sorrow, compassion, regret, and love. “Chaton, I could never hate you. Ever,” she stressed, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “In fact, I think I love you now more than ever before.”

“O-Oh,” he choked, so happy it was hard to breathe.

“And you didn’t mess anything up,” she assured with a cloudy smile. “I did.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Detransformation.”

In a swirl of pink, Marinette appeared, wearing the same blue dress as she had their last movie night.

A broad grin stretched across Chat’s lips as he sat up, taking her face in his hands.

She hesitantly peeked one eye open and was surprised to find him beaming at her like she had arranged the stars in the night sky. She blinked, noting, “You don’t look surprised. Or angry.”

“Because I’m neither, Princess,” he chuckled, running a hand down the side of her face, neck, and shoulder. “What better outcome could I hope for than for the two girls I’m crazy about to be the same person?”

“And, let me guess,” she snickered. “You’re not surprised because you were able to see Ladybug in your ‘Everyday Ladybug’?”

He bit his lip. “Actually…it was more like suddenly seeing Marinette in Ladybug earlier today when we were browsing in the Place du Tertre.”

The grin dropped off her face. “What?! Wait. What?! You figured out my identity?!”

He made a half-hearted, wobbling gesture with one hand. “I mean…sort of? I didn’t know for sure until just now, but…”

“Oh my gosh. All those questions you were asking!” she gasped as she mentally reviewed their day from that point.

He winced. “Yeah, well…I mean…”

She slapped his arm, and not in a fun, playful, joking away. “I can’t believe you! You were purposely trying to figure out my identity!”

“To be fair, I had already figured out your identity,” he reasoned, hoping she magically accepted this loophole and decided not to be mad at him. “I was merely seeking confirmation.”

She smacked his arm a second time, clearly not amused at his semantics.

“Hey, you’ve been in love with me for years and never said anything,” he whined, trying to shift the focus off of himself. “To Adrien or Chat Noir. If anyone has the right to be upset, it’s me.”

“I had my reasons,” she spluttered indignantly, hoping he wouldn’t ask for the receipts. “It’s not like you told Marinette you had a big, ridiculous crush on her either!”

“I’m sorry,” he snorted. “I just thought it was painfully obvious to anyone who listened to me rant regularly about how amazing and talented you are. If you’d shown interest in return, I would have gladly confessed to my gigantic crush on you, but, unfortunately, someone has been lying to my face the past seven years about how they’re not interested in me, they’re just a fan of my father’s work,” he returned with a sour pout.

“You are literally a model,” she whined in her own defence. “I thought you’d laugh in my face.”

“Princess,” he cooed, reaching up to stroke her face. “Who could say no to you?”

He leaned in to give her hair a reassuring nuzzle. “Marinette, you are the most awe-inspiring woman I know. You’re kind and brave and funny and gorgeous, and I would have to be a bigger fool than I already am not to fall deliriously in love with you.”

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight as she whispered, “I’m so sorry, Minou.”

“Shhh,” he comforted, pulling her in closer. “I’m sorry too. Maybe…can we try to accept that we both screwed things up and attempt to move beyond this?”

“…Yeah,” she decided, giving a little nod. “What’s done is done, so let’s just try to do our best going forward.”

“Sounds good,” he agreed, savoring the warmth of her body pressed to his, her sweet scent.

Earlier, he’d catalogued them in sorrow as she carried him back home, wondering if he’d ever get to experience them again. Now, he took stock in joy, planning to appreciate these sensations for years and years to come.

Suddenly, Marinette pulled back with a gasp and stared at him wide-eyed. “What are we going to do about akuma fights?! We just talked last week about how every second counts and how romantic feelings could cloud our judgment and get in the way in battle. What are we going to do now?!”

He grimaced, beginning to massage her shoulders in hopes that it would help her calm down. “My Love, I’ve had feelings for you for years now, and you just told me the other night that you’d loved me for almost as long. We’re going to have feelings that could potentially get in the way no matter what. We’ve had those feelings all this time, and I think it’s been pretty okay. I mean, I know I’ve sacrificed myself more times than you’re comfortable with, but the point is that we’ve managed all this time, haven’t we?”

“I guess you’re right,” she reluctantly agreed, slowly coming to see that what he said was true.

“Yes, we could have a fight or, God forbid, break up, but I’d like to think that our friendship and our partnership is strong enough to see us through, so…we’ve gone years suffering through trying to suppress our feelings, I, for one, would like to try making a romantic relationship work,” he suggested timidly, mentally crossing his fingers. “Who knows? Maybe when we stop holding ourselves back, we’ll be a better team than ever before. Want to give it a try?”

She didn’t need to think about it. “Yes. Definitely. Yes.”

“Really?” he laughed in joy and relief as his wildest dreams came true before his very eyes.

She nodded enthusiastically, joining in his laughter. “Yes. Really, really.”

He surged forward, capturing her lips once more in an exuberant kiss of celebration.

This one was more playful, less heated, but still full of fireworks and emotion.

Several minutes in, Marinette pulled back and glared at Chat Noir. “Heeeey. You sneak into my bedroom. Adrien Agreste sneaks into my bedroom.”

He quirked an eyebrow, wondering at the relevance of this revelation. “Technically, you invite me in. I always knock, even when the skylight is open.”

“Adrien Agreste has seen the inside of my bedroom,” she groaned in embarrassment, covering her face with her hands and letting out a moan of misery. “You’ve seen me in my laundry day sweatpants!”

He rolled his eyes fondly, gingerly taking her hands in his own and prying them away from her face. “Princess, look at me.”

She did so, her cheeks stained red as realization after realization informed her of all the unflattering sides of her he had seen.

“It’s just me,” he soothed. “Just your big, stupid cat, and I think the world of you.”

She pursed her lips, considering this for a moment. “…Yeah. You are, aren’t you?”

He nodded encouragingly. “Remember that time I got my tongue stuck to that lamppost?”

She burst out laughing, accidentally spraying him with spit which he gracefully wiped off, not minding in the least.

“Oh my gosh,” she giggle-snorted. “You did. You’re such a dork!”

“Your dork,” he confirmed.

“My dork,” she hummed and went back to kissing him.

They didn’t make it ten minutes before the next outburst.

“I tried to give you the Snake Miraculous!” she gasped.

Chat’s ears flattened. “We’re going to be having moments like this for years to come, aren’t we?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!” she demanded.

He shrugged. “You said you needed Adrien. I’m stupid in love with you. Emphasis on the stupid.”

She frowned, debating on her reaction. His reasons weren’t exactly good, but they were flattering, so maybe she could forgive him.

He took the liberty of kissing the crinkles from her brow. “Later, you’ll have to tell me how you pulled Multimouse off because I’m dying to know, but, for now, could we maybe kiss and snuggle? Maybe watch some movies?”

She instantly perked up. “Can we have a Disney singalong? I’m sort of in love with your voice.”

“Just the voice?” he asked again with a teasing eyebrow waggle.

“All of you,” she informed softly, leaning in to press a butterfly kiss to his lips. “…But your voice in particular.”

“I can live with that,” he cackled, pulling her back down onto the couch with him.

 Alya and Nino were lounging on her bed watching X-Men: Apocalypse when her phone buzzed.

“Why are you grinning like you just got the biggest scoop ever?” Nino inquired cautiously, lifting a suspicious eyebrow.

“My ship has sailed!” Alya cheered, nearly jumping for joy. “Adrien and Marinette are dating! Aaaaaahhhh!!! This is the best day ever!”

Nino frowned, pausing the movie. “Wait. Adrien’s dating Marinette or Ladybug? They should still be at the Eiffel Tower, right? Did she tell him her identity? Did he tell her his?”

Alya’s mood immediately plummeted. “Hold on. Let me figure this out.”

She shot quick texts to Marinette and Adrien, asking if they’d revealed their respective identities and who was dating whom.

“Okay. Full identity reveal. Everybody is dating everybody,” Alya reported with a contented sigh, sinking back down onto the bed. “These two are exhausting.”

“Tell me about it,” Nino snorted. “Why do they have to be so complicated?”

Alya shook her head. “Thank God Marinette locked us in the panther cage, right?”

“We never really thanked her for that, did we?” Nino snickered.

Alya shrugged. “Meh. I’ll work it into my maid of honor speech at her wedding. I consider my debt paid in full after all the identity shenanigans I’ve had to put up with getting her and Adrien together. I single-handedly defeated the Love Quadrilateral. My job here is done.”

“Awesome work, Al,” Nino chuckled, leaning in to give her temple a light peck.

The

End

[slowly-writing]

Part Of the Family: Part 7

Avengers x Kid!Reader

Part 1 Part 8

Word Count: 2541

“So, how do you like school so far?” you ask Wanda as you walk towards the parking lot.

“It was fine. I thought you were joking about the videos of your dad though,” she says and you groan.

“I wish I was.”

“Hey guys, you ready to head out?” MJ asks walking up to you and you smile.

“Yeah, lets go,” you say pulling out your key’s before pausing, “And I can only fit one of you on my bike. It’s only like a 5 minute drive, do you mind if I take two trips?” you ask and they both shrug.

“That's fine. I wanna grab a book from my locker anyway,” MJ says and you smile.

“You’re the best!” you say as you hand Wanda the helmet and hop on the bike.

“Are you sure you don’t need this?” she asks and you smile.

“I’m a super soldier. I’ll be fine,” you say before turning to MJ, “I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”

When you pull up to the tower Wanda climbs off and hands you the helmet. You strap it to the back of the bike before turning to her. “You can just wait here, when I get back I can show you the training room and stuff.”

You make it back to the school in record time and MJ is just walking out.

“Hey there, beautiful. Need a ride?” you ask and she rolls her eyes.

“Not with those lines I don’t,” she teases taking the helmet from you.

“I was trying something out, is that a no?” you ask and she kisses your cheek before pulling on the helmet.

“It was very cute,” she says as you blush, “I’m ready.”

You nod and pull out towards the tower. When you arrive Wanda is waiting right where you left her. You take the helmet from MJ and lead them towards the door.

“Everyone has a code for security or whatever,” you explain as you get to the keypad, “I’ll remind Tony to give you one at dinner.”

Wanda nods as the three of you make your way to the elevator.

“Hey mom!” you greet, walking into the common room.

“How’d you three get here?” she asks and you freeze.

“I drove them,” you answer and her eyes narrow.

“There’s three of you and I only see one helmet in your hand, y/n.”

“I took them in shifts?” you try but she doesn’t let up.

“That’s still two people with one helmet. So, who was riding without a helmet?” you glance at MJ and Wanda who look more scared than you feel.

“Are we even sure I need one? I’m going to reiterate dad jumping out of a plane without a parachute,” you say and your mom walks over to you with her palm open towards you.

“Keys.” she says and your jaw drops.

“Mom! That is so unfair!” you argue.

“Until you show me you’re responsible enough to be trusted, the bike is mine,” she says firmly and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t do that! It’s mine!” you yell and she raises an eyebrow.

“I seem to remember being the mother here, so I can do whatever I see fit, y/n” she says and it makes you so angry how calm she is. You just want her to yell. You want a reaction. So you say the one thing you know will get to her.

“Why should I listen to you, Natasha?” you grit out.

“Y/n-” MJ tries to stop you, putting a hand on your shoulder but you just shrug her off.

“You’re not my real mom!” you yell and her mask cracks.  You see a look of sadness flash across her face before she composes herself again.

“Give me the keys and go to your room,” she says and you glare.

“Whatever,” you slap the keys into her palm and drag MJ towards your room, slamming the door behind you.

“This is so unfair! She can’t just take my stuff whenever she wants!” you yell, pacing across the room. Logically you know the serum heightens your emotions but you aren’t thinking logically that right now. All you are thinking about is how angry you are.

“Hey, y/n, it’s okay. I’ll help you save up for another helmet. We can probably afford one already,” MJ tries.

“That’s not the point! You don’t get it!” you feel the anger bubbling up before you spin around to embed your fist into the wall. “Damn it!” you yell again as the plaster gives way so easily.

“Hey, calm down,” MJ says softly as she takes your other hand, gently leading you to your bed and pulling you to sit next to her, “explain it to me, then.”

“I didn’t have very much stuff when I was growing up, so I got really territorial over what I did have,” you  say with a sigh, “then I came here and I got more things. And I’m grateful for it! I really am it’s just...I don’t like it when people take my stuff ‘cause growing up they didn’t always give it back. It just stresses me out now, I guess.”

“Oh, y/n,” MJ pulls you into her arms, “she’s not taking it forever. I know getting in trouble sucks, but I promise you you’ll get your bike back.”

“Yeah, I know,” you say softly, “I need to apologize, but can we just sit here for a little bit? I need to calm down first.”

“Of course, how about I tell you about how Ned embarrassed himself in gym class today?” she asks pulling you to lay down next to her.

“That sounds good,” you rest her head on her shoulder as she begins talking.

xxxxx

“Hey, kiddo,” Steve says opening your bedroom door and MJ puts a finger to her lips with the arm not wrapped around you.

“She fell asleep a little while ago. She got a little worked up and I figured she could use the rest,” MJ whispers, gesturing to your sleeping form.

“Yeah, I remember those days. Dinner’s in 5, can you get her up?” Steve asks and MJ nods, “thank you for taking care of her.”

“Always,” MJ says and your dad nods to her before leaving. “Hey, y/n. Time to wake up.”

“Not yet,” you mumble, tightening your hold on MJ’s waist, causing her to chuckle.

“Come on, it’s dinner time and I know your stomach is a bottomless pit,” she teases and you smile.

“Whatever, if you had to do the training I have to do you’d be hungry too,” you tease back getting up and offering her your hand. You pull her up and walk to the kitchen hand in hand. You sigh in relief when you see Natasha is the only one there.

“Hey mom?” you say quietly and MJ squeezes your hand.

“Yes?” she asks, hiding her emotions behind the mask she’s perfect over the years.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I just get so mad sometimes and I don’t like it when people take my stuff because-”

“You didn’t have very much,” she finishes for you and you nod.

“I’m gonna buy another helmet and I’ll be more responsible. You can keep the bike until you think I can handle it again,” you say and your mom walks over to you.

“Thank you for apologizing.”

“I didn’t mean it,” you say softly, tears welling up in your eyes. “Mom, I promise I didn’t mean it. You’re my mom and I love you and I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” Natasha pulls you into her arms as you break down, “I know you didn’t mean it. I love you too, sweetheart.”

You hug her tightly before you feel her shift in discomfort.

“Oh god, I’m squeezing too tight,” you drop your arms and back away from her, “did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m okay. You’re okay love,” she pulls you back into her arms and you relax slightly.

“I’m thinking you can have the bike back next week. Sound fair?” she asks and you nod. “Okay, let’s take a seat. Everyone should be here soon.”

As if on cue people start piling into the kitchen. You sit down and take MJ’s hand under the table she smiles at you and you relax a little bit more.

xxxxx

“Sorry about abandoning you earlier, Wanda. We can train after dinner if you want?” you offer and she smiles.

“That’s okay, you needed to calm down. And yes, that sounds nice,” she says and you nod.

“Um...speaking of calming down. I may have kinda, sorta punched a hole in my wall,” you say and everyone stares at you.

“Seriously, jr? Straight through the wall of my building?” Tony says and you wince.

“I just got really worked up and the wall was right there! I was feeling too many things and I just, I don’t know, lost it I guess. At least I didn’t punch like, another person or something!” you try to defend yourself and Bruce pipes up from across the table.

“I have been thinking about what the serum would do to teenage emotions. Teenagers have a heightened sensitivity to outside stimuli, and the serum has the same effect,” he begins and Tony jumps in.

“Y/n may benefit from a mood stabilizer of some sort,” Tony muses

“But we’d have to adjust the dosage to account for her genetics,” Bruce responds and you roll your eyes.

“This is how we’re all so close Wanda, everyone airs out each other’s shit in front of everybody.” You see your dad open his mouth and cut him off, “yeah, language, sorry.”

“I’m thinking those mood stabilizers might be necessary,” Clint cuts in and you roll your eyes again.

xxxxx

After dinner you all change clothes and head to the training room. When you get there you put an arm around MJ and pull her close. After the emotions of the day you need something to ground you a little bit. She wraps and arm around your waist and gives you a smile which you immediately return.

“Hey, is Wanda gonna show us what she can do? I still haven’t seen any proof she should be here,” you tease and she smirks at you.

She puts her arms out and looks at a punching bag across the room. You watch in awe as a red mist picks it up and sends it flying into the opposite wall where it breaks, spilling sand across the floor.

“Okay, next time I’m keeping the helmet,” you say and your mom raises an eyebrow, “but I’m getting another one tomorrow so it doesn’t matter.”

“Okay, enough playing around, everyone get to work!” your dad calls.

“Yes sir Mr. Captain America sir!” you say with a salute and he shakes his head.

“Just go lift the damn weights, y/n.”

“Oooo language!” you yell and everyone laughs.

“You know I can ground you, right?” he teases and you roll your eyes.

“Mom already beat you to it.”

“I can take the bike away for another week,” he says and you nod.

“Shutting up now, got it,” you say walking to the weights. “Hey Wanda, can you spot me? Something tells me you can handle it,” you say adding weight to the bar. Wanda nods and MJ settles next to you opening her book. With that you all start your respective workouts.

xxxxx

You’re sitting criss cross in the middle of your bed a little while after MJ leaves when your dad knocks on the door frame, “hey, y/n. Can we talk?”

“Yeah,” you say with a quiet sigh. “I already know what you’re going to say. I’m a horrible daughter for saying what I said to mom and I don’t deserve to be forgiven so easily.”

“No, that’s not what I was going to say,” he walks over and sits on the edge of your bed. “I’m not going to lie, you really hurt your mom, but that’s what teenagers do. I know how much you feel your emotions and I know how much you’re feeling that regret right now. It’s like everything you feel is going to tear you apart, and I can’t imagine what it must feel like going through all of that at sixteen.”

“It kinda sucks,” you say, looking at your hands in your lap before looking up at him. “Do you ever wish you could be normal? Just for one day. I want to be able to get angry without feeling like I’m going to explode. I want to be able to take a stupid high school gym class and complain about running the mile like the rest of my friends instead of having an extra study hall period becuase I’d kill somebody if I tried to play dodgeball. I want to be able to join a sports team. I want to have friends who don’t just like me because of who my parents are. I want to be able to hug my mom without hurting her,” your voice breaks and he puts a hand on your shoulder.

“I do. When I squeeze a bottle a little too tight and it breaks, or when I can’t go to the store without being stopped by people on the street, I just wish I could be normal. But then I think about everything being different has done for me. If I had kept on being that scrawny kid in Brooklyn I wouldn’t be here today. I never would have joined the Avengers, or met you. Being different has taken a lot away from both of us, but it’s also given us so much,” he says and you nod.

“I’m afraid she’s gonna be scared of me,” you whisper. “MJ, I’m too scared to be with her, because if I lose it even for just one second...next time it might not be a wall I put my fist through, and I can’t hurt her dad. I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt her,” you sob and he pulls you into his arms.

“Here’s what you do,” he says as you calm down. “When you feel yourself getting worked up, you walk away. Not forever, but you take a minute. You step away and you catch your breath, you call me, or your mom, or her and you ground yourself. Then, when you’re ready, you go back and you have a conversation. I promise you she’ll understand, all of us will.”

“Do you think mom will ever forgive me?” you ask softly.

“It’s already done.” You look up and see her in your doorway, “we all say things we don’t mean sometimes. You should see some of the screaming matches I’ve had over the years. But, at the end of the day I know that we love each other, and I know that I’m your mom and a silly little fight about a motorcycle isn’t going to change that,” she says and you gently hug her.

“I really love you mom, and I’m really really sorry for what I said,” you say, burying your face in her shoulder.

“I know, sweetheart. And I love you too.”

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[wonhosbuttflower]

The Quidditch Aftermath

Pairing: Gryffindor San x Slytherin Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: Fluff (with an argument in the middle, though I don't think you could call it angst)

Words: 2.9k

Summary: After a Quidditch match gone wrong, you and San end up arguing about it.

A/N: Okay, so this is my first time writing this kinda of thing, so please bare with me :)

I'm really nervous about actually posting something I've written, but I had so much fun writing this that I just wanted to put it out there and maybe someone else will have fun reading it too ^^

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'I'm glad he's okay.', Jongho lets out in low, dragged voice as the four of you make your way out of the Hospital Wing.

'Heey, c'mon, man. It's not your fault. Even he recognises that.', Wooyoung assures him, putting his arm around his friend.

'Of course he's okay, Jong... The fall wasn't even that bad. Besides, Woo is right, it wasn't your fault.', it's your turn to assure your friend now. You put your own arm over Wooyoung's resting over Jongho's shoulders.

'It's not like you meant to hurt him... You did your job well, Jones was just... kind of dumb... trying to avoid the Bludger.', you add almost in whisper. Wooyoung lets out a loud laugh. Seonghwa gives you a somewhat disapproving look.

'What? I'm sorry but it's true! I mean, I'm not saying he's dumb in general... I'm just saying he made a dumb choice.', you try to defend yourself. Wooyoung laughs harder. You can see a shadow of a smile creeping up on Jongho's face, which makes you happy and a little proud of yourself.

'Fair enough.', Seonghwa says, shrugging his shoulders and smirking. 'I guess it was kind of dumb of him... He could've avoided that ridiculous fall.', he adds.

'You really think so?', Jongho asks him, hopeful.

'Of course, Jong. Y/N/N and Wooyoung are right... This wasn't your fault. Even Jones told you that.', Seonghwa tells him.

'You can't blame yourself for this. You even came here to apologise to him, which is more than most people would do. These accidents happen all the time in Quidditch... You know that better than anyone. Remember when you hit that post and had to stay in the Hospital Wing for like three days?', you let out.

'Outch. Yes, still hurts to think about that.', Jongho says, lost in his thoughts.

'Right, but you didn't blame Adams for it... Even though he was the one who sent that Bludger your way.', you add.

'Well, of course not. I mean, Adams is cool... I know he didn't mean to hurt me, he just had to stop me.', he agrees.

'Exactly!', you and Seonghwa let out at the same time. You punch Jongho's shoulders lightly, in an affectionate way.

'Oh. Yeah, you have a point. And Jones didn't seem too upset about it, honestly... Which is a good sign, I guess.', Jongho says.

'Dude, it was barely even a fall okay? He doesn't even have to spend the night there. I've had worse injuries from classes, Jong. Honestly, don't even worry about it.', Wooyoung says.

'He does have a point... I mean, remember the explosion during Potions?', you ask, making everyone start laughing at the memory.

Of course, you and Wooyoung were in the same class, so you were there to witness the moment. Neither Seonghwa nor Jongho were your classmates though, since the first one was in the year above yours, and the latter in the year below. But the four of you became close friends through being in the Quidditch Team together, so they knew the story all too well. You were all together laughing in the corridor when you notice someone moving your way.

'Oh, there's Choi... Do you think he's too upset about losing?', Wooyoung teases using a low enough volume so that the newcomer can't hear his comment all the way from where he is. They are friends, after all. You and your teammates share a playful smile.

'Y/L/N!', San shouts from his place.

'Oh, he doesn't sound too happy, that's for sure.', Seonghwa comments, giving you a smirk.

'Hey, Choi. Great catch during the game, by the way.', Jongho greets San once he's standing next to your group.

'Yeah, it really was... Shame it didn't really change anything in the end.', Wooyoung says ironically, taunting San. You can't help the smirk that forms on your face. It's nothing new, really... You always tease each other about Quidditch, but you're all still friends despite your differences. But, friends or not, San shoots daggers at Wooyoung after his comment, and then at you, probably noticing your amusement at the remark.

'Don't mind Wooyoung... He's just teasing you.', Seonghwa intervenes. 'You did play really great, Choi, congrats.', he adds, genuinely.

He's not wrong. Gryffindor did loose against you, but it was because the Chasers were rubbish and the Keeper was too easy for you and your friends to beat... But despite that, San really was an amazing Quidditch player. By far the best on his team, and all the games they did win were thanks to him. He was also the best Seeker in school, even better than your own... But Slytherin was lucky enough to have really strong players in the other positions, making yours the best team. No one could argue that. Even though you had had enough points in advance to win today's match, San had still caught the Snitch, and in a spectacular move too.

'At least we don't need to knock other players off to win.', San lets out.

'San!', you cry out his name. You can't believe he said that. He knows Jongho... He knows he didn't do it on purpose and that he must feel bad for it. You can see Jongho looking hurt and you blame San for throwing him back down after you three had just barely gotten him back up. 'Shut up!', you add almost right away.

'I guess that's why you never win, then.', Wooyoung shoots back at San, annoyed at his comment. You can't help but agree with Woo, San had this one coming his way.

'That's enough, Wooyoung.', Seonghwa steps in, warning his friend. 'Hmm, I guess we should go now, before someone says something else they'll regret.', he adds. You also agree with him.

'Fine. We have a victory party to prepare anyway...', Wooyoung lets out in a teasing tone, looking straight into San's eyes with an angry and defiant expression. 'C'mon, Jongho.', he says, pulling his friend along.

'Goodbye, Choi. And I'm sorry for Jones, I really am.', you hear Jongho say as he gets dragged away by Wooyoung. San just stares at them, not saying anything, not reacting. And for some reason that just makes you more mad at him.

'C'mon, Y/N.', Wooyoung calls out for you to follow them.

'You guys go ahead... I'll meet you back at the Common Room. I need to have a word with this one first.', you tell them, gesturing towards San with your head. You don't even bother looking at him.

'Are you sure? We can wait, if you want.', Seonghwa asks you.

'I'm sure... Thanks, Hwa.', you assure him.

'Okay, we'll see you later, then, Y/N.', he says before starting to make his way down the corridor with the other two. You turn to face San, giving him an angry look.

'Now, us. What the hell was that all about? Why would you say that in front of Jongho? You know damn well he didn't do it on purpose! He feels terrible about it and we had just gotten him to see that it wasn't his fault... And you ruined that, you made him feel even worse!', you let out all at once, angrily.

'But it was his fault. He knocked Jones off of his broom!', he lets out.

'No... He sent a Bludger at Jones, and Jones is the one who got all clumsy and flew straight into the Bludger's trajectory!', you set him straight. 'Jongho is a Beater... He was just doing his job. It's not his fault Jones was an idiot.', you add.

'The guy is in the Hospital Wing, for Merlin's beard!', he lets out.

'So what? We've all been there after matches or practices... That's Quidditch for you, it's not exactly an easy, friendly sport, it's fast and it can be quite violent sometimes, that's just how it is. Besides, he wasn't even that hurt... He said so himself. You know, just now when we came to check up on him and Jongho apologised to him for the accident. Which is exactly what it was, an accident.', you tell him.

'Maybe he's not that bad but he could've been seriously hurt!', San lets out impatiently.

'But he wasn't, was he? So why are you going around being a jerk to Jongho for something that could have happened, but didn't?', you accuse him.

'I... I didn't...', he starts but you cut him off.

'Why do you even care anyways? You don't even like Jones that much... You're always going on about annoying he is.', you shoot at him.

'Well, that doesn't really matter, does it? He's still my teammate.'

'Whatever... Are you even actually mad about Jones? Because I think this isn't about that, I think you're just mad because even though you caught the Snitch, you guys still lost to us.', you let him know.

'I don't care about that, Y/N.'

'Okay, now you're just straight up lying. We both know you wanted to win as bad as I did. It's not really your fault the rest of your team sucks.'

'Well, of course I wanted to win... Everybody likes to win but that's not what I meant. I'm not mad that you won, I'm mad at how you won.', he exclaims.

'I don't care why you're mad, San, that's not an excuse... You had no right to speak to Jongho like that. It's one thing to tease playfully, like we always do... It's another thing to be actually mean and hurtful just for the sake of being.', you tell him, still hurt.

'Hey, I wasn't the only one being mean now, was I?', he tries to defend himself.

'And Seonghwa told Wooyoung to shut the hell up, did he not?', you argue. 'But in his defence, you were the one who started it. You came straight up after Jongho and that was a jerk move. You know that. You actually hurt him and he did not deserve that. He's your friend! Hell, he's my friend and I hate seeing him get pushed down.'

'Why are you only defending him, then? You didn't defend me in front of Wooyoung, did you? And I'm your friend too!', he lets out with a hurt look.

'Wooyoung wouldn't have said that if you hadn't attacked Jongho like that. Besides, Jong did nothing wrong to begin with... He only did his job. You would have done the exact same thing if you were in his place... If you were a Beater, you would knock Bludgers at any one of us and you know it.', you tell him.

'I could never do that...', he lets out.

'What?'

'I could never risk doing that to you, Y/N.', he almost whispers.

'Well, I guess that's why Slytherin will always win over Gryffindor then... Because we can separate our personal relationships from what happens on the pitch. It's a game and the fact that your friends are on the opposing team shouldn't stop you from doing what you need to do to win.', you say, maybe a little too coldly.

You didn't mean to attack him, it just came out like that. You can see he looks lost in thoughts and you wonder how to deescalate this whole thing. You have to try to say something to lighten up the mood.

'Well, that and... you know... our team is obviously better.', you add almost instantly in a much softer tone, flashing him a playful smirk.

'I guess I can't really argue with that.', he agrees, smiling slightly. 'I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be a jerk. I'll talk to them later and apologise to Jongho, okay? But I really don't want us to be mad over this.', he adds.

'Good... You should do that.', you tell him. 'And you know I can't actually stay mad at you. Also, I would punch Wooyoung if he ever actually hurt you. Or anyone else for that matter.', you add, smiling.

'I believe you!', he chuckles.

'So... do you want to tell me what this whole thing was really about or what? Because I know you and I'm pretty sure you're not actually mad at Jongho, or Wooyoung, or me.'

'I... I think I was just worried, honestly.'

'Worried? Worried about what, San?, you ask him.

'I don't know... I just don't like seeing you play. I saw Jones falling off his broom and all I could think of was that it could have been you.', he lets out in a low voice, his eyes stuck on the floor under his feet.

'You... were worried about me?', you let out, stepping closer to him to stand right in front of him.

Of course he worries about you, you're one of his good friends. You know that's what he means by that. If only he knew how you always worried about him, thought about him, cared about him. You didn't want him to know how you felt, you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

'Of course I worry about you... I could never stand to see you get hurt. I... I like you, Y/N.', San lets out in almost a whisper, looking up to you only after he finishes talking. You hope to Merlin he doesn't notice the flush of red warming up your cheeks.

'I understand, San... I couldn't see you get hurt either. We're friends so, you know, of course I like you too.', you say with a shy smile, hoping he doesn't see through your expression what you actually mean. 'I would hate to see something like that happening to you. But, you know, we all knew what we were getting ourselves into when we signed up for Quidditch Team, didn't we?', you add.

'What?', he asks, confused. He sighs deeply. 'No, Y/N. You don't get it... I actually like you.', he says. You freeze in your place.

'Wha... What?... What do you mean?', you stutter. He takes a deep breath before stepping forward, his face only a few inches away from yours. One of his hands cups your face, his thumb grazing your chin while his other hand rests on your back, just above your waist. You feel unable to move, holding your breath, your hearts about to beat its way out of your chest.

'This is what I mean.', he simply states before pressing his soft lips against yours. It's a sweet, quick kiss... One that leaves you wanting more. You don't know what to think or say. You just know you've never felt this way before. It's all so new and exciting.

'San...', his name escapes your mouth like a sigh. A good one. He smiles, still holding you tight, your chest against his. You can't help but smile as you notice how his eyes disappear and his cute dimples show up on his cheeks.

'I'll take that smile as a sign that you do get what I mean now. And... I suppose I can try that again...?', he half states, half asks. You nod slightly, agreeing with him.

He kisses you again, this time for longer. It's a more urgent and passionate kiss this time, as if the two of you melt into each other, trying to create something new. You smile into the kiss, as does him.

'Wow... I've been waiting for so damn long to do that.', he simply says when the moment finally stops, still smiling. You can't stop smiling yourself.

'So have I. Wish you had done it sooner.', you let out, making him laugh.

'Well, you could've done it too, no? You didn't have to wait for me to do it.', he jokes.

'Well, last time I checked, you're the Gryffindor, not me... You are supposed to be the brave one here!', you tease back and you both laugh. The hand he had cupping your face lets go of it and he reaches down to take you hand. You intertwine your fingers with his.

'Fair enough.', he agrees. 'Sorry I took so long.', he adds, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

'Hmm... San?'

'Yes, Y/N?'

'You know this doesn't change anything, right?', you question him, looking innocent. He raises his eyebrows at you, worried.

'What do you mean? Do you... not want to be with me?', he asks, genuinely scared that he read the situation wrong.

'No, no, no! That's not it... I do! I want that very much. I... I really, really like you, San.', you quickly assure him, smiling. He sighs slightly, relieved. 'But us... you know... being together... It doesn't change anything. I'll still keep kicking you pretty little ass at Quidditch.', you explain. He lets out the loudest laugh.

'So... You think my ass is pretty, uh?', he teases. You roll your eyes at him, laughing.

'Don't get full of yourself, okay? It's not a bad butt... But I've seen better.', you tease back.

'No, you haven't.', he tightens his grip around you, moving his free hand from your back to your waist.

'Okay, fine... maybe I haven't. But you still won't be able to distract me, Choi. We'll just keep winning.'

'I believe that, Y/L/N.', he says with a smile while his thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand. 'As long as you don't get hurt doing it, I think I don't even mind losing to you that much.', he tells you sweetly.

'Well, that makes winning over you less fun, then.', you pout at him overdramatically.

'Hey, I didn't say I'd go easy on you. I still want to win.', he defends himself with a chuckle.

'Now that's better. Well, I'm a Chaser, so I won't exactly knock you off your broom... But I can't make any promises about Jongho, so you better be careful on the pitch. I'd really hate to have to visit you in the Hospital Wing.', you joke. 'Don't... Oh, please, don't tell him I said that. I was joking. It really was an accident.', you quickly add, making San laugh at your awkwardness.

'Don't worry... It'll be our little secret.', he says, kissing your forehead.

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A/N: As this is my first "work" of this kind, I would really appreciate any thoughts and critiques you would like to share with me because I really wish to improve my stories and writing, so all opinions all more than welcome and my dms are always open ^^

Thank you so much for reading this little story and I honestly really, really hope you enjoyed it :)

[babygirlkiki1016]

Wendigo

As we pulled up the next morning I spotted a man who is talking to Haley, Ben, is checking a shotgun. They're all carrying full backpacks.

"I'll tell you again, I don't think Ben should come. You're paying me good money to keep everybody safe. I think Ben's safest at home." I hear man say as I get out, Haley shakes her head as Sam and Dean get out of the car. Sam opens the back door of the Impala and pulls out the duffel bag.

"You guys got room for three more?" Dean asks.

"Wait, you want to come with us?" Haley asks.

"Who are these guys?" The old man asks.

"Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue." Haley gestures to the man next to her as Sam heads past everyone.

"You're rangers?" The old man asks.

"That's right." Dean answers.

"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans? While your hiking in that." Haley points to me, signaling at (whatever you decide to wear.)

Dean looks down at himself, then at me. "Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." Dean heads past Haley, I walk up to her.

"And I'm more of 'I don't care what I wear type'."

"What, y'all think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt." The old man says as Sam turns back to us.

"Believe me, I know how dangerous this could get. We just wanna help her find her brother, that's all." Dean says as he head past Sam. Our little group hikes through the forest, with 'Roy' in the lead, then Dean, me, Haley, Ben, and Sam bringing up the rear.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean says, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, more than a little." Roy huffs.

"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"

"Mostly buck, sometimes bear." Dean passes Roy, uh oh, I can see where this is going.

"Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Roy grabs Dean as Sam looks on, I quickly step between them before it escalated.

"Both of you cut it out." I say.

"Whatcha doing, Roy?" Dean asks. Roy grabs a stick and pokes the bear trap Dean had almost stepped in. Haley looks annoyed.

"You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger." Roy drops the stick and retakes the lead.

"It's a bear trap." Dean yells to us and we hike on. Haley catches up to us.

"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers." She grabs Dean's arm. "So who the hell are you?" Ben and I goes past her, who stopped to talk to Dean while Sam looks at Dean, who indicates with his expression that Sam's to go on by. Sam obeys and he catches up to me.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey..."

"So how did you sleep?"

"Pretty good, the bed was comfy."

"Did my brother try anything?" He asked worried.

"No he didn't..it was more of me who..."

"You kissed him?!" He whispers the last part.

"No I wanted to, but I turned away before I did anything stupid."

"That's surprising,mostly Dean is the one always trying to get laid." He say, I could tell he's some what pissed.

"Sam...do you think that he could..that we could?"

"No at least not now, your still a kid. Wait a little bit longer before you try anything." He smiles and pats me on the back. Roy continues to lead the way, followed by Sam, me, Ben, Haley, and Dean.

"This is it. Blackwater Ridge." Roy says as Sam heads past.

"What coordinates are we at?" Sam asks. Roy pulls out a GPS, which reads N 35o 45.383, W 111o 00.55.

"Thirty-five and minus one-eleven." Dean comes up to Sam and the three of us listen.

"You hear that?" Dean ask.

"Yeah." Sam replies.

"Wow...Not even crickets." I say.

"I'm gonna go take a look around." Roy tells us.

"You shouldn't go off by yourself." I warn.

"That's sweet. Don't worry about me."

"Fine if you wanna be the idiot be my guest." I joke, Roy just waves his gun and pushes between us to retake the lead. Dean turns back to the others as the other two catch up.

"All right, everybody stays together. Let's go." About ten minutes later the five of us are looking around, near a large rock.

"Haley! Over here!" Roy yells and Haley runs towards his voice, followed closely by the others and we come to a halt.

"Oh my God..." Haley gasps. The tents are torn open and bloody and all the supplies are scattered.

"Looks like a grizzly." Dean and Haley look around.

"Tommy?" She takes off her backpack and goes through the campsite.

"Tommy!" Sam moves to catch up with her.

"Shh." Sam says.

"Tommy!"

"Shh-hh-hh!"

"Why?"

"Something might still be out there."

"Sam, Y/n!" Dean yells, me and Sam goes over to him, Sam crouches down.

"The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." Sam says.

"I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog."

"So then it's a Wendigo, it's the only explanation." I point out.

"We still don't know for sure Y/n."

"Dean think about it, it's fast it doesn't leave a trail and there's claw marks everywhere. It's a Wendigo."

"Y/n it can't be."

"Fine, if I'm right you have to do whatever I ask without complaining."

"Don't do it Dean." Sam intervened, with a smirk on his face but Dean completely ignored him.

"And if I'm right then you have to do whatever I say without complaining for a day."

"Alright deal." I hold out my hand and he shakes it. "Prepare to lose Winchester."

"In your dreams." Dean chuckles and we go back to the campsite as Sam follows. Haley picks up Tom's cell phone it's bloody and she cries. She turns the phone over and the back is open, Dean crouches next to her.

"Hey, he could still be alive." She gives Dean a look.

"Someone Help! Help!" A voice yells and Roy leads the way as everyone except me runs to the aid of the shouter.

"Don't run towards it you idiots!" My words were mostly towards Dean and Sam. They still did it anyway, there figures disappearing was the last thing I saw before I was thrown back against the tree. My vision went black, but before I was unconscious I could see the Wendigo walking towards me.

Dean's Pov-

"Don't run towards it you idiots!" I heard Y/n shout but no one listened.

"Help! Somebody!" It shouts again but we find no one.

"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley wonders, we listen, nothing.

"Everybody back to camp." Sam says and back at the campsite, all the supplies are missing, including Y/n.

"Y/n?!" I yelled, no response. "Y/n?!" Now I was getting nervous, she was right behind me...wasn't she?

"Our packs!" Haley exclaims, not even caring that one of our own was gone.

"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone." Roy complains

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." Sam says, that's when we both realized Y/n was right. "Y/n, where is she?"

"Oh you finally notice!" I say sarcastically and kick a rock. "Damnit!"

"You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear and kidnapped that pretty girl?" Roy says, making me even more angry. Sam tugs on my sleeve, catching my attention.

"I need to speak with you. In private." We head a little ways away from the group. "Good. Let me see Dad's journal." Sam says, I hand it over. Sam opens it and flips through until he finds a particular page.

"All right, check that out." Sam points to a First Nations-style drawing of a figure.

"Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west."

"Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice. Y/n was right and we new it but you didn't listen. You just wanted to prove her wrong!"

"You think I don't know that!" I try to hold it in, damn it why am I getting emotional? I only met her a week ago! "Well isn't that great." I takes out my pistol. "Since we're hunting a Wendigo, then this is useless." Sam gives me back the journal then heads back to camp but only stopping for a moment.

"One of us should've stayed with her...we need to get these people to safety."

"Sam we can't just leave Y/n-"

"She's probably already dead Dean!....Her father was right...people we know die sooner or later." He leaves and I follow, we get back at the campsite, and Sam addresses the group.

"All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated."

"What?" Haley exclaims.

"Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Roy says.

"It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. You have to leave. Now."

"One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders."

"Relax." I huff. "Sam will get you to safety, I'll stay and try to find Y/n."

"Look we never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you." Sam says but Roy steps right into Sam's space.

"You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night."

"Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here." Roy laughs.

"You know you're crazy, right?"

"Yeah? You ever hunt a wen-" I push Sam, desperately trying to make him calm down.

"Chill out."

"Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him."

"Wow well aren't you brave." I comment.

"It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves."

"How?" Hayley questions.

~

We built a campfire, and I begin to draw something in the dirt around the campsite while Haley pokes at the fire.

"One more time, that's-" Hayley asks but J interrupt.

"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them." Roy laughs, gun over his shoulder.

"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy."

When  I was fine with the drawing I head over to sit next to Sam.

"You wanna tell me what's going on in those freaky heads of yours?...Sammy."

"Dean-"

"No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?"

"Why don't you focus on your own feelings, I'm sure your feeling pretty guilty."

"Bout what?"

"Dad's not here and if we left then Y/n would still be with us. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?"

"Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek."

"Then I'll get these people back to town and we'll go find Y/n. Then we leave I mean, why are we still even here?"

"This is why." I come around to Sam's front and held up the journal. "This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession-everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business." Sam shakes his head.

"That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just-call us? Why doesn't he-tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?"

"I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it."

"Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about."

"Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man." Sam looks down, then up.

"How do you do it? How does Dad do it?" Dean looks over at the others.

"Well for one, them." Sam looks over at Haley and Ben. "I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable....I'll tell you what else helps." Sam looks back at Dean.

"Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can, starting with the one that took Y/n." Sam smiles, but a twig snaps, someone presumably the wendigo yells "Help me! Please!" I stand and readied my gun.

"Help!" Sam shines a flashlight about.

"He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." I warn.

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy jokes.

"Better than ending up dead."

"Help! Help me!" Growling, Roy points his gun at the sound.

"Okay, that's no grizzly." Ben starts to freak out a little but Haley talks him through it.

"It's okay. You'll be all right, I promise." Something rushes past and she shrieks. I just smile, scardey cat.

"It's here." Sam says. Roy shoots at the rustling, then again.

"I hit it!" He yells happily and being the idiot that he is, goes to see what he hit.

"Roy, no! Roy!" I yell after him, I turn to Hayley and Ben. "Don't move." She's holding a stick, burning at one end, as a weapon. Me and Sam run after Roy, but no luck.

~

Sam is sitting against a hollow tree stump, holding dad's journal and playing with a lanyard. Me and the other two are among the tents.

"I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real."

"I wish I could tell you different." I sigh.

"How do we know it's not out there watching us?"

"We don't. But we're safe for now."

"How do you know about this stuff" Carefully, I think of what to say.

"Kind of runs in the family." Sam comes over.

"So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch."

"Well, hell, you know I'm in." I say, I had to, I needed to. That son if a bitch took her, and I was gonna get her back. Sam shows the wendigo page of dad's journal to the siblings.

"'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'."

"They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter." I contribute.

"How's a man turn into one of those things?" Haley wonders.

"Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp."

"Like the Donner Party." Ben says.

"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality." Sam intervenes.

"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry." I sigh, I knew the feeling...and Y/n probably does to.

"So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asked.

"You're not gonna like it." I glance at Sam, then back to her.

"Tell me."

"More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there, and hurry cause he might it's next meal."

"And then how do we stop it?"

"Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically-" I grab the can of lighter fluid, the beer bottle, and the white cloth that was in the ground. "We gotta torch the sucker."

~

Once we gave them hints about what there headed into, I lead the way through the woods, Molotov cocktail in hand. We pass trees with claw marks and blood. Sam is leading the group now, with me right behind him.

"Dean." He calls out, and I catch up.

"What is it?" We look around at the trees, there are bloody claw marks and broken branches everywhere.

"You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow." Growling was heard and the three of us whip around. Trees rustle as Haley is standing under a tree. Blood drips on her shirt.

"Sam..." I say point towards Haley. She notices to what I'm pointing to and looks up, then leaps out of the way. Roy's corpse lands where she'd stood. I examine Roy as Sam goes over to Haley.

"You okay? You got it?" He asks.

"His neck's broken." I comment. Sam helps Haley up and more growling is heard. "Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!" I yell. Everybody takes off and Ben falls, Sam hurries back to help him up, dividing the group two and three.

"Come on, I gotcha, I gotcha." Sam tells Ben, I listen for any movement. I heard a noise, then Haley screams, it was the Wendigo.

Y/n's Pov-

I woke up to shouting, it was Sam and Ben trying to talk to Haley. She was hanging by her wrists from the ceiling while Dean was trying to wake me up.

"C'mon darling, focus, focus." He unties me, making me fall forward but he catches me. "It's ok I got you, I got you. Can you walk?"

"Yeah...." I say groggily. Haley divests herself of rope as she stands up she spots Tom still hanging and starts crying.

"Y/n hey focus on me!" Dean caresses my cheek, tears were falling down his cheeks. "I thought I lost you..."

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to kill me." I smile, he returns it and hugs me. I spot the stolen supplies that are piled in the corner.

"Dean." I say and point to the bags, Dean picks up flare guns.

"Flare guns. Those'll work." Sam grins and Dean laughs while twirling the guns. We decide to make our escape and head down a tunnel, Me, Dean and Sam in the lead with the flare guns and the two siblings supporting Tom, who is limping. Growling is heard once more.

"Looks like someone's home for supper." I say.

"We'll never outrun it." Dean says and looks back at the others, then at me. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sam answers.

"Good, I'll distract it, the four of you get out of here."

"That is not what I was thinking!"

"Oh I'll be fine." I stare at him in disbelief.

"If you think your gonna go up against it alone your dead wrong. We'll distract it while y'all get out of here." Dean knew he didn't have the time to argue, so he agreed.

"All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam. He's gonna get you out of here."

"What are you gonna do?" Haley intervenes. Dean winks and starts walking and yelling.

"Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I'm feeling good." The rest of Dean's words are indistinct. I follow Dean before he could get himself killed.

"Hey! Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I'm right here!"

"I think it heard you Dean."

"Well if it heard me then why isn't it here?" I shake my head and listen, at first I couldn't hear anything but then I heard growling far of into the distance, then Sam yelling.

"Dean it's by Sam."

"Son of a bitch." He yells and we run down the tunnel towards where Sam is.

Eventually we spot the Wendigo and we come up behind it.

"Hey!" I yelled. The Wendigo turns and before Dean could shoot it, it slices his neck. Blood began pouring out, Dean eyes me and falls to the ground.

"No!" I yelled and ran to his side, it slowly came towards me but Sam yelled to distract it. However Sam wasn't having any luck either, Sam's flare gun was thrown to the side and he was cornered. I look back to Dean who was bleeding out badly, he wouldn't last much longer.

"Hold on ok? Hold on.." I cried, tears ran down my cheeks faster then me running a marathon. Although it was like I knew what to do. I place my hand on Deans neck to try to stop the bleeding, he grabs my hand roughly, I could see the fear in his eyes as he gasped from breath.

"Breath just breath ok? Hold on, please!" I focused and like an instinct the words came to me. "Heli tius naman" I muttered over and over, my hands began to glow as his skin begins to form back together. His eyes showed amazement as he watched my form changed, my hair turned white as snow. I looked towards the Wendigo who was about to kill Sam, and hold out my hand as I begin enchanting.

"Sini tuis montir ot leh!" The Wendigo turns but is trapped in place growling at me.

"Sam now!" I yelled and Sam grabs the flare gun then lights the evil son of a bitch. As the Wendigo burned I turn my focus back to Dean, who was staring at me. Sam runs over, with fear in his eyes.

"....Not bad, huh?" Dean jokes as he stands up and he pulls me up along with him. Sam sighs I'm relief, then hugs me.

"Thank you...I don't know what you did but I don't know what I would've done if he..." Sam let's go and Dean slowly approaches me.

"Your nose.." He reaches over and rubs the blood from my skin with his sleeve. After we exit the woods, an ambulance loads up Tom. Two Police officers interviews Ben as Sam stands behind him.

"And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?" Asked the officer.

"That's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds." Ben agreed and Sam nods in approval.

"All right, we'll go after it first thing." I watched as Haley talked to Dean, both have already been patched up. A weird feeling set in my heart, what is this? Am I...jealous? Haley attempts to kiss Dean on the cheek, but he slowly stepped back. They exchange a few words, then he turns to look at me. Sam sits on the Impala's hood with me as Dean walks over.

"Man, I hate camping." Dean complains.

"Me too." Sam agrees.

"It's not so bad." I say.

"So I guess...you win the bet." Dean admits. "I'm sorry for not being there when it came after you."

"It's ok....it's not your fault your a dum dum sometimes." I giggle, noises of the ambulance caught our gaze. "Think they'll be ok?"

"Yeah they'll make it." Dean smirks, I grab his chin and kiss the corner of his mouth, however he didn't stop me, he slightly kissed back but then realized it wasn't an actual kiss.

"What was that for?" He said blushing.

"For coming to save me...and for wiping my nose and ruining your jacket." He smiles and looks over at his little brother who's smirking at us.

"Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?"

"Yeah, I know. But in the meantime? I'm driving." Dean smirks and tosses Sam the keys. The three of us get in the impala, slamming the doors almost in sync. What I can't get out of my head however, is why did Dean refuse Haley but not me?.....

The New Hunter Masterlist

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Bucky x Reader Trope: Accidental Eavesdropping Descr: Angst & Fluff

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You wanted to walk into the kitchen when you heard your name fall from Bucky’s lips. You stopped in your tracks and decided to turn around until they were finished mentioning you in there. Until you heard what it was about. “She acts like she has pity for all of us. It makes me uncomfortable. She’s trying too hard.” you turned around and ran to your room after these words. Your only fear with the team was to be disliked by them. You joined the group only days before Bucky and always did your best to be there for everybody, to not be annoying and to learn enough about them. “It concerns me, she’s overworking herself where she shouldn’t. She’s way too worried. I feel like she needs the same level of attention she gives to us and we’re not giving that to her.” he finished his little monologue and Steve pressed his lips together with a nod. Bucky has been your training partner since you both came to the compound and you always tried your best to help him with the problems he had with his PTSD. He was still very distanced towards you, but not in a negative way. At least that’s what you thought until you accidentally eavesdropped on him talking about you. You decided to not eat breakfast, your appetite was gone anyways and you still had a few episodes of Brooklyn 99 left to watch. Bucky noticed when you didn’t come to eat breakfast. It worried him, you always made sure everyone ate enough and you talked about the shows you currently watched every evening. “Friday? Can you deny the rest of the team access to my room? Except for Tony, of course.” you looked at the ceiling. “Of course.” the gentle female computer voice answered. - “Friday? Can you tell me where Y/N is?” the brunette asked after everyone had finished breakfast and went about their day. “She is in her room. It seems like she doesn’t want to be disturbed.” the voice answered him. “Is she medically okay?” he asked. “Yes, her vitals are normal. She seems to be upset but wants to be left alone.” she informed him. He slowly exhaled with a frown. This wasn’t like you at all and he knew something must’ve happened in the last 24 hours.

“Y/N?” he knocked against your door before turning the door knob, expecting the door to open. “Can you let me in?” he asked with a calm voice and you put on headphones to not hear his voice anymore. “If you need me, I’m-” music interrupted his voice and a tear ran down your face. He turned away from the door and walked towards the training area. “Do you think someone upset Y/N?” Bucky looked at Steve with a frown. “Might be the case.” he shrugged before continuing his set of pull-up’s. “She didn’t eat, I can’t open her door. I hope everything is okay.” he started his own workout. “She’s a big girl. Probably just needs a day off.” came back. After blasting Linkin Park and Beyonce through your headphones for almost two hours you thought yourself capable to continue a fairly normal day. You’d have to figure out ways to get past the soldier but you couldn’t let this interfere with your life too much. With headphones on a low volume and in cozy clothes you made your way to the kitchen to at least eat a sandwich. “Oh my god, Y/N. You’re okay. What happe-” he tried to hug you but you walked right past him. Under his confused glare you made yourself a big sandwich with Aerosmith blasting guitar solos through your ears. Cleaned up, started the dishwasher and made your way to the training room. “Hey, no food in the training room.” Sam joked and your eyes were venom. “Get off my nonexistent dick, pigeon.” he never saw you this aggravated and any comeback in his head vanished with his shock. You sat down on the box in front of the big window, eating your sandwich, trying to calm down. One side of your headphones was slowly taken out, “Who do I need to beat up, babygirl?” Sam meant it, he never saw you this irritated before and whoever was responsible for this should get a concussion of a lifetime. “Bucky.” you mumbled and just saying his name ruined your mood again and made you lose a tear. Arms were gently placed around you and pulled you in, “What did tin-man do to you?” “He said…that I act like I pity all of you and…” a sob left you and he started frowning, “…that I make him uncomfortable and that I’m trying too hard. I heard it when I wanted to get breakfast this morning.” He would lie if he said he wasn’t angry at his friend for making you feel like this. “Hey, babygirl. Listen to me.” he took your face in his hands, “You are the best teammate out of all of them. You make us sandwiches, make sure we eat and drink enough, stitch us up after missions. You don’t make me uncomfortable ever. You’re not annoying. Sure, mothering me isn’t always what I prefer but I would never take you for granted like that.” he tried to soothe you. “Thank you, Sam.” you got the tears off your face. “No problem. You deserve to hear that every once in a while.” he hugged you again. “Can I work out with you?” you looked up at him and a soft smile formed on his face. “Of course, but I think you should eat that sandwich first.” he nudged his head over and you nodded. “I think I did something wrong…but I don’t know what?” Bucky said to his best friend. “Try to talk to her later or whenever she wants to talk to you again.” his hand was on Bucky’s shoulder when they heard you laugh and walk in.

-

You walked into the kitchen laughing at one of Sam’s joke and ignored the rest of the room. “You lost the bet, not my fault.” he smiled at you. “Fine. I’ll make you a sandwich. But only cause you’ve been such good company today.” you gave him a stern look. “Don’t want to see you sad, babygirl.” he said sitting at the counter. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. Half of the work was done by Beyoncé on my headphones.” you snorted before preparing him a sandwich and presenting it to him. “THIS is what victory tastes like.” he grinned and you both fell into a laughing fit. You both had the tradition of journaling together in silence twice a week and when you didn’t show up for that, he knew he did something wrong. It must’ve been him. The last thing he said to you the day before was a normal “Sleep tight, Sugar Plum.” He called you that, not because of actual sugar plums, but because plums were his favorite and you were his favorite. You were more than just his favorite but you didn’t know that. He actually planned on getting everyone on board with giving you the love back that you gave everyone. That was what he had talked about earlier that day with Steve. He wanted to tell you sometime in the coming weeks. Wanted to make you emotionally better by telling everyone to treat you a little better. And here he sat alone on the couch, you hated him and he didn’t know why. “Tasha?” he looked towards the redhead that had just walked in and got her attention. “James?” she smiled. “Do you know what I did for Y/N to be so cold towards me? I don’t remember saying anything hurtful or triggering. Maybe I’m just incredibly dumb but…would you please do me a favor and find out?” he looked so heartbroken. “Talk to her, Buck.” she suggested. “She won’t let me.” he bit his lip nervously. Sam walked in with a scolding look, “Never saw someone make such a mess while being so obviously in love, holy.” “What?” Bucky was confused. “Wait, you don’t know what you did?” Sam’s eyebrows raised up. “Nobody is telling me, no.” he answered and let himself fall against the couch cushion. “I played with the idea of breaking your nose and giving you a concussion when she told me.” his hand went over his face. Nat left the room but was clearly still listening in. “You talked about her this morning.” Sam started and a nod came back. “You said she acts like she’s pitying all of us, that she makes you uncomfortable and that she’s trying too hard. Tell me WHERE you wouldn’t be mad in her skin?” he smacked his friend over the head. “Fuck, that wasn’t even meant that way. I was talking to Steve about her getting too deep into this whole caring and mothering thing when she feels mentally unstable. I just asked him if he was on board with the idea of asking the team to treat her a little better…so that she feels better again. She must’ve heard only the first part, shit.” he rubbed his temples. “Then go and fix it, you absolute dumbass of a man.” he was really not having it. “I will.” he stood up to go straight to your room. Four knocks, Bucky. “Y/N, can we please talk?” he asked with his softest voice. You ignored him deliberately, for good reasons. “I know why you’re mad but that’s not what I actually said.” his forehead was against your door. “Friday? Can you play the kitchen surveillance footage of Steve and me this morning. On her screen?” he asked and you took your headphones out. Your TV switched to a video of the kitchen. He made you relive this? Really? * “What’s wrong, buddy?” “I don’t know. I’m just concerned for Y/N.” “Why? Something wrong?” Steve asked concerned. “I know she probably doesn’t show it as obvious to the rest of you but she seems very mentally drained. But instead of putting herself first she keeps giving. She acts like she has pity for all of us. It makes me uncomfortable. She’s trying too hard. It concerns me, she’s overworking herself where she shouldn’t. She’s way too worried. I feel like she needs the same level of attention she gives to us and we’re not giving that to her.” “We should talk to the others about that.” Steve answered. “God, I love her. I just don’t want her to end up completely shattered.” “When did you plan on telling her?” “I don’t know. Probably when she starts getting better. I don’t want to be manipulative by accident.” “Hey, it’s gonna work out fine. Trust me.” he calmed down his friend.

*

With a shocked face your TV went back to a screen saver. Slowly and shaky you made your way to the door and opened it to see a Bucky that was internally beating himself up. “I’m so sorry.” he seriously looked like a hurt puppy. You closed the door behind him. “I didn’t know you were there. I said it in all the wrong ways. I should’ve stopped after the first two sentences. I was so worried for you. I’m so sorry.” he was a waterfall of words. “It’s okay, Bucky.” you both had sat down on your bed and you took his hands. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” you drew circles on the back of his hands to soothe him and get him out of his intrusive thoughts. “I’m so sorry.” he looked at you again. “Hey, it’s okay. We would’ve worked it out sooner or later. It’s okay.” you hugged him. “Why are you so nice to me after I made you feel so awful?” he asked in a shaky voice. “Cause there is an explanation for it and I love you. Why would I hold grudges against you.” you took his head into your hands. “Really. I mean it when I say it’s okay, Bucky.” now he grabbed you into a tight hug. “I’ll choose my words better next time. I promise.” he mumbled. “I hope Sam didn’t hurt you.” you giggled while the hug broke apart. “Smacked me over the head.” he huffed with a small smile. “Poor Bucky Bear.” you jokingly pitied him. “I hope you don’t change because of what I said. I love you the way you are, okay? Just…maybe try to overwork yourself less.” his hands went over your waist and hips. “Sorry I missed out on our journaling bit.” your hand went through his hair soothingly. “You know, I planned on confessing to you in a completely different way. Had it planned out.” he looked at you with a shy smirk. “You still have time,” you smiled, “What was the plan?” “Telling you why I call you Sugar Plum.” he chuckled. “And why do you call me that?” your grin got wider. “Sugar, cause that’s how I called girls in the 40’s. Plum because they are my favorite fruit and you’re my favorite person. You’re way more than my favorite person and I thought you deserve to know that.” A boyish but shy smile was on his face and he was blushing. “Gosh, hopeless romantic.” you rolled your eyes before closing the distance between the two of you. He pulled you onto his lap, one hand on your lower back, one hand messing with your hair. His lips were soft, tasted like cinnamon, the cinnamon buns you’d left on the coffee table. After he kissed you dizzy he looked at you with your messed up hair and kiss-swollen lips. “Still wanna journal together?” he asked with the happiest smile ever. “Of course. Don’t get too touchy feely tho.” you winked before climbing off of his legs and walked towards the door with a, “Friday, grant the team access to my room again when I’m in it. And Bucky also when I’m not in it.” he eyed you from behind with heart-eyes that were visible to Alaska. “Gosh, you can do that now without getting possibly caught. I’m not responsible for broken noses and dents in walls.” you smirked over your shoulder. This journaling date was definitely different from the others.

[forkanna]

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"Come on, don't be mad," Rise insisted for the hundredth time as they waited for the train to come through. They had been there for a few minutes, bags in hands and feet impatient. At least they a few CDs apiece, and a poster that Rise hoped would do for Chie's gift, even though it was Bruce Lee's Enter The Dragon instead of Sonny-Sammy-whoever.

"Why not? My feelings are just as valid as yours."

"And it wasn't my fault! Like, you heard me try to tell him I didn't want any attention!"

"False modesty. I mean, I bet you say shit like that all the time, just so you look like a precious little princess."

The train going the opposite way whipped past, and she watched Ai's pink dress flutter for a moment until the din died down. Then she said in a quiet voice, "You want to be left alone? I will leave you alone. I just don't think that's what you really want."

"You were going to ditch me anyway. What does Risette want with some small-town teen queen when she's Japan's teen queen? It would happen sooner or later."

"Do you want me to apologise for your friend getting star-struck?"

"He was my friend first. And I mean, not that we're close, just that he's someone I-"

"Because I won't."

Ai blinked a couple of times before turning to look at her properly. "What did you just say?"

"I'm not going to apologise," Rise repeated firmly, her own features severe and intense now. "Remember me telling you I didn't even submit my first idol contest application myself? I never asked for all this. I have enjoyed it, sure — who wouldn't? But it's not 'my fault' people go crazy for celebs. Besides, I even tried to tell that guy not to make a big deal, to just let me hang out with my friend, and he kept fangirling anyway. My input clearly doesn't matter, so I am taking zero responsibility for him being an otaku. Do you understand?"

The other girl looked completely thunderstruck. In fact, she had no words. The train arrived shortly afterward, and they both got on without speaking, grasping for overhead straps as the doors slid shut.

It wasn't until they got off at the Yasoinaba station and Rise had started striding for the steps, feeling like a failure, that she felt her hand grasped from behind. She turned to slap whatever creep had grabbed her, but the creep was Ai, so she decided not to hit her. Yet.

"What?" No answer. Ai was too busy staring down at the space between their shoes. "Come on, it's getting late… I can still work a shift at Marukyu if you let me g-"

"I'm sorry!" she burst out, then cleared her throat to try again. "I apologise, Rise."

"What?"

"Shut up, don't make me say it again. I overreacted and I already feel stupid."

Cranking up the bubbliness to eleven, she gushed, "Oh noooo, I don't think I heard you at aaaaalllllll. What was that, Ebi-chaaaan?"

"Sh-shut UP!"

"Do you wuv meeeeee?" This time, Ai did yank her hand away and begin to stomp off down the steps, leaving a giggling Rise to chase after her.

"Like you said, have fun at Marukyu."

"You were a meanie," she told her, still laughing just a little. "I think I get to tease you a little."

"I don't like it. And I have explained why."

"Yeah. Your grade school classmates weren't teasing you, though. They were mocking you."

"Same fucking difference."

Jogging to walk side-by-side with her, despite Ai occasionally picking up speed to try and outstrip the idol, she went on, "Not really. Friends tease. Bullies mock… or sometimes hurt you physically. Did you ever get hurt like that?"

"Well… yeah, I did. But it's been a while. I mean, certainly not since elementary."

"Well that's good. I'll try not to tease you too much, but like, it's not going to work if I can't tease you. Because friends do that, and leaving that out would make this kinda fake. Right?"

Ai raised an eyebrow and glanced over at her. "I… do not follow that logic at all. You're weird."

"I'm not," she giggled, leaning down to smile up at her. "C'mon, it's fun. And I promise-promise I'll try to keep an eye on it so I don't make you feel really bad, and you might even get used to it. And that might help you with that 'everybody's tone is mocking' thing you feel."

"So let me get this straight. You think by teasing me, you're doing me a favour by desensitising me to people being jerks?"

"Right!"

"And that's 'friendship'? Putting me through that gauntlet?"

"Yup! I'm pretty great, right? My generosity is limitless!"

Finally, the grumpy girl laughed as they got to the bus stop, plopping down on the bench with their bags next to their feet. "Whatever. You're insane."

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm amazing and it just looks insane."

"Two sides of the same coin."

"So… I didn't wanna ask in front of 'the expert', but what was all that in the CD store? You two were off in your own little world there."

Ai's face was already flushed from being annoyed earlier, and all that power-walking. But it definitely didn't get any less rosy as she fidgeted, playing with the hem of her dress. "That's… it's stupid."

"Might be. But we're friends, we have to share stupid interests and stuff."

"You're really starting to be a pain with this 'friend' thing all the time." But Rise was patient. And eventually… "It's… something left over from my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yes. She, um, she used to really love those old city pop singers; had so many records. Her fave was Mariya Takeuchi; just had really fond memories from her childhood, and she used to play them for me all the time."

A sinking feeling settled into the pit of her stomach. "Your mom… is she, u-um…?"

"Hm? No, she's alive. Probably." Ai looked extremely conflicted for a moment before heaving a deep sigh. "She moved out at the beginning of last year."

"Moved out? Like… a divorce?"

"Not officially. Yet. But it seems like it's going to be a matter of time." When Rise opened her mouth to reply, she was quick to cut her off. "Look. After my dad got rich overnight, I wasn't the only one who changed. We all did. But my mother seemed to resent it, even though we were all different afterward — including her hypocritical ass. Said she couldn't stay in the house with her b- with us, because we were like strangers now. And I…"

Rise gave her a few seconds to finish the thought. When she didn't, she reached over with her free hand to take up Ai's in a gentle grip. That seemed to encourage her to continue.

"It's my fault. For changing too much, for no longer being the child she raised. And I got so angry with her, said a lot of things I can never take back… I drove her away. Like I tried to do to you. So you see? Might as well ditch me now before I treat you like shit one day."

As if she hadn't already. But saying that was not productive, so she focused on the subject at hand. "Hey… I don't think that's right." When the other girl began to sigh, she pushed on, "No, listen. She's your mom, right? She's the adult — her and your dad, I mean. Of course if she's telling you she doesn't like how you have changed because you're growing up, like, you're gonna get mad. She's supposed to be the one who can figure out you're just mad and you'll get over it, or whatever."

"That sounds great, but I don't think it works that way in the real world."

"Maybe not this time, but it's how it's supposed to work. So don't go around hating on yourself for something she needed to do better."

Finally seeming to realize her hand was being held, she turned to blink at her new friend, brow furrowed. "I don't… know… I guess I wasn't expecting you to be this… genuinely…"

"Awesome?" she attempted with a small smile as the bus arrived. "Pretty? Hot as hell?"

"Nice. Even to a huge bitch like me."

Once they had both paid their fare and chosen a seat in the back, Rise whispered, "Listen. We're going to have to get used to each other. But we should probably get to know each other if we really want a shot at that." She chewed on her thoughts for a moment as they rode into Inaba. "Mmmm, did you know I actually really like helping out at Marukyu?"

"Hadn't really thought about it." After a second, she relented, "Okay, I guess I thought it was just some kind of PR stunt. But don't read too much into that."

"You're fine," she giggled as she snaked her arm around Ebihara's elbow, ignoring the fresh twitch it earned her. "But yeah, it's probably weird, but I actually really enjoy frying up the ganmodoki myself. Getting my hands dirty, helping clean up, straighten up, checking on my grandma…"

Though Ai had been ramrod straight like a tin soldier ever since they linked arms, she slowly began to relax the more she listened to Rise. "Well yeah, I guess I get that. She's family and you probably missed her while you were off dazzling the world."

"The world? Please. I mean, I do have a handful of fans in Korea and China, but none any further than that. I'm not that special."

"You are. They just can't see it past the language barrier."

"Awwwww…"

"I regret everything," she grumbled. But of course, Rise was still giggling as they slipped off the bus and onto the sidewalk, a lot closer to their sleepy little city.

"Hey, can I come over and listen to my CD at your place? I don't have a CD player anymore."

"Then… why did you buy- never mind. You probably have even more disposable income than I do."

Rolling her eyes, she bumped Ai just enough so that they both stumbled the tiniest bit. "Dork! I only accepted because he was so happy to be doing us a favor. And I figured hey, I might as well pick something I wanted instead of just a couple of random CDs I didn't care about. These are souvenirs now."

"Ah yes. Souvenirs of the time you had to put up with a raging harpy."

"Wow! Like, you really only have two modes, don't you? 'Meanie' and 'Depression Fest 2012'."

But apparently, that had been the wrong thing to say. Rise was just trying to tease like she always did; it was part of her job. The more she teased, the more she played, the more fun people had. The more fun they had, the better mood they were in. The better their mood, the more likely they were to capitulate to whatever the terms were — those of her manager, or herself. And it had all worked out, because she wanted friends so badly and everyone around seemed to become her friend when she treated them that way. Even if the friendships didn't last.

But this time, it silenced Ai so completely that she found herself checking on her every few seconds as they walked along. What did she say? Had it really been that much worse than anything else so far? Eventually, she wound up stopping to pull her into a gentle hug.

"God… it's not- you don't have to do that."

"I'm sorry. You know I'm playing with you, right? Just playing! But if I'm really hurting you…"

Ai shook her head and dropped her bags so she could cling to her, burying her face in those mauve locks. "Shhh, you're fine. I… you don't have to do this. Any of it. But you're not screwing up as bad as you think you are, I'm just a bitch. Sorry for all these constant reminders."

"It's okay." Especially because Ai was so warm. This hug nearly undid all of the pain and strife they had put each other through over the course of a scant few total hours they had spent in each other's company.

And Rise didn't seem to be the only one who thought as much. Those arms tightened on her back, practically clinging to her as they soaked up each other's warmth. Why did this feel so right? They were all wrong for each other as friends, if all their bickering was any indication, yet a simple hug was like a dream come true. Ai smelled so good, expensive perfume mingling with soft skin just on the other side of that dress.

Even though the lace on Ai's choker was tickling her nose. Eventually, that made it twitch, and then she giggled as she shivered in an attempt to suppress a reaction.

"What?" Ai asked, confused.

"The lace tickled. You wear that thing all the time and I don't know why." It prompted a quiet sigh from the taller girl, so Rise skipped backward, hands in the small of her back. Maintaining a high energy level for their day might distract her from whatever demons she was battling internally. "C'mon! I'll race you to Junes!"

"Wha- hey, wait a minute, what about our bags? You don't expect me to carry all this!"

Maybe part of her motivation for taking off running and leaving Ai to carry all of their purchases was to instill a little more humility in the prissy girl. Or maybe she just wanted to do something carefree. Either way, her friend did scoop up the bags before taking off running after her.

                                                    ~ o ~

"NOOOOO, give it back!"

"We've had enough of this weird thing!" Chie cackled as she ran away with Teddie's bear mascot head, holding it aloft while the blond boy himself chased after her. Rise leaned back in the food court chair and laughed her head off. Yes, she knew the head meant a lot more to him than just part of some costume; they all knew that, except for Ebihara. But he had been up to his usual mischief, saying he was going to "score" with Yukiko simply because she let him have some of her french fries. He obviously spent a little too much time listening to Yosuke.

"You guys are too much," Kanji sighed, face-palming as he leaned heavily against the table. But he didn't do anything to stop Chie and Yosuke throwing it back and forth, either.

"I have to say, this is a bizarre group of people to have come together," Ai commented as she sipped at her smoothie. Maybe she still wasn't ordering a ton of junk food, but she had insisted that a smoothie was really "cheating on her diet" considering that before she had met Narukami, she probably would have ordered a diet soda and no more. Their bags were stashed under their chairs until they headed home later — except for the poster. That was safely tucked beneath Yukiko's chair, once all the excessive bowing and thanking was over with, and Rise had refused to accept any money from her. She was just happy to help out her friends.

"I suppose so," Naoto conceded with a sage nod, hand at her chin as always. "From the outside looking in, it would seem strange to anyone."

"So how did you all meet, then? Bizarre multi-grade class project?"

There was definitely a pause. None of them were quite sure what excuse to come up with; only that they had to think of something to tell her that didn't involve supernatural hijinks. That would only send the average person running for the hills.

"Remember the Midnight Channel?" Yukiko began.

"Yukiko!" Kanji blustered. But she forged ahead, undeterred, and Rise felt her thighs clench beneath the tabletop. Moment of truth…

"Well, that murderer who killed Miss Yamano and the others? We knew he was somehow using the TVs to announce his next victims. Not only that, but my own kidnapping made it impossible to ignore for all of us; myself, obviously, but Chie and the others couldn't just wait for someone else to put a stop to it once our friends were becoming targets. We started investigating on our own since the police didn't seem to have any leads. And when Naoto-kun came to town and began to work with the police directly, we all sort of… found each other, thanks to that common goal."

Wow. Ai wasn't the only one dumbfounded; the others at the table found themselves impressed that she had come up with such a believable almost-truth on the spur of the moment like that.

"Th-that's amazing," Ai finally said, still blinking rapidly to try and dispel her shock. "I didn't know the rest of you were also detectives."

"Not very good ones," Rise provided with a little awkward laugh. "But all of us putting our heads together, we were finally able to figure out it was that creep Adachi. The power of teamwork!"

"Hey, you don't have to keep calling her 'Naoto-kun'," Kanji suddenly said with a slight frown at Yukiko. "We know she's a chick now, don't be disrespectful."

While Yukiko was looking regretful and beginning to bow to offer an apology, Naoto smiled and patted the tall boy on the bicep. "It's fine. In fact, I'm much more comfortable with that than I ever could be with something feminine like 'Nao-chan'. Just doesn't suit me."

Even as Rise was calling out "NAO-CHAAAAAAAAAAN" in a loud, carrying voice and throwing her arms around the stoic girl, prompting some flustered shovings, Ai was smiling across at the junior detective prince. "Naoto-kun it is. Obviously we want you to be comfortable."

Both the sentiment and the smile were so unexpected from Ai Ebihara that everyone stopped to look at her. After a second or two, she cleared her throat and went back to sipping at the dregs of her smoothie.

"Thank you, Ebihara-san," Naoto finally managed as Rise dropped back into her seat.

"Of course. See? I'm not a cunt all the time."

"Never said you were," Rise cooed as she pinched her cheek.

"HEY! Didn't I tell you to stop getting so physical with me? My face is the real money maker and so help me…"

Things only devolved from there. Kanji was apologizing profusely for presuming too much, Naoto was trying to assure him she didn't mind either, Yukiko had lapsed into another uncontrollable giggle-fit when she noticed Chie and Yosuke had started throwing Teddie himself back and forth. And Ai… was laughing and smiling. Not much; she still looked a little out of place there, not quite sure how she fit into the group of friends.

But she was starting to. Sometimes, a modicum of progress was the best you got.

                                                    To Be Continued…

[damnrightobsessedwithim]

Eyes Ch.3- Ben

A/N: this is literally one of those awkward parts of the whole story with no real plot other than feelings coming up and juicy flashbacks. I’m not personally as proud of this one as I could be. But it’s getting me where I need to be for the next chapter so I hope you like it!!

Warnings: None really. Hux getting hurt, some yelling, and a few curses words

Word count: 3,292?

Your outfit link:    https://goblinthreads.tumblr.com/post/169280036628/crowrunner-subzero-stealthing-deep-in-enemy

The one he gave you:    https://tenebris-studio.tumblr.com/post/169394086516/crowrunner-star-chancellor-of-the-first 

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Before you had started training to become a Jedi you didn’t have many friends. You had your father and mother who cared for you 24/7. You thought of them as your best friends, and when you met other kids in the village you didn’t get along with them very well. You didn’t know why you just didn’t.

But now your life changed. Then Ben came along. Soon as you met something clicked. Ben wasn't like any other person that you've never met, he was caring, and he didn't deal with anybody's crap, he wouldn't lie to you, in some ways he was who you had to thank.  He was one of the reasons why you are the person you are. 

You went into training being told that friends make you weak. Yes, you thought. You were probably told this so that you would not rank high. But that was far from right. You found a friend, and that only made you stronger in many different ways. 

You wouldn’t be as strong as you are without Ben being there for you. You always had hard times, times that would make it to where you lost confidence and everything that you did. But he stood by your side he helped you boost your confidence so that you could do those things. He supported you. Through everything thick and thin. He always asked how you were doing and made sure nothing hurt you or got in your way ever. That’s one thing you miss. Ben having your back and you even having his.

“Ben. I can’t do it,” you complain after a whole day of not succeeding in training and being told that you weren’t concentrating enough. Then getting really mad at master Luke and him telling you to go away.

“What do you mean. What happened?” he asked with a sound of worry in his voice.

“ Nothing I just… I… I flipped on skywalker. He kept pushing me to concentrate. And I couldn’t and i-” you stopped mid-sentence because Ben was laughing. Is he laughing at me? You thought.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your so pent up sometimes,” he said, “ which is fine.” he stated after seeing your reaction to being called “pent up”. So you scoffed at him. And started to walk away.

He runs up to you “ hey stop, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant you have to not let Skywalker get to you all the time. That’s why you can’t concentrate, your focusing on all of the bad stuff. Well not that it’s really bad. BUT still, you just need to clear your mind.”

“And how do you expect me to do that?” You sternly ask him.

“Here come with me. I’m looking forward to this.”

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What did he mean by he looks forward to it? You thought to yourself. What could he possibly look forward to? You’re literally going to trick him. Well... leave him. But that was the plan, to begin with, you're going to basically subject him into thinking one thing and then find a way to leave.  and if you happen to help him to change his mind about turning to the dark side then so be it. Although you don’t like to think of it as tricking him more like “misleading him” no that sounds bad too. All in all, you are just trying to save yourself and if you happen to save Kylo along the way then that’s what will happen.

But that still doesn’t answer your question of what he meant when he said it. 

You begin to think about The flashback that you just had. You miss it, Maybe you just really miss the thought or the feeling of what happened back when you two were besties. yeah, that's what it is you miss the thought you miss having it you necessarily miss him.  what are you talking about yes you do, you miss him, you miss everything about your Ben? If it wasn’t for Ben, you don't know where you would be. You don't know where you would have gotten in training. 

He helped you find your safe haven, he had helped you find everything you ever wanted. He was so sweet, to you about literally everything. There were times when you got so angry and he would be able to calm you down by the snap of his fingers he just understood you so well. You miss having Ben there every single time you get mad or angry or scared or frustrated. You miss the old Ben.

What if you could get him back?  what if you can get the old Ben the nice  Ben.  the pain that always understood you. if you could you would have to possibly lie to him first.  but just to get there just to be able to get into his mind. which for the record you know is going to be very hard. but once it happens, if it happens, you would have you’re old been back.  and plus how could it be that hard, you just once before when you first met him, Maybe you could do it again.

But then again you couldn’t help but yo remember what he had turned into. You can't help but to think this is all your fault, I mean if you hadn’t left in the first place maybe possibly everything would be all right now. Maybe you would even have Kylo...No...Ben by your side. The two of you could possibly even be The Jedi Masters that you always wanted to be. But that can't happen now you left and he stayed now you're going to have to deal with your consequences. 

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the door opening. It's Kylo accompanied by the redhead General guy. And they are obviously arguing. 

“ And I've already told you I don't understand. you're letting her out and she keeps making you angry and then you go and take that anger out on-” argued Red.

“I need you to be quiet,” Kylo ordered him. He looked angry. But like in a strangely attractive way. 

You shudder as you think about it. STOP STOP STOP you can't be thinking of him this way!! You tell yourself dreading the unwelcome thoughts that almost sprouted to the surface of your conciseness.

“My point is, I don't understand why you're letting her. Because she is no help to us, she's going to be in the way.” red snaps to Kylo

Kylo turns to red, “Because I can.”

Red started, “Supreme leader don't let your personal interest-” and in seconds Red’s voice was gone. Kylo was using the force to constrict his voice. 

Red was trying to grasp on to the invisible hands that were around his throat. His face was turning purple, and his veins were popping from his forehead. As this was happening Kylo began to yell. 

“HOW DARE YOU. THIS IS WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. WHEN I PUT YOU DOWN YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE. AND GO DO SOMETHING USEFUL. AND I FORBID YOU TO ASK ANY MORE QUESTIONS OR EVEN QUESTION WHY I DO WHAT I DO AND WHY I MAKE THE CHOICES I MAKE. UNDERSTOOD?¨ 

Red nods his head, agreeing with what Kylo had said. And Kylo drops Red to the ground. You can’t help but feel bad for him. He surely did not deserve that. Never mind. You think to yourself. It’s not your business. 

Red gets up after massaging his neck, where you can see bruises already forming, and leaves. Which means only Kylo and you are left in the room. 

You hate these moments. They make you feel even more vulnerable than you want to be. Which you don’t. 

¨Follow me and I will show you where your sleeping chambers are.” he demanded you.

You did as you were told. 

You walked out of your cell behind Kylo. It was awkward between the two of you or at least you thought so. you are fighting back the urge to ask him why, why would he look forward to it. You just put it to the back of your head block it out of your mind. Why should you care? 

Block is oddly quiet and you can't help but look up at him every once in a while.  At this point, you're practically yearning for him to say something, anything? But no It's oddly quiet. The only sound you hear your footsteps. You look to the ground and think,  it's so odd does he never want to talk to you in public? The only time he ever talks to you is when you were alone.  Redhead isn't even there half the time. Then you look up add everything around you. 

You start to notice that you are getting weird looks from everyone around you. What's their problem? Why do they keep looking at me? Do I look funny? You start to panic, not that you really care what you look like just the fact that there's literally everybody staring at you kind of put you off the edge. 

¨No you look fine, they're looking at you because you're with me.¨ Kylo whispered under his breath.

 Fuck, why do our minds always have to be linked? Wait are they always Linked. No, I don't think so. Wait, he said I looked fine. Wow, that’s a step up for Mr. I don’t know how to be nice.

 You look up to him, ¨ Why?¨ you ask him. Who cares if you are standing next to supposed all-mighty Kylo Ren.

¨ They care, it's not every day you see me escorting someone. The jobs normally left for Stormtroopers to do.¨

¨ So then why are you doing this?¨ you ask him.

 He chuckles a little bit,¨ Because I can.¨

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You’re sitting in the grass field, and fiddling with the grass.  Ben's there with you. the two of you actually have the day off so you decide to come out there and let Ben help you with your concentration skills. Since apparently you don't seem to be very good with them at the moment. Constantly getting mad for no reason. Luckily Ben is there to help you out especially since he understands it.

He's just sitting there staring at you. And then finally you look up and see him.  is amazing hair the way waves in the breeze, his beautiful eyes that just take you to a whole nother dimension when you stare into them, his overly defined jawline, his beautifully angled nose, and his perfect lips.  you can't help but to look at him and not be in complete awe. how did you get this to be your best friend? but that's just the thing he was.

¨ What are you staring at?¨ you asked him.

¨ Nothing just maybe, possibly, my beautiful best friend, ¨ he responded smirking.

¨ Wow,¨ you laughed not taking him seriously.

¨ Wow what?¨ he asked you.

¨ Oh my gosh, then let's just…. I need help concentrating please, that's why we came out here in the first place.¨ you remind him. Not that you hate when he tries to act romantic or compliments you. You just really don't want to fully accept it. I mean nobody's ever thought of you that way.

¨ You are such a brat sometimes, you know that right?¨  he chuckled. That laugh, his amazing laugh, its something that you know you will never not love to hear. 

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 Wow.  That laugh, that is how you know Ben is still in there. You think to yourself.

He pauses where he completely stops walking, and you bump into him.

¨ Hey! what's-¨ You start but never get to finish the question. But you know what the problem is. He was in your head. He heard you refer to him as ¨Ben¨. Does he really hate it that much? Why would he? And above all why would he change gin name in the first place? You block the rest of the thought from your head. It is obvious to you that it is a bit of a touchy subject for him.

 He's stuttering, ¨not-...nothing, nevermind.¨ he says finally. ¨Here it is¨ he says pointing at a door. Which he opens and gestures for you to walk in first.

¨This will be your chambers, your bathroom is through that door,¨ He points to the opposite door fro the one you just walked through, ¨ Bed, closet, table, couch. You have everything you need here. I have also placed some er... Other clothing choices in the closet. I expect you to use it. Understood?¨ 

You nod your head

¨Good. Now in order for you to be my apprentice you need to train. Which I have already set up.¨ he informs you.

Training? You haven't trained in such a long time, you just tend to use new things that you make up on your own. Because you wanted to completely stopped training after you left so not like you tried anything else or even continued. 

I wonder what it's going to be like. You thought to yourself. Who are you going to be training with? 

¨Umm.. who exactly will I be training with?¨ you ask him.

¨ You will be training with a mix of myself and General Hux.¨  he said to you.

¨ Hux? You mean the redhead?¨

¨ Yes. And you will NOT call him the redhead anymore understood?¨ he adds sternly. 

 You rolled your eyes but agreed. Not that you're going to remember his name anyways.

¨ Good. Now that we have that settled. I expect you to join me for dinner. And do not wear those rags. There's a nice outfit that I have picked out for you it's in your closet. You are to wear it, and join me in 2 hours for dinner.  Understood?¨  he demanded of you. wow, he's so domineering.  but you didn't much mind. 

¨ Yes.¨ You say. He just stares at you waiting. You correct yourself ¨ Yes, Supreme Leader¨ 

Then he simply walks out. 

You are left alone. So you decide to check out the room a bit. It’s actually quite nice,  is a queen-size bed,  a really nice wooden table with matching chairs,  a soft couch that you just sink into. You've never had this before, So it was nice. You look in the bathroom and it has beautiful countertops. It even has two sinks. You turn around to look at the shower. How is everything in here so freaking nice you asked yourself? Since when did the first order have time to make everything so fancy? You definitely won’t be getting used to this any time soon. You never got this growing up. 

This is one hell of an upgrade in a matter of hours though. You went from a boring old cell with bearly even a toilet, and no shower to this beautiful place. 

Thinking about all of this reminds you you need to take a shower.  

When you’re done, you get out and dry your hair, wrap a towel around your body and walk out and to the closet. There it is, the outfit he was talking about. 

Damn,  it's actually really cute. you dry your body house and drop your towel and put it on your undergarments, then proceed to put on the Latex like leggings, followed by the long sleeve mesh top then the beautiful corset and cowl. Then lastly the boots. You look in the mirror. And can’t help but think of how alike you feel to Kylo Ren. 

The thought bugs you. But at the same time its also sorta comforting.

You start to walk around the room. Looking at everything, it’s all so clean. You admire yourself in the mirror. But then feel guilty. You hate mirrors. And have never owned one. Your parents used to think that mirrors made people too selfish. So you have grown to think the same.

You still have about an hour left. And you realize you are tired so you decide to take a quick nap on your brand new bed. As soon as your head hits the pillow you really realize how tired you are. Well, no, more exhausted than tired. You think to yourself. Suddenly you drift off to sleep.

You dream of Ben, you dream of all the fun times you and Ben had. All the troublesome things the two of you did. Then you dream of the day in the grass field. And how you really felt. Then you hear your name,

¨y/n¨ then again but louder.

¨y/n!¨ then once more ¨Y/N!!¨ this wakes you up. And there at the end of the bed is Kylo Ren. Not Ben. 

¨Y/n, You are almost an hour late. I said two hours. And what you choose to disobey me?¨ He is angry. But you can’t help but see through that to his beautiful face. There’s something about that face that you can’t get out of your head.

¨No I was gonna come. I just got tired and fell asleep.¨ you say. It’s true, you did just fall asleep. 

¨Well get up, ill take you myself.¨ You do as your told and get up and follow him out of your chambers. As you are walking beside him he looks at you and studies your face.

You just keep looking forward. Thinking about the dream. Thinking about Ben.

¨I like it¨ Kylo says.

¨Pardon me?¨

¨The outfit. It suits you. The black really brings out your eyes.¨ He faces forward as he says this. What the hell? Why is he being so nice when he was just yelling at you? The whole thing shocks you.

¨I could stop if you want. I don’t have to be nice. It’s not one of my strong suits.¨ He answers your thoughts.

¨It used to be.¨ you whispered under your breath.

¨Ahh so you do remember me? I knew the whole, ¨I don’t know who you are¨ thing was an act on your part¨ He said.

Fuck!

¨So what if I do. Not that I like knowing my Ex-best friend turned evil¨ You snap.

¨Ex-... Ouch. Tell me what you really feel.¨ He laughed at this. A mechanical laugh. ¨Here we are,¨ he opens a door and there is what seems to look like a dining area. And sitting at the table is none other than Redhead himself.

¨Supreme Leader I- what is she doing here?¨ red asks Kylo.

¨She will be dining with us¨ Kylo pointed out. He pulled out a chair and sat down. 

¨But why?¨

¨Hux. Why do you have to ask so many damn questions? She is here because she agreed to be my new apprentice.¨

Äfter hearing this Red goes into a fit. His face gets red and he gets up and starts to yell.

¨Her!!! Why her?! Sir if I may. She is the one that continues to anger you. It’s like every time she opens her mouth it makes you mad. And she is no use to us, She will only be in the way as I said before¨

¨You´re right¨ Kylo says. Both red and you look at Kylo in shock. What? He looks down and yells ¨Leave now¨

You assume this means you. So you turn around and start to walk away only to be called.

¨No! Not you Y/N. I want you here. Hux Leave, Now¨ 

To those words, you shrink.

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[lihikainanea]

Request?/idea, since you’re in that headspace: Bill coming home from a shoot to find tiger drinking her feelings away on the couch.

Anonymous said: I'm in my feelings 'cause I'm dealing with some crap & its making me crave angst. Like Bill & Tiger having a drunken night in & lately Tiger's been feeling insecure so she goes to town on the alcohol. It loosens her up & she starts blurting out her insecurities to Bill. Like how she doesn't understand why he wants to be with her, when he could be with supermodels & how she doesn't want to hold him back. Really silly stuff that her brain thinks about sometimes *sighs*

Edit: I got carried awayyyyy.

I feel so called out right now. Listen man, I think usually tiger has her head on straight, except sometimes...maybe if he’s been away for awhile and really the only thing she’s seen of him is the airbrushed and photoshopped pap pictures and professional shots from whatever it is he’s promoting and where--maybe then sometimes it gets hard for her. Bill is just...god, he’s so beautiful you know? Inside and out, and sometimes tiger gets a little self-conscious about it. About why her. To boot, she’s met all of his ex-girlfriends--Bill has dated models, models, actresses, people who are paid large sums of money to be that beautiful on a constant basis.

It scares the hell out of her.

But I think she’s getting better at reeling it in, right. Sometimes it’s hard when he’s away and all she sees are these perfect photos of him impeccably dressed,  but then she remembers that this is the same dude whose eyes cross a second before he sneezes--every time. This is the same dude who gags when he tries to eat spinach. The same dude who whacks his big ass forehead on everything, who seemingly can’t control his limbs in all of their spectacular length. He’s impeccably dressed until she finds out that the shirt he wore cost $8,000 and that watch on his wrist is a cool $200,000 and then she bursts out laughing because Jesus Christ, his entire world is fucking ridiculous.

But maybe these things start to rear their ugly head when she’s had a lot going on. Bill’s been home and tiger’s been around but she’s also been working on a big project. And she levelled with him when she started it--told him straight up she’d be pulling long hours and really running herself a little thin, but this project had huge repercussions for her and if she knocked it out of the park, then the rewards for her and for her job would be incredible. Bill gets it, he knows what that’s like, and he’s not about to punish her if she needs to do this. So instead he just tries to maintain whatever balance he can for her--ensuring that she takes small breaks if it’s feasible, having a good breakfast waiting for her if she has to work on the weekend, making sure that the food she’s eating and snacking on is healthy and nourishing even if she has to vacuum it down in a 45 second time frame and then get back to work. And when she’s nearly in tears from exhaustion and the hustle of it all, he’s always waiting with a warm cuddle and some encouraging words to get her through.

But tiger also kind of...overdoes it. A lot. And has trouble really dealing with things. So maybe towards the end of the project, Bill comes home one night and she’s pretty tipsy on his couch--which is fine. She had a small win at work, she told him, and wanted to celebrate buuuuut whoops her hand slipped and she just kept pouring glasses. Bill doesn’t think much of it, she’s been working so hard. So he gives her a messy smooch, joins her for a drink, then hauls her into the shower with him for some play time before bed.

Tiger has a pretty hard time getting herself out of bed the next day.

And maybe that night or the next night, Bill is prepping dinner when tiger stumbles home--literally stumbles. She had happy hour drinks with a few colleagues on the project after work, but drinks turned into shots and sorry bud, she overdid it. Bill frowns a little--I mean, it’s Tuesday--but lets it go. He gets her changed into his shirt, tries to get her to eat a little something, but she basically falls asleep at the table.

And as the week goes on it kind of just gets worse. Because tiger is stressed out, she’s working herself thin, and when that happens--all kinds of crazy ideas creep into her brain. And maybe it’s triggered by one of her idiot colleagues, who said something to her over drinks. Sometimes about how handsome her date to the Christmas party was, and then another colleague pipes up that yeah that dude is famous--and then it becomes a whole thing. She’s grilled on how she met him, what he’s like, what they’re uh...doing. Like, are they together? No? Oh, that makes sense. Hey didn’t he date a lingerie model last year?

And then the pictures are pulled up. Of him and his ex-girlfriends.  Lots of them.

Maybe, to her credit, tiger didn’t realize how much it bothered her. How much she archived that in the torment section of her brain, just to be recalled endlessly for the days after. But come Friday--homegirl is basically a fucking mess. Because she’s realizing everything Bill is doing for her--cooking her good meals, offering up lots of back and tummy rubs and head scritchies, always ready with a bear hug, picking up things for around the apartment she always forgets, doing her groceries for her, running all kinds of menial errands that seem like nothing but always take her so much time on the weekend. And it’s all just been...a lot. Her colleagues’ words have been on her mind all week, the stress of the project is making her crack, and come Friday she’s just a mess. So maybe Bill insists on a quiet night in--if she wants to get drunk she can do it plunked on his lap on the couch.

And she does. But then it kind of just....explodes. And I’ll bet it happens right as Bill reaches and squeezes her tummy a bit, gives her a few pats there on her soft parts. It’s something he loves to do and something that normally gets her purring but this time it just kind of shuts her down.

“Don’t,” she snaps, and pushes his hand away. He’s a little taken aback by it because she usually loves when he does that.

“Okay,” he acquiesces, “Sorry, kid. You usually like when I do that.”

“Yeah well did your lingerie model girlfriend like it too?” she mutters under her breath.

“What?” his brow furrows in confusion.

“Your lingerie model girlfriend, Bill,” she isn’t yelling, but her tone is definitely escalating, “Remember her, buddy? In all of her perfectly proportionate glory?”

“Tiger, what are you--”

But she’s almost hysterical now, that quickly, and it’s this disastrous mix of exhaustion, stress, anxiety, self-loathing, anger--god, everything explosive about her is all coming to a head.

“Why, Bill?” she demands, “I guess that’s what everybody wants to know, right? Why me, after her? Why me, after all of them? The actress--the few actresses, actually. The model. The other model. The pro volleyball player.”

She’s staring at him accusingly, hopping up from his lap and pacing the living room. She has her drink in hand, and it’s sloshing messily over the rim of her glass. Bill wants to interrupt her, ask her what the fuck she’s going on about, but in actuality he’s kind of just...stunned into silence.

“Everybody at work is asking me how, asking me why. Why me. With someone like you. Because they didn’t have this, did they?” she lifts her shirt, pokes at the squishy part of her stomach, “They didn’t have boring 9-5 office jobs. They didn’t look like death in the mornings, or hungover, or tired or any of that. They didn’t have 17 different kinds of zit creams in their bathroom, did they? I’ll bet they certainly didn’t have pants they wore only one week a month because they bloated like a puffer fish and nothing else fit. You said it yourself about one of them--god the fuck was her name?”

She stops her rant, finishes half of her glass in one gigantic gulp. Bill’s eyes are huge, scared, and he’s motionless on the couch.

“I can’t remember her fucking name,” tiger waves passively, “But golden pussy? Does that ring a bell?”

Tiger drinks the rest of her wine in another giant gulp, and actually throws the glass against the wall. It shatters and Bill winces except now...now he’s mad. They’ve had this conversation before, and he’s not about to have it again. No fucking way. He can handle her moods, he knows he’s a lot to deal with, he gets that she can be a little on edge about it--but this? Hearing her put herself down so much, think she’s unworthy of him? That makes him angry. With her. Because how dare she.

The glass shatters, and tiger continues her tirade--but Bill stands.

“I didn’t see you for fucking months, Bill,” she says, “All because of this girl and what you called the best pussy you’ve ever had. Why don’t you find her again--her and her entire wardrobe of tiny little negligees, and go a few rounds with her instead. She’s more your type, no?”

And she’s just about to lace into him again--and it’s not HIM she’s mad at, she’s just mad at everything and all of what he embodies in her life--but she doesn’t have a chance. Because Bill is in front of her, and in a flash her back is slammed to the wall and her jaw is squeezed in his hand, his knee pinned between her legs.

“Enough,” he growls, “Enough, tiger.”

It breaks her a little bit--just a tad, but enough that he can get through. She swallows the lump in her throat, the one that was making her voice all shrill and shrieky, she sniffles and tries to keep the tears at bay.

“Look at me.”

“No,” she chokes, but he grabs her chin and roughly tilts it up, “Bill, no.”

But it’s too late, he has a hold of her and his eyes--furious and wide--are burning a hole through hers.

“I’m not doing this with you again,” he seethes, “Tiger, if I wanted her--or anyone else--I’d go out and get her.”

Tiger sniffles, chokes a little, but Bill doesn’t move.

“I want to throw you over my knee and spank your ass raw for this kid, and I would if I thought you were in the right mind,” he threatens through gritted teeth, “But you’re clearly insane. Fucking insane.”

“It’s you,” he jostles her chin a little and she whines, “Get it through your thick fucking skull kid, it’s you.”

And then he lets go--pulls away so suddenly that she crumples to the floor. He’s madder than hell--mad that she still thinks this, still thinks so little of him at the same time, mad that she’s drowning everything she’s feeling in alcohol. She knows better. On all accounts, she knows better. So he takes a step back, watches as she just gives at the knees and oozes to the floor. He takes a deep breath, runs his hand through his hair, walks a few steps to the bar cart. He pulls a glass from it, pouring out a thumb of scotch and knocking it back in one go. He takes a steadying breath in--the sound of her soft whimpers are breaking his heart, but god, she needs to learn. Needs to learn that he’s hers, in every single sense. That he couldn’t be with anyone else if he tried. That it’s her--everything, all of it, is hers. He's hers.

He exhales deeply, walks back and crouches in front of her. Then he does the only thing he can think of--he lurches forward and kisses her. Kisses the hell of out of her. Knocks her head back into the wall with the force of it as he grabs her face, settles his knees between her legs. And he doesn’t ease off when he feels her start to pull back, instead just tightening his hold on her and not letting her get away. She’s crying now, full on tears wetting his hands, and he just doesn’t give a shit. She needs to know. Needs to believe. But the more he kisses her, the more he’s kind of melting--she’s had a rough go of it, he knows that. And every time anything gets rough for her, she kind of faults to this belief that he just...doesn’t want her. That he shouldn’t want her. And he tries to understand, to meet her stress and anxiety with compassion--but sometimes, it’s a lot for him too.

He breaks apart from her finally, out of breath. His cheeks are red, his eyes on fire, and she’s just watching him carefully. He sighs, kneeling down further to kiss granny’s locket around her neck, then to lay his lips firmly on hers again.

“It’s you, tiger,” he whispers, “I don’t know what else I can do to make you believe me. But it’s you.”

She sniffles, nods a little.

“I know you’ve had a rough week. I know you’re tired, stressed, anxious,” he continues, “But god help me, I don’t ever want to hear you say any of that shit ever again. Clear?”

She nods lightly, meeting his eyes shyly.

“Swear it,” he says.

“I swear,” she mumbles.

He picks the locket up from her neck, holding it to her lips. She kisses it briefly, and he leans in to do the same after.

“Bill,” she mumbles, “I’m sor--”

He cuts her off with a gentle hand over her mouth.

“Enough for tonight, kid,” he sighs, “Just enough. Let’s go eat.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Girl Next Door (Part 12) - Fourth of July

Summary: Dean spends some time bonding with Jack and he and the reader share a special fourth of July night with one another...

The Girl Next Door Masterlist

Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader

Word Count: 4,000ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

Reader’s POV

“Hello boys,” you said, smiling as you saw Dean and Jack slip out of Baby next door around lunch the next day. You sipped on your lemonade, taking another bite of your sandwich. “I got more inside made up if you want some.”

“I think I like this having a girlfriend thing,” said Dean as he walked across the grass. “Sammy behaving this morning?”

“Perfect angel,” you laughed, looking to Jack when he hopped up the front step. “You’re off baking duty this afternoon, Jack. Go enjoy the sunny day, have your talk with Cas.”

“Kicking me out?” he asked.

“I think your sister is saying take a ‘me’ day, Jack,” said Dean, climbing over the railing and plopping onto the bench next to you.

“Can I borrow your car?” he asked.

“My car is in a scrap yard, Jack,” you said with a laugh. “Sorry.”

“Mine too,” frowned Sam, carrying out a plate of sandwiches and a pitcher of lemonade. “Still need to get a new one.”

“Are you wearing an apron?” grinned Dean, already reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“I will go destroy that pie, Y/N, made for you,” he said. Dean narrowed his eyes but leaned back, grabbing a sandwich. “That’s what I thought.”

“Why do you need a car, Jack? Gonna buy a big screen for your room?” asked Dean.

“I got a big screen in the family room,” you said.

“Yeah but-“ said Dean.

“No,” said Jack, taking a seat on the railing, taking a few bites of his meal. “I wanted to go to the art store. Buy a canvas.”

“Here,” you said, popping into the house, coming out with an envelope. “Money for your art supplies.”

“I got it...and that’s a lot Y/N,” he said as he looked inside of it.

“Supplies are expensive and I’m the one that asked you to make something after all,” you said.

“Fine,” said Jack, tucking the envelope in his pocket. “I still need a car though.”

“Alright. I guess we’re going shopping after lunch,” said Dean, sipping on his lemonade.

“I could borrow your-“ said Jack, Dean already shaking his head.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no no, no-“

“I guess you’re driving me then,” said Jack,

“Awesome. Benny and I’ll take you to a buddy of ours sometime soon so you can get your own wheels. He’s got plenty of used cars in good shape, sells to car guys at a discount,” said Dean.

“No,” you said. Dean cocked his head, Jack opening his mouth but you held up a finger. “You’re in a new car, something safe. God knows we need safe cars around here.”

“She’s got a point,” said Sam.

“Alright. We’ll go car shopping soon. Y/N should be getting a new one soon herself,” said Dean. “You sure you two got your baking stuff handled today?”

“Mhm. You boys take the afternoon off. We got this.”

Dean’s POV

“Woah, that’s big,” said Dean, Jack carrying the long canvas he’d picked out around the back of the store. “Whatcha going to do again?”

“Y/N asked me to paint something for the wall by the front door,” said Jack, turning down the paint aisle, leaning the canvas against the shelf while he tossed a few brushes in the basket.

“Cool. What are you going to paint?” he asked.

“Well, a lot of the house is white downstairs. White kitchen, white walls, light colored furniture. I want it to match you know?” said Jack.

“Yeah. It kind of looks like it’s out of some home magazine or something. It all fits together so well,” said Dean.

“I’m pretty sure she had a home designer decorate for her,” said Jack. “One of our parents friends did that sort of thing. We’re from Kansas City so I wasn’t sure why she moved out to Lawrence really or how she even found it. It’s very beautiful inside though, like Sam’s.”

“Yeah but I like that the houses aren’t cookie cutter on the street,” he said, Dean picking up a few bottles of paint. “Don’t let me tell you how to work your craft or anything but I think you should do something colorful.”

“It’ll stand out. I think something muted would be better for the house,” said Jack.

“So you want it to blend in with the rest, not stand out?” asked Dean, cocking his head.

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m five, Dean. I’m only a few years younger than you, you realize,” he said.

“Alright then, big guy,” said Dean, lifting his chin. “I’ll shut up then.”

Jack rolled his eyes and stared at the paint, Dean crossing his arms while he waited.

“Stop staring at me,” said Jack.

“Well don’t take all day. You got Cas’ soon,” he said.

“She didn’t ask me so I could make some perfect picture for her. She only asked so I would get back into painting, something I used to really enjoy, like Y/N and her baking,” said Jack.

“So why are you so worried about making sure it fits in with the house then? If she asked you to paint so you get some enjoyment, I think you paint what you want, hm?” said Dean.

“...I get why Sam calls you the most annoying older brother in the world,” said Jack.

“Yeah, well. You’re stuck with me, Jack,” said Dean with a smile.

“And if you and my sister ever decided to call things off?” he asked.

“If she does ever come to her senses, and I sincerely hope she doesn’t, we can still be friends. You’ll still have your job, still go to Cas. My relationship with you might have started because of your sister but that don’t mean it has to end there,” said Dean.

“Benny says you always took in the strays,” said Jack.

“He doesn’t understand,” said Dean with a smile. “I love him, but he doesn’t.”

“What doesn’t he understand?”

“I was never friends with the new kids because they needed me, Jack. I was friends with them because I needed them. They didn’t know me. I might as well try to be friends before they changed their mind,” said Dean. Jack stared at him, blinking a few times.

“Would you want to come to therapy with me today?”

“Dean,” said Cas, raising an eyebrow when he walked into his office. He gave Jack a smile, spotting the guest tag on Dean’s shirt. “You’re here as Jack’s guest?”

“Yeah but don’t be shrinking me buddy. I’m just here cause Jack asked,” said Dean.

“Alright,” said Cas, taking a seat in his chair. He flipped open a new page on his notebook, setting it down on the table beside him before he crossed his legs. “So. Jack. To be honest I was expecting Y/N to be your first guest.”

“Yeah,” said Jack, glancing at Dean. “Dean’s uh-”

“Again, we ain’t shrinking me,” said Dean.

“Dean,” said Cas, lifting his chin and closing his eyes. “Jack, perhaps you can better explain the rules and relationship we have in this room versus outside of it, seeing as we are friends outside of it. I think that will help Dean understand what I expect when he’s here, guest or not.”

“Excuse me? You want me to give you a noggie over-”

“You may refer to me as Dr. Novak the reminder of the session, Dean. I think that will help you understand that for the next 58 minutes, we are not friends as you think of us,” he said.

“Alright, angry spice. I got it,” said Dean.

“Cas, Dr. Novak,” said Jack, “...he has a very strict confidentiality rule so he never shares anything in here that’s said with anyone, even if it’s about people he knows. He never brings anything up outside of the room either. We have to be honest and there’s nothing wrong with being honest with how we’re feeling. It helps us grow.”

“Alright. I ain’t drinking the kool aid but alright,” said Dean. Cas gave him a glare but turned back to Jack with a smile.

“Please continue Jack.”

“So like I was saying...Dean made a comment today and it made me think...maybe he’s not the guy I thought he was,” said Jack. Dean turned to his left, Jack ignoring his gaze. “You know, perfect.”

“No one is perfect, Jack,” said Cas. “Including Dean.”

“I know that. Dean just...he takes care of everyone. He does everything. He never complains or gets mad. He knows the right thing to say and...I guess I realized that he’s as scared as everybody else deep down,” said Jack.

“Would you like to respond to that?” asked Cas.

“No thank you, Dr. Novak,” said Dean, looking around the room. Cas snapped his fingers, Dean’s eyes landing back on him.

“I’m going to cheat a little,” said Cas.

“Shocker,” said Dean.

“Dean,” said Cas, leaning forward in his chair. “Jack’s not saying anything I didn’t already know. You have put yourself below others your entire life. I’m not saying you need therapy or to talk about why that is or any of that stuff. I just want to know, knowing all it is that you do about Jack, do you want to say anything back to him about what he just said?”

“I’ll tell you that life is shitty. And hard, Jack,” said Dean, leaning forward in his seat. “And I do all of those things because it makes me valuable, and needed, and I like taking care of my family. I got scars, just like you. You grew up rich, I didn’t, but we’re very similar. You had problems with your folks, I have problems with my folks. You got a little sibling you’d do anything for. I remember at the hospital. I know you snuck off to donate blood. I know you think you’re less than her too, that she’s more important than you. I think you feel like you disappointed her, broke something between the two of you after what happened last year. I know that, Jack.

“I don’t know what happened after that accident back then. I don’t know if you two fought or what but I don’t imagine it was good. I think that cute little thing next door that I love could destroy someone if she wanted to without even thinking twice. I do think she’s capable of it. I think she feels guilty though, like she let you down the past year. I think she was sad about your parents and even worse when she realized the kind of place she left you in to recover. I think she was lonely and you were lonely and you’re both learning it’s okay to trust each other again.

“People aren’t perfect Jack. Most of us are fucked up and we just hide it from everybody. Hell, two months ago my life was on auto-pilot. It wasn’t a bad life but I lived with that shitty feeling all the time. Last night, your sister made me feel like I was this amazing person. She was proud of me and she made me happy, still makes me happy. She’s in love with me and I love her. So you know what you do when shit happens? You pick yourself back up and you keep going, cause someday, someone’s going to walk into your life that’s going to change it. Somebody is going to come in and change it and it’s going to happen again and again and someday you’ll look back and think wow, look at what I got going for me now, look how different things are. I’m still not perfect but it’s not so bad anymore and I’m still learning that I’m important too. You get that, Jack?”

“So I shouldn’t...so when lift gets shitty, I should keep going cause it’ll get better eventually?” asked Jack.

“Sure,” said Dean, leaning back in his seat.

“Well. Okay then,” said Cas with a smile. “Why don’t you tell me about your day so far, Jack?”

“Hey, hold up,” said Cas when Dean and Jack were leaving. “Just you, Dean.”

Dean held a blank face as Jack left the room, rolling his eyes the second the door shut behind him.

“Do not go therapist on me, Cas. Seriously,” said Dean.

“I’m not. I just wanted to say...I really like Y/N,” said Cas. “It takes a special person to get through to you.”

“Okay...you aren’t gonna be weird or anything about the stuff I said in here…”

“About what? You told Jack to keep going and that life can be good. I think that’s pretty good advice,” said Cas.

“You’re not going to try and get me to talk to someone?” said Dean.

“Not unless you ever wanted to. You and Jack have different needs. Yours are being taken care of elsewhere. The fact you haven’t ripped my head off yet tells me it’s not just your relationship with Y/N that’s changing, it’s all of them,” said Cas with a smile. “Your friends are starting to notice you’re happy, Dean.”

“I really hate shrink you,” said Dean with a smile.

“Mhm. Go on. I got another appointment. I’ll see you Thursday at Benny’s for the party?” asked Cas.

“See you, buddy.”

Two Days Later: Reader’s POV

“Dean, I’m glad you enjoyed the pie but I really don’t think I should make you another one so soon. You’ve eaten two in two days,” you said, pressed up against him on your porch swing.

“But it’s so good. When do I get to have one of those Fourth of July cookies?” he asked.

“The second we get to Benny’s place for the party, you can dive in, babe,” you said.

“I am a babe, aren’t I?” he said, pecking a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m still not convinced Y/N isn’t the one without a brain injury,” said Sam. Dean turned behind himself with a scowl, Sam chuckling as he stood up.

“She’s still got a concussion,” said Dean. “Hey, you’re not done with your yoga crap. Get back down there.”

“I’m cutting it short today,” said Sam. “Eileen’s driving me and Avy so we’ll catch you guys at Benny’s?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Avy, let’s go home and cool off for a minute before we head out, okay?” called Sam. She popped her head up from your driveway, ditching her chalk in her bucket and picking it up to bring home.

“See you, Sammy,” said Dean. He stood up from the seat and stretched, walking into the garage where Jack was working. “Painting’s looking good.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I should wash up before we leave.”

“Probably. Never know if there’ll be a cute girl there,” said Dean, flashing Jack a wink.

You heard Jack laugh as he picked up the hose in the driveway, spraying off his hands.

“I’m not quite ready for that yet,” said Jack.

“Benny’s got this cute cousin, Maggie, your age apparently. She’s gonna be there,” you said.

“I don’t need a girlfriend,” he said.

“No. But she’s just moved back to town. Could be a friend,” said Dean. “I’ll be back to pick you two up in thirty.”

“Jack!” you called, standing by the top of the stairs. He appeared at the bottom, half a cookie in his mouth. “Why am I not surprised...can you help me down when you’re done stealing cookies?”

“So you aren’t going to sneak down the stairs like you did this morning?” he laughed. He hopped up the steps, throwing an arm under your shoulder and got you down quickly. “Leg feeling any better?”

“Yeah. The skin is forming together some. Lacerations were always cool to me in school. One time I got to stitch up a guy that had a stabbed himself with a Bowie knife. It was all curvy and...” you said, Jack blinking at you. “I didn’t hate every aspect of med school, just most.”

“You always did like operation when we were little,” he said, looking you up and down, the cut on your cheek and your bruises faded away now. “Your face looks less revolting than normal at least.”

“Thanks, dick,” you laughed. You slipped on a pair of flip flops, Jack smiling when you grabbed your bag off the front table. “What?”

“You look nice, Y/N,” he said.

“So do you,” you said, fixing a piece of his hair. “You always looked good in light blue mom said.”

“I never heard her say that,” he said.

“She said it to me plenty. It’s very true,” you said. “Goes with your hair.”

“I miss them sometimes,” said Jack. “They weren’t great but they were still ours.”

“I do too,” you said, rubbing your hand down his arm. “But then I remember how tense life used to be. Everything. All the time. It was like everyone was pretending we were one big happy family all the time when we weren’t.”

“Tense...that’s a good word for it,” he said.

“Still feel that way?”

“No, not really. Still learning that this is what normal feels like I suppose,” he said.

“I’ve been thinking...you don’t need a curfew Jack. You’re older than me. If you’re gonna be out late or stay over somewhere, just text me and say you won’t be home. Deal?” you asked.

“I can agree to that,” he said, glancing behind you. You heard Dean whistle, popping inside and picking up a platter of cookies off the table.

“One of these is missing,” said Dean, raising an eyebrow at you. “Trust me. I know. I counted.”

“Oh my god, just take one,” you laughed. Dean shoved a cookie in his mouth and another, humming as he carried the rest out the door.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that Benny lives out here near the lake,” you said, walking off a burger and all the other party food you’d spent the afternoon and evening gorging on.

“It’s pretty nice,” said Dean, holding your hand, slowly keeping pace with you. “Let’s let you rest your leg for a minute.”

He turned right and popped onto an old dock, taking a seat along the edge with you, your legs dangling off the side.

“This may or may not be a pretty good spot for watching fireworks,” said Dean. “Not that I would know of course.”

“You take all the girls out here?” you teased.

“No. Not at all. I might actually be kicked out of the club for bringing you here. Club members only,” he said.

“Well how does one become a club member?” you asked, leaning over, brushing your lips over his.

“Well ordinarily you gotta jump over the barrel in the woods back there but I think given your current situation, a kiss would be more than enough,” he said.

“You win this one,” you said, pecking him on the lips. “So what kind of club did I just join?”

“The one three idiots and their baby brother made up in fifth grade,” said Dean. “Benny’s folks live in the neighborhood, you met ‘em earlier. Well, Benny convinced his parents to let me and Cas and even Sammy sleep over that Fourth of July. Our parents were going at it so I think Benny knew I didn’t want to leave Sam home alone that night. So us four idiots snuck out when his parents told us not to and we came to the lake cause the real good fireworks are so close and we got this great view of them from this dock, right here. It was awesome. We all got reemed out a new one when we snuck back in but it was worth it.”

“I see. So I’m the first girl to ever come out here?” you asked. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“With me, yeah. But my boys...I think Cas had his first make out session out here and Benny got to second base somewhere around the lake. He brought a blanket even. Very classy,” he said with a laugh.

“There’s nothing wrong with a little makeout session,” you said. “I mean, I don’t even get a blanket.”

“I took you here to watch fireworks, dork,” he said, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “And a little kissing.”

“That’s my boy,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“You’re a special girl, Y/N. Special to me,” said Dean, smiling softly at you. “I want to do that stuff. You got no idea how attractive you are. But I need a little more time for me first. Sex turned into this bad thing for me. I know you don’t think I’m a piece of meat but I got to convince myself of that first.”

“Dean,” you said. “I’m only teasing. I don’t have the most experience but...I don't want to do it until we’re both ready.”

He smiled and nodded his head, pressing his lips to your temple for a long moment.

“Thank you for being understanding,” he said.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” you said. “I do find you very attractive, Dean. I’ll even admit to purposefully watching you wash Baby in your driveway. You are freaking handsome and hot and your body makes my brain forget how to function at times. You’re attractive, don’t get me wrong...but that’s not what attracts me to you, if you get that.”

“I get that,” he said quietly. “Took the words out of my mouth. I mean...you’re a pretty girl. A beautiful girl. But you aren’t beautiful because of what’s out here. You are but you aren’t. The stuff you can’t see is what makes you beautiful. If you get that.”

“I get that,” you said. “You’re like a hallmark card, but I get it.”

“Not even gonna ask what makes me think that?” he asked, brushing his knuckles over your cheek.

“Maybe someday. Not tonight,” you said, scooting closer to him. “I got a feeling I wouldn’t believe you anyways.”

“S’okay. I’ll believe enough for the both of us,” he said. You wanted to roll your eyes but he turned your head just so in his direction, bright eyes looking back, a loud few pops in the air going off, the sky lighting up in your peripheral. “Fireworks started.”

“Okay,” you said, neither one of you turning away.

“Okay,” he said, another one going off, a smirk tugging onto his lips.

“You know...I could get used to these little dates,” you said.

“You asking me out, Y/L/N?” he asked, moving forward a few inches.

“For sure. Tomorrow night?”

“I’ll be there,” he said, closing the gap, kissing you with a hum. “Always taste like sugar.”

“You still like it?”

“I still like it, sweetheart.”

A/N: Read the Final Part here!