#She sounds so hopeful for like 30 seconds before she realises who it is.

[salbei-141]

A second chance (Emmett x reader)

Masterlist

Part 2 (Good girl, stay quiet for me)

word count: 2.7k 

warnings: 18+ age gap (reader is early 20s and Emmett is late 30s), eventual smut in part 2, angst, cult like stuff, allusion/mentioning of sexual assault, death, etc. 

a/n: I watched ‘A Quiet Place II’ recently and I’m feral for Emmett y’all, they knew what they were doing when they casted Cillian Murphy. John Krasinski doing God’s work.

Seeing as I feel like I have an issue of rambling to fit description in, I’m making this 2 parts instead of like a 6k one-shot - don’t hate me lol

Enjoy my loves

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You’d come across Emmett a few weeks ago now - you think. There was no real way to tell time anymore; the clock on your watch still ticked, but you’d lost count of the days long ago now.

You were on the run when you had come across Emmett’s safe place - you had been with a group - only for about 2 weeks - before you realised you needed an out, and you needed one quick; it was a shame because they’d managed to find a fairly soundproof bunker - you thought you were safe. With that, you spent the next few nights sneaking about different storage rooms and searching duffle bags, until you had enough gear to survive and run someplace else. It had been a week in this new group when you started to hear quiet whispers between its people - you couldn’t quite make out what they had been saying, but the looks you’d receive from people were enough to tell you whatever was being whispered was about you. One night, you had needed to go to their makeshift bathroom - it was risky, but you couldn’t wait. On your way you could hear quiet murmurings amongst 2 people - it was the guy who had found you - Alec you think his name was and their leader if you’d call him that - James.

“We need to initiate her soon James, it's almost been a week - you told me to go find a girl, bring her back, and we’d initiate her.” your heart paused, and there was a dull ringing in your ears - what the fuck were they talking about?

“You better keep that mouth shut of yours, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that”, James’ voice had venom seeping through each word he enunciated - he had spoken so gently to you on your arrival, something was off, and you felt your gut twisting with anxiety.

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to disrespect you.” you could hear the tremble in Alec’s voice - he was scared, and it didn’t comfort you one bit.

“Look, we need another week, and then we will proceed with the initiation...we must follow the guidelines of the holy one Alec - she’s young and will be ready to take you when we are given guidance for you to do so. This cannot be rushed Alec boy, do you understand?” You had no clue what James was talking about, but it wasn’t hard to piece things together you were in the middle of some sort of religious cult, and you were chosen for some sick ‘initiation’ that you weren’t going to allow yourself to be apart of even if it meant you had to die.

“Yes Sir.” Alec had replied meekly.

Scuttling back to your bed, careful to make no sound as you heard the two men shuffling about, you ignored the need to empty your bladder and squeezed your eyes shut hoping no one had seen you.

Since that night you had noticed people were becoming more handsy with you, acting like they had a familial connection with you. Over the next week, you’d listen into conversations when you could, trying to figure out when the ‘initiation’ was. When you heard it was going to be at the end of the week, you had to make a guess as they had a single calendar in James’ office that you couldn’t enter. From the night you heard this, you had decided upon leaving the next coming night just to be safe - you had collected enough belongings and hid them outside in a bush one night when everyone was sleeping.  

It was the night, and you were trying your best to not appear jittery, but the reality was you were scared - you knew the moment these aliens or whatever the fuck they were invaded that the most primitive sides of people were going to be revealed - it was the sad reality of human nature. Going through the day with no issue, you were eventually sat eating some soup like everyone else in silence as usual - you had tried making conversation the day you got here and was immediately reprimanded - that should’ve been your first warning sign.

With the sun set and everyone in their makeshift beds, you lay upon your own, waiting to hear the quiet snores and breaths of everyone around you. You were probably waiting for around 2 hours before you decided you were safe. Since surviving for as long as you had, you’d become an expert at sneaking around, making no noise. Walking out of the room as you had done on several nights, you came to a set of stairs in the bunker and made your way up them, making no noise. Then came the door - it had been recently sprayed to loosen the hinges for when the men would go on runs, so it was an easy process too. Pushing it open, you were met with a harsh breeze of fresh air. Closing the door behind you, you crept to a bush in the far corner by a densely populated area of trees. Leaning down, you were careful putting the backpack on your shoulders. With a success, you took a hunting rifle you had stolen from the floor, hooked it on your right shoulder and made it through the trees.

Your heart dropped instantly - you were barely 5 minutes in and you found yourself on all fours, having tripped on a wire. The bastards, they’d set them up around the bunker - you felt stupid to have not thought about this, but you needed to pick yourself up and run as a shrill sound started to ring all around you. Suddenly you heard the door of the bunker crash open and there was shouting - they knew it was you, but you didn’t care - you could only think about running, your ears were concentrating on the beating of your heart as adrenaline pumped through your body - you couldn’t hear anything around you. That was until you heard it screech - was this it for you? Pushing your legs faster you heard as guns were shot - maybe or maybe not successfully killing those things, you didn’t care to turn around and look. Continuing to run as footsteps were gaining on you, you came across a train track and followed it up, noticing several large decrepit buildings - this could be your chance to escape them, and you were taking it.

Noticing a hole in a wire fence, you pushed your way through, not caring enough about the rattling of the metal as you went through. Unknown to you, there was a trap set up, similar to the one outside the bunker, and you yet again found yourself tripping over some wire, causing a clashing of metal bottles to go off. There it was again. The fucking screeches of those creatures. Picking your tired body back up, you made a beeline to the first building you could see. Halfway there though, you heard the metal rattle of the fence, turning you made eye contact with Alec.

“y/n get back here right now damn it! You ungrateful bitch, we were going to give you a good life you know!” he was screaming over the sound of the creatures and gunshots that were much further away - you were convinced they were going to attract every single one of them things in the country to your location.

Another screech sounded to your left, causing both you and Alec to turn. Without wasting any more time, you continued to the building with Alec hot on your heels.

“y/n I’m not -” Before the man could continue with his pathetic sentence, you heard a scream come from his mouth. You couldn’t find it in you to feel guilt, you were almost happy the thing had gotten him - you felt disgusted at the fact you believed he deserved it, but that was just the way of this new world. 

Getting into the building, still hearing Alec’s screams, you were praying it’d be enough for the creature to not follow you. Just as you were about to press your back against the wall, you felt a hand cover your mouth, and an arm trap you against someone’s chest. Fear shot through you again - they’d got you, they’d won in the end, of course they’d have. However, a new unfamiliar voice hit your ears as you squirmed in the foreign pair of arms, “Shush, follow me”.

Calming your movements, but still on guard, you turned to meet the eyes of this man - they looked tired, and kind almost, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to let your guard down. Watching as he quietly jogged through the building, you decided to follow him as he said to - you didn’t feel like you had much choice - it was either you follow him or you had a worse fate with the other surviving men of the cult, or the creatures.

Darting between metal barrels and concrete slabs, you came up to a drop - watching as the man jumped into the large pipe, you made no hesitation to follow suit. Landing on some broken sandbags, you weren’t given the chance to admire the room as you heard another screech emitted within the building. The man opened what looked like a vault of sorts and waited for you to jump in - it looked cramp, but again what choice did you have right now? Jumping in, the man followed and shut the door. The both of you were sat panting, heart rates accelerated at an unhealthy speed. As you watched the man open his mouth, your eyes immediately went wide - there was no way he was about to compromise the both of you after all of that.

“Don’t worry they can’t hear us down here.” his voice was muffled behind the mask he wore, but you heard.

Instead of replying, you looked straight in front of you at the wall, thinking about the last few events - still trying to catch your breath.

Hearing a beep, your head snapped up - you looked like a deer caught in headlights - every minor sound had you on edge. Watching the man stop it, he went to open the container, but not before you reached for his arm, “What the fuck are you doing?”, you shot him an incredulous look at his actions.

“We’ll be fine now, and if I keep it shut any longer we’re dead - it’s shut airtight in here.”, he continued to open the vault again as your arm came back to your side.

Your heartbeat still hadn’t calmed down, and you could feel the palpitations of it as the man exited the container. But nothing happened - he was walking about his room with ease - he looked relaxed. Taking a deep breath, you walked out too, standing still when you made contact with the concrete floor - you were safe.

“We can talk down here too, but only in whispers” You nodded in his direction, almost not catching quite what he had said.

Watching as he sat at a desk covered in drawings, you took the liberty to take the other seat further from him, but still close enough. You couldn’t bring yourself to take your eyes off him, and he must’ve known because he turned around looking you dead in the eye. Taking the mask that covered his features off, you felt yourself stop breathing - he was attractive, as attractive as a man could be considering the conditions everyone was currently in.

“So what was that out there?” he asked nonchalantly, leaning back against the desk, and spreading his legs.

“I was running.” your voice was much quieter than was necessary, almost impossible to hear, and your eyes glossed over - now that you really had the time to think things through, you realised just how dire of a situation you had been in, and how different things could’ve been.

“I see. They ain’t gonna come back here are they?” you couldn’t blame him for putting his own safety first - you were an intruder to him, and he had every right to worry.

“I don’t think so.” you inhaled deeply, musting up the courage you explain the situation, so he’d understand - you were worried he’d make you leave soon. “I think they were some sort of cult...they uh wanted me to uh go through with this initiation thing. I think they were going to do something to me...mentioned about how I was ‘young’ and uh ‘ready to take’ one of the guys.” you were playing with the slightly calloused skin on your hands, fearing his response.

“I’m Emmett.” is all he said...was that a good sign?

“Oh, uh I’m y/n.” you gave him one of those awkward smiles you’d offer to people you’d pass on the street.

You were just sat staring at each other - neither knowing quite how to interact with the other - you were 2 introverts in a room, and you weren’t going to be the first to speak up again.

After a few minutes of intensely holding each other’s gaze, you looked back down at your hands just as he spoke up again, “You been by yourself this whole time then?”, he was trying to understand how you’d gone for as long as you had out there - you didn’t look too old, so you must’ve had people before this group surely.

“uh I was with that group for about 2 weeks I think, then before them I...” your head started buzzing at the memories - what was going on? All you were envisioning was the death of your dad - neither your mum nor brother had even made it out of the house with a fighting chance. You remembered how your dad had stupidly dropped a bullet on the floor, you’d thought you were both okay - it was a silly mistake, and it wasn’t too loud. But you were wrong, so so wrong. You watched as a creature had jumped your dad and ripped him limb from limb as you stood in shock - hearing him scream out in pain between attempting to tell you to run, but all you could do was watch as the thing killed the last remaining person you knew.

Emmett furrowed his brows at your sudden silence, you look dazed. As he placed a cautious hand on your shoulder, he watched as you flinched at his touch - he felt a sudden surge of guilt, giving you a sorry look.

“uh sorry, was just thinking. I was with my dad before the group...he’s gone now.” you looked into his eyes, seeing the empathy he shared with you - he’d lost people too, you could tell. You wondered if that’s who the drawings were of.

“I...” He didn’t really have anything to say - a sorry wouldn’t fix things, wouldn’t make you feel better, so he chose to stay silent instead. He could tell you weren’t a threat to him, and against his better judgement he felt a sense of protectiveness over you now - he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

You think you had been sat there for about 30 minutes before either one of you spoke up again. “You can take my bed by the way, I think you could do with it.” he was right - your whole body had ached, and he somehow had a fairly okay bed down here considering the conditions you were all in. As much as you wanted to be polite and refuse, you found your legs taking control, and before you knew it, you were situated on his bed as he put some materials on the floor, so it was comfortable enough to sleep on.

With you curled up, Emmett started blowing the candles out one by one before laying himself down on the floor. With silence filling the room, you whispered a quiet goodnight to him.

“Goodnight y/n.” he quietly responded back with - it felt strange speaking to someone like this - he’d been alone for a while now. The both of you rapidly fell into the open arms of sleep, feeling secure with each other’s presence - you felt like you were safe here, and you hoped you were right this time.

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[imagine-knowing-a-name]

memories feel like weapons

Summary: after your brief reunion with Wanda at the gym, you both overthink what it means

Word Count: 984 Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warnings: not really any? Wanda and R being bad at conversations. Part 2 of 'half of my hometown' series masterlist <- previous part | next part ->

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Wanda curses herself as she shuts her bedroom door, immediately leaning back to rest her head against it. She questions all her actions that night: why had she said that? Why had she run away? Her plan had always been to leave the gym if someone entered, that was the case day or night, hence why she goes at 2 am, because who else would be in the gym at 2 am? You; that’s apparently the answer.

Either way, she’d already been fleeing from the moment the door creaked open. Seeing your face again after so many years stalled the exit, but, in her disoriented state, her legs carried her back to her room before she could even think of changing her plan.

“Shit,” she mutters softly, debating whether she can go back and fix her mistake, though she assumes by now you'll be gone. Streams of different conversations flow through her mind: she should have asked you how you were, how your life had been, whether you wanted to catch up… hell, she doesn't even know if you recognised her. It has taken her long enough to realise it was you, and she knows the past 13 years have changed her even more.

02:30 flashes from the corner of the room, catching Wanda's eye. She sighs, knowing that she should sleep before her 9 am training the next day. The Sokovian prepares for bed and eventually drifts off, but, until she does, all her thoughts are on you, and whether she'll have the opportunity to see you again.

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Unbeknownst to the Avenger, you take action into your own hands, not wanting to go another 13 years before you stumble into her again. You promised yourself that you'd give her space, but that vow doesn't stop you from routinely circling back to the gym whenever you work the night shift, hoping that the one thing you know about this present-day Wanda is part of a routine, and not just a fluke nighttime visit.

It works, and, only a few nights later, Wanda is the one to stumble into you.

You pass by the gym, disappointed by the darkness and silence you find within and ready to turn away into the next corridor, when Wanda quite literally stumbles into you. The two of you turn the corner at the same time and collide with a force strong enough to send Wanda teetering back; your instincts kick in and you rush forward to catch her before she could tumble to the floor.

“I'm so sorry,” you both say, before breaking into nervous smiles at the action. You help her stabilise herself back on her feet again then draw back, attempting to speak once again.

“Hi,” is all you manage.

She smiles widely, “Hi.”

“So… you come here at 2 am often then?” the line comes out before you can even think about it, and you do your best to hide how you cringe at your own words.

You know you've hidden it poorly though because Wanda laughs, such a free-flowing sound which, even when you last saw each other, had been sorely missing from your life. She nods though, and ducks her head down to watch her fingers twirl the rings on her hands; you follow her gaze and furrow your eyebrows as you recognise one of them.

“I live here now, so, yeah,” she replies, snapping your attention back to the conversation you'd been having.

“The new superhero of the Avengers, so I heard. You're the talk of the Compound. Though it wasn't until I saw you the other night that I realised ‘Wanda the Avenger’ and ‘Wanda, the girl next door from Sokovia’ were one and the same.”

“The first one is still in progress. The second one is still who I am,” she mutters; the previous amusement is gone from her voice and you realise you've crossed into a topic she'd rather avoid. Unlike the others you've met, Wanda shows no indication of pride in her Avengers status, so you hurry to change the topic.

“Since you live here, I guess it's more ‘Wanda, the girl across the building from me’ now,” you chuckle, a smile spreading when you see the creases reforming around Wanda's eyes.

“You live here too?” she questions, and this time it's your turn to nod.

“Live here, work here, hardly leave here. I'm over on the East side of the building with the other agents.”

“Agent Y/L/N…”

“That's me, reporting for duty,” you joke with a fake salute until you remember that you are meant to be on duty. “I should probably get back to my patrol,” you tell Wanda, not missing the way her smile falters temporarily.

“Yes, I'm sorry, don't let me keep you.”

“It was nice seeing you, Wanda,” you begin, “and catching up a bit after so long. Uh, maybe I'll see you around here at another 2 am.”

Wanda smiles back at you; if you waited just a little longer, you would have seen her mouth hang open ready to stop you, a question dying on her tongue. Maybe then you would encourage her to speak it and hear what she wants to ask. 

But, instead, you turn away as soon as you finish speaking, cheeks burning after the implication that you'd meet her again, that she'd stay up and walk around the Compound at 2 am just to meet you. If you were bolder, you would have asked the question you wanted to ask; you wouldn't have turned away so fast. Living on the outskirts of friendship groups in your adult years has instilled fear into you though, so you leave quickly and bluntly, choosing to dwell on memories of the strongest friendship you had rather than face rejection from the girl you used to know. The girl who you feel sure has better friends than you by now.

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First part didn't do so well so idk if I'll get any suggestions, but what do you think should happen next 👀

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[sparklypinkflightsuit]

The Containment Diaries: Entry 11

Pairing: Virologist!Bob Floyd x Reader AND Aviator!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

ApocalypseAU

Warnings: Smut, Gore, Angst, Fluff, Warfare, Apocalypse Themes, Military Inaccuracies, Medical and Science Inaccuracies, Alcohol, Breakdowns, General Sexual Themes, Polygamy, Swearing.

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18+ Only Beyond This Point

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The next day, when everyone was rested and wounds had started to hurt less, the four of you decided to make the trip back to the mustang. If there was another healthy human out there, you wanted to find out.

You called out as you reached the street, hoping they would be able to hear you.

Bradley had described the woman as brunette, average height, and in her late 20’s or early 30’s from what he could see before Jake swerved and they hit the tree. She stood in the middle of the street, a blank expression on her face, seemingly not having noticed the car hurtling towards her.

You reached the mustang, a sad wreck against the strong tree, and realised just how lucky Brad and Jake were to be alive.

“Hello?” You called again. Nothing but birds chirping and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.

You sighed, rubbing your face in frustration.

“Tell you what chickadee, while we’re out and about, how about we raid the Naval Medical Centre for some beakers and equipment or whatever it is you said you needed? We can then go and grab the generator too. It’s a bit of a walk but it’s still early.” Jake suggested. You smiled up at him and nodded.

“Yeah, that would be good, thanks Jake. You two mind?”

Bradley shook his head and Bob said that was a good idea, and the four of you took off.

After about half an hour of walking you decided to check on Bradley, who had been awfully quiet since the accident. You hung back and let Bob and Jake get slightly ahead of the two of you.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked softly.

Bradley’s eyes flitted to yours for a second and then away.

“Yeah I’m fine. Heads just pounding that’s all.”

“You wanna head back to the villa? You might need to lay down for a bit.” You advised.

Bradley shook his head and sighed, “No I’m ok Rue, don’t worry about me, please?”

You couldn’t not worry about him, he was acting so strange.

“I can’t not worry, somethings up and I don’t think it’s just your head, Bradley.”

“Just leave it.”

You grabbed his arm and you both stopped walking. Bradley’s eyes were trained on the ground.

“Talk to me.” You demanded firmly.

He was quiet for a long moment, before he looked up at you and sighed, “Yesterday, when I thought I was about to die, you wanna know what I saw?”

“What?”

“You and me, Rue, you and me, at an alter. You and me with our first child, growing old with you. No Bob. I know I said I was okay with sharing but… I want this to really mean something.” His eyes looked sad, and your heart felt like it was deflating.

“If that’s really how you feel, Bradley, then we don’t need to do it. But I will need some time to think then, because either way I’ll be breaking someone’s heart.” Tears brimmed to your eye line but you tried to remain stoic.

“Take as long as you need. But until you do, please could I just have time with you, alone? I need to hold you, Rue.” He breathed, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

You nodded, a small smile breaking through the sadness. “Tonight, it’ll just be us. Promise.” You reached up and kissed him for a long time, before walking off to meet the others.

You finally reached the Medical Centre, and walked through the unmanned entry points. As expected, it was completely abandoned, and it looked like it was done so in a hurry.

Equipment of all sorts lay out across the tables, as if it had only just been used moments before.

You carefully placed the equipment you needed inside a soft cooler bag you found, alongside a few bits Bob picked up. You grabbed some more medicines and supplies for emergencies, and made the long trek back to the apartment. Bob ran in and grabbed the generator and remaining water canisters, and you all headed home.

That night you all chipped in to make dinner, Jake had found a bottle of wine on the way home which you all shared, dancing around the kitchen to the little battery powered CD player you’d found in your bedroom. Jake plonked down at the kitchen table, struggling to breathe with his freshly broken nose, and chuckled as Bob belted to Avril Lavigne at the top of his lungs into a spatula.

Bradley chuckled and rolled his eyes, but to your surprise began mumbling the words to Complicated under his breath.

You ate around the table and enjoyed your company, before excusing yourself to go and get cleaned up. You shot Bradley a look, and he nodded. He would follow you up in 10 minutes.

You gave yourself a wash using as little water as possible, feeling much fresher after the long day of walking. You found a clean razor and shaved, making sure you were all smooth and soft for Bradley, after all you hadn’t been with him since that night on the ship, and you were suddenly nervous, you wanted to impress him.

You found a soft silk night dress in the wardrobe, slightly short but still left something to the imagination, and you sprayed on some perfume from the night stand and waited.

Not long after, the door creaked open, and Bradley stepped inside. He took you in as you stood by the balcony window, the evening blue glow hasting beautifully across your skin.

“You look… wow.” He breathed.

You bit your cheek and smoothed out the skimpy dress. “It’s not much.” You blushed. He made you feel so nervous, anticipation rife in your stomach.

“It’s perfect.” He closed the door, and began walking towards you.

Your hands moved to his chest when he got close enough, “I… I wanna take it easy tonight, you’re hurt, remember?” You said softly.

The cut above his eye had closed up nicely overnight with a few stitches, and he only had a few bruises elsewhere, but you didn’t want to hurt him.

“I’m fine,” he cupped your jaw with his big hand, stroking your soft skin with his thumb, “I’m more than fine.”

You nodded, your heart in your throat as your hand moved down and under his vest, trailing a line up his abdominal ridge to his chest. You could feel his heart thudding against his chest.

Bradley shivered at your touch, his pupils blown.

He leaned down and kissed you, it started off gentle, but quickly grew desperate, needing more. You moaned, and Bradley lifted you up by your thighs. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, and the next thing you knew you were being pressed up against the back wall, the cold sensation making you gasp. Bradley took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and he explored yours hungrily.

You tangled your fingers in his curls, and tugged gently so his lips left yours and his neck was exposed. You bit his thick neck gently and began sucking bruises into his skin.

A loud groan escaped his lips and he thrust his hips into you. You ground your hips against his, whimpered as his bulge rubbed against your sensitive core.

He ground into you again, and again, you both moaned and gasped at the feeling as you threw your head back and began to pant.

Bradley’s lips latched onto your throat as he peppered soft wet kisses along your skin. You were growing desperate for more, so you tugged at his vest, eventually pulling it over his head.

His hot skin against you made you delirious, you wanted more. You pulled off your night dress, and Bradley growled as he realised you were completely naked underneath. He pressed his body against yours, his skin burning yours perfectly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily.

Bradley walked you over to the bed and threw you into it. You squealed as you landed on your back and began to giggle.

He smirked seductively down at you, admiring your naked body in the candlelight as he unbuttoned his pants. You bit your lip as he pulled them down, his hard cock springing free.

You were suddenly in the mood to tease Bradley, so while he stood, you stuck two of your fingers in your mouth and trailed them down your body, sliding them inbetween your already soaking folds.

Bradley gulped, his hand moving to pump himself as he watched, his mouth open in a silent gasp.

“I need you Brad.” You whimpered, and he slowly crawled up to you, kissing a line up from your feet to your core. He pushed your legs apart as his tongue curled into you, flattening and licking up to your clit where he drew lazy circles.

Your hips bucked at the sensation, and Bradley’s strong hands wrapped around your thighs to pin you in place. His tongue dipped inside you and then up back through your folds. He continued to lick you until you were a wimpering mess, then kissed a line up to your breast, his hands following, palming you desperately.

You gasped, you body shivering as you clenched around nothing, desperate to feel him.

As if he read your mind, he reached down and slid his tip through your slippery folds, moaning as his head caught briefly at your entrance and again on your throbbing clit. He swiped again, but this time you couldn’t take it, and bucked. His head slid inside you with a delicious stretch, and you both cried out.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel.” He growled, pushing further in. You couldn’t speak, you were a moaning mess against the sheets below him, as he pushed deeper and deeper, admiring your squirming form.

He kissed your chest and collarbone as he began to thrust slowly, but before he knew it, you were pushing him onto his back and straddling him.

“Oh, yeah I like this.” He chuckled, and bit his lip as your hips began to circle. One large hand flatted against your stomach while the other gripped your hip. You rode Bradley slowly, savouring every moment that his massive cock brushed against your g-spot, his hand moving to grab your ass.

Bradley was now the one who was a moaning mess below you. Head thrown back and panting, his hands pushing and pulling you against him harder and harder as the desperation for more grew.

“Brad I’m gonna cum.” You cried, your body shaking as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“That’s a good girl. Cum for daddy.” He growled. You gasped at how much that had unexpectedly turned you on, and you came undone.

You moaned loudly as you shook, tightening around Bradley as he grunted your name and chased his own end, thrusting hard a few times before he spilled into you.

You gently rode out the last of your orgasm before you collapsed against his chest, panting together, hot and sweaty.

Bradley kissed your forehead lovingly as he lay there, brushing your messy hair out of your face.

“I love you.” He said, for the first time out loud.

You looked up at him with soft eyes and smiled.

“I love you too, Brad.”

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The next morning you awkwardly left the bedroom with Bradley in tow, but it seemed everyone was still asleep. You relaxed a bit and went downstairs to make breakfast, you were starving after last nights activities. After the initial session you had recuperated and gone again not long after.

Bradley sat at the kitchen table and rubbed his tired eyes. He looked sweet and flushed when he had just woken up, his hair a mess and arms swollen from the exercise he’d been through in your bedroom.

“Wish we had some serial or eggs or something.” You mumbled.

“Or bacon.” Bradley mumbled. You chuckled and threw him an apple.

“Bon appetit.” You joked, sitting and dreaming about a hot steamy cup of coffee. The apocalypse sucked.

You daydreamed sleepily with your chin in your palm as Bradley ate his apple, leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table. You suddenly realised you could imagine a life like this, with or without the apocalypse.

Bob shuffled into the kitchen, half asleep and rubbing his eyes. He bent down and kissed the top of your head, mumbling “Morning beautiful.” In his deep morning voice.

“Morning Bobby.” You grinned back.

Bradley rolled his eyes.

“Sleep okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I was exhausted after yesterday.” He chuckled. “What about you?” He asked with his back turned as he scoured the cupboards for instant coffee.

You and Bradley shot one another a look, and you felt guilty.

“Fine.” You said quickly. “I’m gonna go outside and set up the rain catcher, if anyone needs me.” You awkwardly excused yourself.

Bob shrugged as he watched you practically run out of the kitchen.

“What about you, sleep ok? How’s that head?” Bob asked Bradley, eyeing him cautiously.

“It’s fine, thanks. I’m feeling a bit clearer today.” Bradley nodded.

Bob sat down, “Good. Listen, I just wanted to say… I don’t want things to be tense or awkward between us, especially now that we’re… a couple, or a triple?” Bob chuckled.

Bradley maintained his stony facade, as he leaned back and crossed his arms.

Bob sighed, “Look, as long as Rue is happy then I’m happy, it’s a less than ideal situation, but this way we both get to be with her-“

“I’m not sharing anymore.” Bradley cut him off.

“I’m sorry?” Bob questioned.

“I can’t sit around and watch the woman I love, love another man.” He spat.

“Well she’s gonna love us both regardless of if you want to share or not.”

“I spoke to Rue, she’s going to pick between us, she just needs time.”

Bob scoffed, “So you do realised, either way is a lose lose situation. If she picks me, you lose, and I have to deal with the fact that she’ll be heartbroken over you. If she picks you, she’s still going to love me, and again, she’s going to be heartbroken.” Bob stood from his seat, “No matter which way this goes, you’re gonna have to watch her love someone else and be heartbroken about it.”

Bradley watched in furious silence as Bob stormed out of the kitchen. Bob had a point and Bradley knew it. He didn’t want to hurt you, he would hate to see you heartbroken, but it was killing him seeing you with Bob.

If you picked Bradley, he’d take you away somewhere so that eventually, hopefully, you’d forget about Bob.

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You’d finally finished setting up your rain catcher in the back yard, thoroughly impressed with yourself, you stood back to take it in, in all its glory.

You smiled to yourself and crossed your arms as you looked up at bright blue sky above.

“Stupid California weather.” You mumbled.

As you looked down, your eyes glancing down the side of the villa out towards the gate, you froze.

There she stood, hands wrapped around the iron bars with her head resting against them.

“Hello?” You called, slowly walking down the side and down the drive towards the gate. “Are… are you okay?”

The woman said nothing, her head pressing against the cool metal as she rolled her forehead over the bar again and again.

As you got closer you noticed her eyes were bloodshot and glazed over, her lips extremely chapped.

“Are you thirsty?” You asked. Her eyes darted to yours.

“Wait here.” You told her softly and you walked quickly back to the villa, entering through the front door.

Bob put down his book as you walked inside, “Honey can we talk about something real quick?” He asked as you rushed past him.

“Not right now, Bobby. She’s outside.” You said, picking up a half empty canister of water and pouring some into a glass.

“Who?” Bob asked, confused.

You didn’t answer as you rushed back outside, Bob hot on your tail.

He stopped quickly as soon as he saw her standing there.

“Rue, don’t get too close!” He called, running after you again.

“She’s fine, she’s just thirsty.”

You handed the woman the glass of water which she took eagerly, gulping the water down as it dribbled down her chin.

Once she’d finished, you took the glass and waited.

“Tha-thank you.” Her voice was hoarse, like she hadn’t spoken in days.

“What are you doing here?” You asked her gently.

“I uhm… I followed you.” She croaked out. “I heard you talking about a cure. Is it true?”

“Oh… we had one but we lost it, we’re starting again though.” You nodded. Bob watched closely over your shoulder, not wanting to get too close in case he scared the woman off, but not wanting to be out of reach if things went badly.

“You scientists?”

You nodded, “We are. Are you alone?” You asked.

She was quiet for a long time, then eventually nodded. “My family got sick. But I couldn’t.”

Your eyebrows knit together, “What do you mean, you couldn’t?”

She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a partially healed bite mark, yellow and oozy, red track marks surrounding it.

You took a quick step back as Bob moved forward and stuck his arm out in front of you.

“You need to get away from the gate, please.” Bob said.

“I’m not sick. At least if I am I don’t feel the way they do.”

You pushed back passed Bob and closer to the gate.

“May I?” You asked, gesturing to her arm.

She nodded, and you gently took her arm through the bars to look at the bite.

You looked at her face carefully and the exposed skin on her neck and legs below her shorts.

“Bob she’s right. Her bite’s infected, but only the normal kind. She doesn’t have any of the other symptoms.”

“She could still be contagious.”

“Only if she bites or scratches us, plus she needs antibiotics.” You pleaded. “Bob if she’s immune we could really use her.”

Bob stood for a moment, his arms crossed as he thought.

“What’s your name?” He asked the woman.

“Anna.”

“Okay Anna… if we let you in we need to be sure you’re not gonna hurt us. We’ll need to bind your arms behind your back for now, but you’ll be fed and watered. That okay?” Bob asked sternly.

You smiled at how gentle he was even when he was being stern.

Anna nodded vigorously, “Please! I’ll do anything, thank you, thank you so much!”

She stepped back and Bob moved to unlatch the gate.

“Anna can you turn around for us?” Bob asked, taking his t-shirt off. She did as she was told and put her hands behind her back and waited.

Bob ripped a few long strips from the t-shirt, and quickly tied them around Anna’s wrists, checking they were tight but not uncomfortable before letting her turn around.

“Okay, follow Rue and she’ll take you in.”

Anna smiled thankfully at you and Bob and you showed her inside as Bob locked the gate.

You asked her to sit on the couch and went to grab her another glass of water. You had just screwed the cap back on the canister when you heard a loud curse from the living room.

Jake had finally woken up.

“Rue! Why is there a random lady in our house?”

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[piggyprincesspheobe]

a little flashback for you guys.

I'd really let myself go since moving out to live with my girlfriend. I'd been 240 pounds just 4 years ago, I was then around 463lbs although I hadn't weighed myself in months. It was depressing to see the numbers going up and up and just made me want to eat more. My double chin had attracted the concern of my friends and family who were always bugging me to go back to the gym and eat healthily, which ironically only made me stuff my face. I'd changed my whole wardrobe 4 times now, and still had most of my old stuff in the hope that I'd fit into some of it again.

I knew I was getting far too fat but I was in an odd state of mind. I was stressed with work and decided that I was eating what I wanted. However rather than accepting when I was full I was just ordering what I wanted to eat and making myself finish. It seemed like I was having fast food every day and I hadn't cooked anything healthy since I realised it was too late and I was already obese. It was around this time that I also decided not to stop pigging out on junk food.

I was on my lunch break and 2 big mac meals was the first part of my lunch, I had intended to grab myself some chocolate and crisps too but I was pretty bloated and wasn't sure if I'd hold it down.

I looked down at my belly, stretching my shirt accross itself, making the buttons look ready to pop off. I needed a new shirt, I thought to myself. No! Damnit! I need to loose weight! I corrected as I left the cubicle and washed my hands.

I was running late and started to head back to work, when I smelt the wonderful smell of the bakery. I looked longingly in the window. That is, for about a tenth of a second before I headed in there.

'No!' my brain cried 'What are you doing you fat bastard?! You're going on a diet' - 'Stop, seriously, I'm too full' my stomach chimed in. But my mouth was doing the ordering and ordered a danish swirl, a blueberry muffin and a brownie.

I arrived late to start back at work, my stomach now in quite a lot of pain. I sat down at my desk and took a snickers bar from my draw. I was seriously out of control but I didn't care, behaving myself for 5 minutes before I gave up altogether and ate 5 days worth of food in one go seemed pointless.

I decided mid afternoon to join a gym, so phoned up and signed up with my credit card number. I was going in after work for a quick workout, although it'd been 4 years on getting fat since I'd last done any kind of excercise

''If I were you I'd start with something easier,'' said the personal trainer who'd watched me waddle myself close to death on the treadmill, ''like the bike?''

I was panting and sweating and so far I'd run a depressing 150 meters at a pathetic average of 8 miles per hour. My gym clothes, tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt, hugged my new fat like spandex, which only showed even more that I was sweating profusely.

''Thanks, sounds like a plan.'' I took a swig from my water bottle.

He wasn't my personal trainer, I wasn't ready for Ms Karufmann to drive me to the brink of falling apart, but she seemed to have nothing else to do but help me get the bike on an easy setting. She was a nice person but made me feel like I was twice the weight I was. It didn't really help that the size of my waist kept popping open the stud that held the jogging bottoms up.

After almost 30 long hard minutes of sampling everything the gym had to offer and deeming it beyond my capabilities, I headed to the cafeteria for a milkshake.

On my way out there was a scale. I hadn't stood on one in quite a while so headed over to it. Some teenage girls were playing around next to it, when I stood on the panel I heard it creak and they rushed to see the reading.

17 stone 4 pounds. 463lbs?! Ok, I was holding my gym bag and a milkshake but come on!

''Haha! Fat bitch!'' Said one girls

I sighed, couldn't think of anything I could say in return that wouldn't land me on some sort of register, and headed back to my car. On the way home I stopped for a burger king, forgetting my girlfriend had probably cooked something, and wondered whether I even had the willpower to lose weight.

I got home to find my girlfriend had made spaghetti. I sat straight down at the dinner table and ate 3 helpings before I had to give up and undo my belt and trouser button. As my soft round belly spilled into it's new breathing space I put a hand either side and groaned.

''I went to the gym today.''

''Yeah you said. Any good?''

''Umm, nice gym, but I'm kinda out of shape.''

''Aww you're not out of shape,'' She said as she placed a hand on mine, ''round is a shape.'' She laughed.

''Would you say I'm too fat?''

She patted my bulging tummy and gave it a rub. ''You're fine. Anyway finish this up because I shopped today and there's no room in the fridge.''

''I will in a minute.''

I got up and looked in the fridge, junk food wall to wall. I wondered for a moment if perhaps she was the reason I was getting fat. I'd put on over a two hundred pounds now since moving in with her 4 years ago. Then I thought, naah, and took a can of pepsi from the fridge and sat down to finish another couple of helpings of spaghetti.

I was laid on the sofa, she was stuffing endless slices of chocolate cake into my mouth. Every time I felt too full she'd just get some ice cream and make me eat that instead.

It was January 5th, I was supposed to be back at work but my doctor had given me a note to say I was unfit for work, and as I felt lazy and ill I didn't want to argue. My doctor's case was simply that I was suffering from stress related IBS caused by my job. It was really just food related IBS caused by all the food at Christmas. I'd gotten huge anyway, none of my work suits fitted me anymore. All that did fit me was some previously baggy t-shirts and a couple of pairs of underwear (although they weren't very comfortable so I was only wearing a t-shirt, which as you probably can guess was covered in chocolate). I didn't know how big exactly, I'd not weighed myself in 4 months.

As I'd expanded and filled more of the bed, crushed my girlfriend more during sex and generally become lazier and less energetic, I asked her why she continued to feed me so much. After all, at the rate we were going I'd soon be too big for sex altogether. She told me that she loved making me fatter, she loved every pound she added to my growing body, she loved my hanging belly and boobs, she loved my soft ass and thick thighs and she loved to keep my stomach packed full of the nicest things she could give me.

I'd come to eat more and more each day as the weeks and months past and for the past 2 weeks eating had become a non-stop thing throughout most of the day. However I was far too full to keep eating so I asked her to stop feeding me for a few minutes. As I was resting there was a knock on the door. She went to answer it and came back smiling with a package. She ripped off the packaging and I saw from the box that it was a set of scales. She'd ordered it online before Christmas and was a little dissapointed that she wouldn't know how much weight she'd made me gain over the holiday, but was at least pleased that she'd know what she'd put on me for the year coming.

She set them out on the floor and helped me up, my aching, huge, flabby belly, my butter thighs, and my ham arms making it hard for me to stand. "I-I'm going to fall! h-help!" As I got on I realised I couldn't see my feet, let alone the read out.

"36 stone!" She said gleefully and jumped into the air before walking behind my huge ass and smacked it.

"Look what else I ordered." She said as she came back with another package, this time taking it into the kitchen.

She opened it up and it turned out to be weight gain powder.

I had to ask myself as she mixed up a litre of milk with it, whether I liked where this was going. She'd made me massive, litterally massive. I was easily in the top 10% of obese people, my doctor had already had a go at me over my weight and she still wanted me fatter. Sex was becoming more difficult, walking was harder, even driving and I didn't think that was possible! My hand shaking, I took another bite of the muffin. This muffin wasn't the problem; the problem was the 15 muffins I'd already eaten after a day's feeding. I had become dependant on her over the last month or so. We had gotten married back in May while I was still able to walk around easily enough (well, not so easily but you know what I mean), and it was possible to find a tux that fit. I was about 37 stone at the time my family were there, some who hadn't seen me since I was half the size. I saw her side of the family, none of the men were slim, all of them either on their way to or over 30 stone. The women weren't slim either but it seemed to me, given my experience with my wife, that they had some natural urge to feed their loved ones. Even the kids were huge. Anyway, for the honeymoon we had to buy 3 seats, one for her, 2 for me, even though I only got one seat. But to hell with it, her grandmother had given her almost £2,200,000 as a wedding gift, which was set aside for all her grandkids for the day they married. Her great grandfather founded a car factory or something along those lines. The plane landed in California where we got a cruise liner which was going to Hawaii and back over 4 weeks. As soon as we were in our room she excitedly unpacked a heavy duty digital scale, the readout of which handily came attached on a cable just in case you couldn't see over your belly. "Get on!" She demanded, a big smile on her face. I dumped my bag and obliged. "539lbs! Yay!" She jumped for joy. My heart raced as I searched my fold for my phone to use the calculator . . . "38 stone. D-Damn!" "Honey, look . . . I don't want to get any fatter. Aren't I big enough for you now?" She frowned and hugged me, rubbing my fat stomach through my t-shirt. "Aww baby, please, just let me fatten you over this holiday and after that I'll let you eat how you want." I agreed. Though I'd married her for a reason after all, I loved her and it was an amazing time with her even if I had to spend almost all day eating to fulfil her desires. In all our photos my belly hangs low, my fat poking and spilling out of all the clothes I outgrew while we were away. My boobs were so large I contemplated wearing a bra but decided not to as I was hot enough as it was. We arrived back home after hours and hours of travelling in which I was made to eat countless bags of sweets and, just as excitedly as before she unpacked the scale. I wasn't too worried, this was it, I could stop gaining weight now, and how much could I possibly gain in 48 days? "Oh my god!" She shouted with glee. She jumped on the bed and began stripping. I bent down to pick up the readout which she'd dropped, and felt my jeans tear at the side. I straightened up and held still as the numbers settled. 580lbs. A 41 pound gain, over a pound a day, putting me at over 41 stone.

My 3 chins wobbled as I gasped. "Come here now!" She ordered and I got onto the bed, making it creak and groan. I broke the bed that night, so she got a steel one. That's what I'm laid on 4 months later in September. I'd stopped working long before our wedding and we were living on her fortune. I gave up arguing with her for 4 main reasons. 1, I was already hugely obese and would never be thin again. 2, my stomach was huge and I needed a lot of food to stay full. 3, the sex was fantastic and 4, it made her truly, truly happy. She had kept a diary of my measurements and weight since just before Christmas and it was a hell of a read. She also noted what she liked best about seeing my body swell. I was in a daze, I lived to eat. I watched TV and played videogames, sometimes surfed the net on our laptop. Whenever I needed to use my hands she would hand feed me. If I was too full she would massage my stomach for a while then give me plenty to drink (often weight gain shakes though that didn't help the bloated feeling), usually coke or something sugary. The game we were playing at the moment was her favorite. I was too full and fat to masturbate and she'd given me Viagra to keep me horny. When she was finally satisfied that I could get no more in I'd get my reward, but I certainly wouldn't get it if I didn't finish the batch of 16 muffins she'd made especially for me. It was very hard work, my stomach was in severe pain but even after the last muffin she brought a fudge cake and told me I had to eat it. It was huge . . . but I was so horny . . . My shaking hand spooned the last mouthful into my mouth and I swallowed. She held the plate to my face and made me lick it clean, then she gave me the best blowjob of my life. The next morning I was on the toilet for so long that she brought my breakfast in to me and gave me a milkshake to enjoy while I showered. When I was done she made me step on the scales. I got another big hug and she jotted into her diary. 614 pounds. 43 stone. It was too much weight on my bones. I could barely walk and breathe but I was beyond caring. I didn't leave the house, she just continued to shop and cook and clean and feed. I had nothing to worry about, I didn't even miss the outside world. She would occasionally take photos of me for a website which she frequented, where women like her (and a few men but I'm not homophobic) would say "wow he's so sexy" and "you've done such a good job of feeding him". I looked her up and down, she'd definitely gained a few pounds herself, which I enjoyed for some reason. I sat on the couch and awaited my second breakfast.

Later that day I was sat on the couch eating my 2nd 15 inch pizza. My wife was out shopping. We usually got food delivered but today she'd taken the car to get fast food and cakes, pastries, stuff like that. Last time she'd spent over £100 and made me eat the whole lot. It had been a struggle but she'd loved every minute of it and she ***ed my brains out that night.

I got a bit bored and, despite my orders, left half the pizza on the sofa, and hauled myself up and waddled to the pc. The chair was now very small for me and I was worried I'd break it so I tried to ease myself onto it. A large box of assorted donuts was on the desk next to the screen, she'd told me that if I wanted to use the computer I'd have to eat them, and since she'd know I'd been on it I decided to start eating them. I looked around her sites. One photo she'd uploaded was a comparison shot of me at 10 stone and again at 36 stone, it was very popular. There were other shots of me eating and I even found a video of her fingering my belly after I'd passed out from a huge force feeding.

I went into the forums and looked at things she'd posted on. I saw lots of stuff that I didn't understand, but plenty more that caught my attention. In one post she was telling how much I'd gained but that I still had a 'long way to go'. It had only been posted 3 days before so I delved deeper. I found a blog she'd been writing and this was the last entry.

"Oh my god, she's a dream come true. I never expected him to come around so easily to this but he's almost unable to walk and still agrees to eat and even lets me force feed him! Every day she gets closer to my goal. As soon as I make her immobile, which can only be a matter of weeks away, 3 or 4 months at worst, she'll be put onto the second phase of the regime. The part only my aunt and my friends, futon114 and casey5jane have managed to get their girlfriends to. I get so turned on watching her eat, and even more so (strangely) to shop for him, knowing that whatever I buy she will diligently and obediently consume. I love to see her stretch mark covered belly swelling and expanding, her four chins wobbling, her back fat jiggling, her nech being invisible, her meaty legs and arms expanding with my love and my home cooking which she loves more than anything. I love to see him get out of breath as she tries to walk, then give up and eat whatever I give to him.

It went on but I searched on the previous site for the names she had mentioned. They'd both uploaded photos of women twice my size, unable to get off the bed they were confined to. They had tubes leading into and out of orifices to help them breathe and defecate and a tired expression on their faces and piles of food around them. My heart raced. I needed to get out of there.

I looked in the wardrobe but no clothes fit, absolutely nothing would go over my fat belly. I got a white dressing gown on and headed for the car, but remembered she'd taken it out to shop. I couldn't call the police, what would they say?! At best I could hope to be a laughing stock. I wanted to go to a friend's place and hide out for a while, but there would be no time to get her to pick me up, so I sat back down and panted exhaustedly trying to get my breath back as I ate more pizza.

When she arrived home she brought in 4 bags, then made 2 more trips back to the car to get 9 more bags. What worried me was that it was all for today. I might be immobile by the end of the day. By midnight I'd been made to eat a family sized kfc bucket, 4 whoppers with fries, 2 weight gain milkshakes, 3 of the most fattening 800g cheesecakes you've ever seen, probably about 40-50 pastries and cream cakes of various kinds, fudgecakes and donuts and chocolate and pepsi and even more that I couldn't remember.

I laid on the bed unable to move a muscle as she ran her hand delicately over my swollen stomach, which was starting to spill over the side of the bed. I groaned, then asked her what my goal was.

"Your goal?" She asked, unaware that I'd been on her website.

"What is my goal? Why are you feeding me like this?"

"Well, if you want to know, you're going to weigh over 2000 pounds, which is about 140 stone." My heart raced and she soothed me, running her hand over mine. "Really I want to make you 2150 pounds because then I'll have added 2000 pounds to you all by myself."

"I don't want to be that big! I love going out places."

"When did we last go out?" She asked.

I thought hard, but couldn't think of anything since our honeymoon so remained silent.

"I won't do it. I won't let you keep feeding me if all you want is for me to be a fat blob on this bed."

"For starters, I wasn't expecting you to stay on this bed. I've set up a room especially for you in our new house. You have glass walls so you can see outside, a comfy bed, a crane to lift you out of it, I'll be there to wash and feed you, and I'll find a way to keep your winky entertained." She said, grabbing it under my folds of flesh. Her tone changed and she looked me in my panic stricken eyes. "And you will eat, and you will get fatter. There's something I never told you before we got married, I couldn't because I'd have scared you out of marrying me."

She got up, slapped my belly and pulled a pair of handcuffs from under the bed, attaching my ankle to the bedpost with them. "Myself and my 4 sisters were brought up and taught how to cook, feed and look after a huge man. Our 3 brothers were force fed daily, the reason they weren't at the wedding was that they are now simply too fat to walk. The reason for this is my mother; she tried to fatten her husband to over 2000 pounds because my whole family fortune goes to the first woman in our family to fatten up her husband to such a weight. My father died when I was young, of a heart attack at about 1400 pounds. She taught all of us to feed so that we'd be prepared for our partners. It has to be the first partner though, and I have a lot of competition from my cousins, but my sisters are behind me and I'm behind them, we have a pact to share the fortune. The fortune itself was left to our great grandmother because she fattened her husband to death, she was a feeder as well as a homicidal bitch. In her will she stipulated the rules and I want the money. But don't take this the wrong way, I love you and I love your body." She paused. "Come on, you've got to drink your weight gain shake before sleeping."

#fat belly #fat piggy #fatty piggy #gaining fat #immobile

[henelopekru]

Illicit Affairs

CHAPTER ONE. Welcome Back

A Hope Mikaelson x Penelope Park (Henelope) Fic "Don't call me kid, don't call me baby."

Word Count: 2k words

Summary. Inspired by an old tweet I saw just after the second season of Legacies aired. In which Penelope had returned to Mystic Falls after all, only to realise Josie had moved on. Her so-called romance with a forgotten friend is only a ploy to make her ex-girlfriend jealous, never intending to go as far as it does.

A/N. Honestly this is a fic I've wanted to write for a while now. I actually haven't checked, but I imagine Henelope doesn't get a lot of love since they literally interacted twice the entire show lmao. Also please forgive me if some of this is a little inaccurate to the show, it's been a while since my last rewatch of Legacies!

Penelope wasn’t sure whether it was the circumstances that made her irritated by seemingly everything or if it was just Mystic Falls High. The school receptionist typing away at a computer likely older than Penelope herself, the ticking of a clock prehistoric in appearance.

8:55am, it read. Penelope frowned, it was far too early to be awake, especially while her body was still combating a severe case of jet lag. How long had she been waiting now? The email she’d gotten after enrolling last night had asked her to arrive at the reception at 8:30, it wouldn’t surprise her if they’d just forgotten about her. She contemplated asking the receptionist, who Penelope was about seventy percent certain was playing a flash game instead of actually doing any work.

She didn’t want to be here, pulling at a loose thread on her chair, trying hard to ignore the oddly stale scent in the air that threatened to make her nauseous. Still, this had been the agreement she’d decided on with her parents, she could come back to Mystic Falls without them, but she had to continue going to school - they just hadn’t specified what school.

Never in a million years would she have imagined she’d be going to a public school of all places, but anywhere sounded better than the Salvatore School right now. She couldn’t go back there, not after what had happened last night.

The plan had been to surprise Josie with her return. After the way their goodbye had gone, Penelope had assumed Josie would be thrilled to have her back. Sure, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten back together, but she’d just been excited at the idea of seeing her again.

But seeing her with someone else? With Landon Kirby of all people?

At least they hadn’t seen her, that Penelope had spotted them first. She’d managed to preserve her pride so far, but she wouldn’t have stood a chance if they’d known she’d seen them. That was the only silver lining she could see for now, but she didn’t feel optimistic enough to try and think of any others. It was a shitty situation, nothing could fix it.

Josie had been the only reason Penelope had even returned, wanting to warn her about the Merge, wanting to love her in spite of all her flaws and in spite of Lizzie. Her new school in Belgium hadn’t been so bad after all, designed completely for witches, the only downside it had was that there was no Josie. She was too late, Josie had moved on and there was no way Penelope could go back to the boarding school, she couldn’t stand seeing her and Landon together again.

The worst part was that she had no real place to be angry or hurt; Penelope had already broken up with Josie, long before she’d even left for Belgium, she’d broken her heart first - so this was what it felt like, karma stung more than Penelope would’ve liked. 

She’d never actually been broken up with before, or rejected, but she got the feeling her situation with Josie was more painful than any other kind of heartbreak could be. It wasn’t that neither of them cared, Penelope had just messed up and it was too late to fix it.

It was her own fault, she’d caused this.

Penelope had hardly had the time to give much thought to the other girl she’d seen near the mill that night, right after she’d left Josie and Landon. The girl was a student - maybe? - but not one that Penelope recognised, she’d simply chalked her down to being a new transfer, she didn’t look young enough to be a freshman, probably around Penelope’s age.

The girl was the last of her worries though, just as she had been last night. Besides, Penelope doubted that she’d even see her again, she didn’t intend on going anywhere near the boarding school.

“The principal will see you now, Miss Park.” The school receptionist mercifully tore Penelope from her thoughts before she could wallow in any more self-pity. 

Penelope nodded, standing up from her seat in the waiting room, boots squeaking as they made contact with the rubber floors. She grimaced at the harsh sound, approaching the door to the headmaster’s office, reading over the newly placed name plate.

‘Principal A. Saltzman’

It didn’t come as a complete surprise to Penelope, she’d known Alaric had taken a job in Mystic Falls High. Perhaps she hadn’t known it was the job of principal, but it made sense, considering he’d been the headmaster at the Salvatore school. Still, that didn’t take away the dreadful awkwardness that she knew would come with having to talk to her ex-girlfriend’s father.

With a near inaudible sigh, Penelope knocked on the door, waiting for permission from the man inside before she entered the office, unsure of what to expect.

“Take a seat, Penelope.” Alaric gestured towards the empty seat across from his side of the desk, hitting the witch with an odd sense of deja vu from her first day at the Salvatore Boarding School. It felt like forever ago now, since she’d first convinced her parents to allow her to move from her home in New Orleans to a small town in Virginia.

Sitting down, Penelope wouldn’t even dare to look Alaric in the eye, out of.. What? Embarrassment? Guilt? She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but both seemed to apply. Embarrassed she’d believed Josie would just take her back, guilty they’d even broken up in the first place. Penelope wondered if Alaric knew about Josie and Landon, if the kiss she’d witnessed the night before had been the first of many to come or if they’d been together since Penelope had left for Belgium.

The silence in the room was deafening, as Alaric quietly flicked through his computer screen, likely looking through Penelope’s files from her last two schools. 

She wondered if Alaric resented her, for everything that had happened. She’d never had to worry about that when she first broke up with Josie. While he’d been the headmaster at Salvatore’s, there’d been no room for him to take sides and if anything, Penelope wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him take Josie’s side - it was obvious he struggled to balance being a father and a headmaster all at once.

But now, they were in a different school, where maybe he could allow his love towards his daughters to take the forefront more often. Despite her silent disagreements Penelope had towards Alaric, mainly ones that involved him not telling Lizzie and Josie about the merge, she actually liked him. Surprisingly - even to her - she’d actually be quite disheartened if he treated her differently.

Eventually, Penelope cleared her throat, “Why did you leave the boarding school?” She asked, leaning back in her seat. In a way, she was relieved Alaric was her headmaster again, she didn’t feel like trying to suss out a brand new person.

Alaric was too occupied with the computer to look up, although Penelope didn’t take offence, she knew what he was like and it was just nice to have some sense of familiarity after everything that had happened since she’d come back.

“I thought the school would be more suited to a headmaster that can help better than I can.” He explained vaguely after a pause, looking up from the screen in front of him.

She let out a quiet burst of laughter, it had never been a secret that Alaric was ill-equipped when it came to running a school of supernatural teenagers. “You mean someone who’s not a human, right?” Penelope asked, earning a glare from Alaric.

“Penelope.” He began in a hiss, “You don’t know who could be listening.”

Penelope only shrugged in response, although she knew he was right, so she decided not to press any further. Even if she was hurting more than she’d care to admit, she knew throwing the rest of her former classmates under the bus would be unfair. Perhaps the council had stopped vampire hunting years ago, but there was no use in risking it.

“You applied for your enrollment quite late.” Alaric noted, looking up from his screen to shoot her a knowing glance. Maybe this Josie and Landon thing had been going on for a while. “Last night, to be exact. You’re lucky I recognised your name.”

Penelope could only pray that Alaric wouldn’t mention Josie. She wasn’t sure she could handle even the mention of her former girlfriend’s name right now.

She chose not to offer an explanation, to be safe, “So can I still enrol?” Penelope asked nonchalantly, like she had other options. Technically, she could go back to Belgium, but how would she even explain what had happened to her parents? They’d had no idea about her and Josie and for good reason, they never would have approved of the relationship.

Alaric nodded, “You can, but I don’t understand, Penelope.” He answered, finally tearing his full attention away from the computer, resting his arms on the desk he sat at, “You fit in well at the boarding school, you were well liked.. I just don’t see what you gain from coming here instead.”

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Penelope sat up straight. “Maybe I want a different experience.” She shot back, just about managing to hold back her sarcasm. She made a point of lowering her voice as she continued, “Besides, it’s not like I need help controlling my magic, I grew up around witches in the French Quarter.”

“And you’re sure there’s not another reason?” Alaric asked, as though he already knew but was just waiting for Penelope to confess the truth.

Penelope nodded in response; a lie that Alaric appeared to see right now.

He paused uncertainly, “Have you spoken to Josie since you got back? I know she missed having you around school.” Alaric commented, a statement that caused Penelope’s heart to sink.

She didn’t want to think about how Josie must’ve felt after she left, their tearful goodbye had been painful enough. She wondered how long it had taken after that for her to grow close with Landon, if he was just a rebound or if Josie really loved him - neither option was preferable.

“No, I broke up with her, remember?” Penelope clarified, feigning disinterest. She almost immediately dropped the act, more so out of shame rather than the fact that she was talking to Josie’s father. He probably didn’t think very highly of her after she broke his daughter’s heart the first time around. “If I see her, I’ll say hi..”

Seemingly satisfied with the answer he’d been given, Alaric momentarily returned his attention back towards the computer, clicking and typing a few times before he spoke, “Then congratulations, Penelope, you’re officially a student at Mystic Falls High.” He announced, not bothering to lace his tone with enthusiasm, he knew it was the last thing Penelope wanted.

With another click at the computer, a sheet of paper appeared from the printer behind Alaric’s desk, the machinery making a soft buzz. He turned around in his chair to grab the paper, handing it to Penelope. “This has your timetable and your locker number.” He stated, pointing towards each area where the necessary information was located.

Taking the paper in her hands, Penelope quickly skimmed over the information, enough to know that her first lesson of the day was History. She nodded, “Thanks, Alaric.” Penelope acknowledged.

“That’s Mr Saltzman to you.” Alaric corrected her half-heartedly. He shook his head, knowing that she wouldn’t listen, Penelope had been too close to Josie and the rest of the Saltzman family - excluding Lizzie, of course - to even consider Alaric an authority figure. “Just be careful what you call me around the other students.”

Penelope nodded again, humming in amusement as she stood up from her seat. “Yeah, sure.” She mumbled, gathering her things and folding up the sheet Alaric had given her, “I guess I’ll see you around then."

For the first time during the entire exchange, Alaric offered Penelope a smile. Strangely enough, Penelope found it reassuring, easing nerves she didn’t know she had about her first day, “Good luck today.” He said, “And welcome back to Mystic Falls.”

#henelope #hope mikaeelson #penelope park #hope mikaelson x penelope park #hope x penelope #legacies #legacies fanfiction #the vampire diaries #the originals #alaric saltzman #josie saltzman #landon kirby #josie saltzman x landon kirby #josie saltzman x penelope park #writing as penelope is actually really fun #even though its hard to get her personality right #legacies i know you got cancelled but bring my girl back #this feels like a filler chapter

[livelaughlovenikeiyomiuri]

So.

Episode 10, huh?

Let's talk about it.

(Gonna make some references to this previous post of mine so you may want to give that one a read before reading this one, I'll try to make this as stand alone as possible tho)

So I was wrong about the name in the letter. This was signed Eden and not Julia as I had theorised.

I still was right about the fact that the name it was signed with was misleading on purpose, and that the killer used Arei's desire to be friends to coax her into coming to the playground and therefore be killed. So I'm taking like... Half a W. I'm taking the V.

Now, how does what we know now impact my theory about Hu being the manipulator, convincing Nico to kill and then killing Arei? Honestly, not that much.

Hu is still most likely the manipulator, Arturo having the sister secret helped us whittle down the 'unknown secret' list to 4 people (not counting Teruko because everyone and their mother knows that David lied and the secret he got is hers) and Hu doesn't really have any other secret that fits her. Her secret quote talks both about how she feels regret for what she has done but still wants to live, which doesn't really fit what we know about either the murderer or the hopeless child, and the other secret... Well, it's pretty clear that one is Veronika's.

The only secret that even makes sense for Hu is the manipulator one, so that bit remains unchanged.

Hu also definitely played a part in Ace's attempted murder, the weapon used was hers and she has been protecting Nico to an absurd degree- I know that Ace is an ass, but he is in more than the right to be distrusting of the person that tried to kill him, and it is also fair of him to find them suspicious because they don't have a set alibi, Hu is getting unreasonably angry at him. He could use a less shitty tone, sure, but I don't think he even really owes it to the person that almost killed him- Nico and Ace's situation is not black and white in the slightest, but Ace is not the bad guy here anymore.

(Nico is also really not helping themselves, honestly, who gets asked "what were you doing at the time of the murder?" and answers "just... Wandering around..." Nico please I know you are socially inept but you have to realise how suspicious that makes you sound-)

Back to the main point of this post, do I still think that Hu is the killer? Yeah, I do. We know that someone could have easily overheard what happened in the infirmary, it isn't as though anyone was being all that quiet in there, and the note makes the killer of this case look more manipulative by the second- and I already stated who I think the manipulator is.

And sure, Hu 'has an alibi', since she allegedly spent the entire timeframe of the murder with Eden, but alibis are notoriously the easiest piece of evidence to fake. We also don't have all that much knowledge about the murder itself, like why the fish was there in the first place. It's still too early to say that knowing the alibis for the time window between 7:30 and 10 PM is gonna be actually indicative of who had the means to commit Arei's murder.

So, for now, my opinion remains unchanged. Hu is still most likely our killer- the only real other potential suspect is Levi, but him being the most likely not first-time murderer in the group makes him, funnily enough, the least likely to have murdered Arei at the same time. I'm still waiting for him to become more relevant in the trial, because it's so weird that no one is asking him anything about Arei- like, did he tell her he had her secret? I'm hoping next episode we get some more answers.

#drdt spoilers #hu jing #ace markey #nico hakobyan #arei nageishi #levi fontana

[torreshalstead]

You make the miles worth it - Epilogue

Summary - The Chicago Marathon had always been a dream for Hailey. And when she meets a stranger in pink running shoes whilst training, she realises maybe she had been dreaming for more.

Chapters - 24/24

Notes - I can’t believe this story has come to an end! I’ve learnt so much writing this, it’s the longest thing I’ve ever written, 4x longer than my dissertation! But thank you for all your support, it’s meant the world to me. I hope you enjoy just this little epilogue to close it off ❤️ AO3 Link

One year later

‘Jay!’ Hailey called loudly from the front door, ‘we are going to be late’. She already had her shoes on, her gear bag and Jay’s thrown over her shoulder and was tapping her foot impatiently, the sound echoing down the hallway.

‘I wasn’t late last year and look how well that turned out,’ he said with a smirk as he walked out of their bedroom and gave her a quick peck on the lips as he grabbed his shoes.

Their bedroom. Hailey had only just got used to thinking of it as such as they had finally taken the plunge 3 weeks ago and moved in together. They had been spending every night at either his or her place for the last 6 months. And as Vanessa had so kindly pointed out, there was no point in paying two rents if they weren’t using both of them. Hailey had debated on it for a while as she didn’t want to abandon Vanessa, the two had been roommates for years. Vanessa reminded her that she wasn’t abandoning her and they had never planned on living together forever. Just as Hailey had started to argue the point, Vanessa had added quickly that she and Kevin had been talking about moving in together too so it made perfect sense.

On the day of the move, everyone had shown up to help them. Hailey had smiled and thought to herself how lucky they were to have such a group of friends who were always there for them. That was until Adam almost dropped the box with all her mugs and he was banished to only being allowed to carry pillows and clothes.

It hadn’t taken them long to settle in, they had been pretty much living together already but every time she walked through the door it felt more like home than anywhere else ever had. He was her home.

However, today he needed to hurry up. They had to be there in 30 minutes and it was a 15-minute walk. And being late was not something Hailey enjoyed doing.

‘Okay, I’m ready,’ said Jay as he finished tying his laces and stood up. ‘Let’s go run that marathon’.

It was the day after the race that Hailey had realised she wanted to run the marathon again, despite the blisters on her feet, her painfully tight muscles and the fact it had taken over her life for the last 6 months. She wanted to feel that high again when she crossed the finish line, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Jay was immediately on board, not needing an ounce of persuasion, she got the feeling if she hadn’t suggested it to him that he would have.

So here they were, one year on from the day of their long awaited first kiss, living together and heading to the start line of their second marathon. This time they walked hand in hand to the start area as there was no urgent case in New York that Jay had been pulled to. She felt calmer than last year somehow, happier, and overall incredibly excited to run 26.2 through the city she loved side by side with the person that she loved.

When they crossed the finish line this time and she turned to kiss him, he was getting down on one knee and was pulling a ring out of his pocket. She didn’t hear anything he was saying, she was too busy nodding wildly and saying yes. Yes. Of course she said yes.

The marathon was special. It had been special to Hailey for years, even before she made it to the start line the year before. But now it was something else. Something more. It had given her so much, so much hope, so much love. It had given her Jay. And now as he slid the ring onto her left hand, stood up and spun her around, she realised it had given her the world.

#upstead #hailey x jay #hailey upton #jay halstead #upstead fanfic #chicago pd #one chicago fic #one chicago #upstead fanfiction #chicago pd fanfiction #one chicago fanfiction #upstead fic #chicago pd fanfic #chicago pd fic #one chicago fanfic

[ailendolin]

Whump Wednesday - 36 - BBC Ghosts

Title: Stuck [AO3]

Characters: German Pilots Wolfgang & Helmut, Alison, Mike

Prompt: The story of the two German pilots.

A/N 1: This is a very self-indulgent fic I've been wanting to write for ages. I know they barely had 30 seconds of screen time but I adore them and they deserve to have their story told.

A/N 2: The part about smashing the picture was something my own grandmother witnessed her mother doing when she got the news of her only son having been killed on the Eastern Front. The postman saw it all and took my grandmother, a young girl then, aside and told her to never mention it to anybody else and claim the picture broke by accident if anyone ever asked because he knew it could get her mother into trouble, possibly taken away to be never seen or heard from again.

Prompts are open, so if you want me to write a story for you as well just send me an ask with the fandom, characters and your prompt. I’m writing for Ghosts, Yonderland, Horrible Histories and Bill at the moment.

Six Idiots Whump Wednesday / Fluff Friday masterlist is here.

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Stuck

It was supposed to be their final mission: fly over London, drop their bombs, come home. The Staffelkapitän had made it sound so easy.

“After this, you get to go home to your families, boys!”

The words were running through Helmut’s head when the enemy’s Flak hit his plane’s right wing and made it burst into flame right in front of his eyes. He exchanged one look with Wolfgang and grim understanding passed between them. There would be no getting out of this one. They would be going down.

He shouted for their crew to bail out, hoping it wasn’t too late.

Only two of them made it.

Helmut knew he would never learn what became of them, whether or not they managed to land safely on the ground, avoid the British Forces and somehow find their way back home against all odds. He desperately hoped they did.

Let them live, he prayed.

With London’s suburbs rushing up with terrifying speed Helmut barely had time to search for Wolfgang’s eyes one last time amid the smoke before their plane crashed first into one tree and then against another with more force than any human body could withstand. There was a moment of blinding, white-hot pain and then–

Everything around them became dark and still.

————

“Oh shit,” Helmut heard Wolfgang gasp when he came to and his first conscious thought was, Thank god we survived.

It took him three very long seconds to realise something was not right. He couldn’t feel anything – no pain, no thirst, no heat from the fire that was still merrily crackling away on the right wing behind him. Panicking, Helmut looked to his left, to the one person who had been by his side when their plane had gone down, and found Wolfgang staring back at him with wide eyes. His face was ashen.

Alarmingly, it looked like there were two of him.

Helmut shook his head, trying to clear the fog in his mind. He must be seeing things. He probably had a nasty concussion after that horrible crash-landing and just couldn’t feel it because he was in shock.

Behind him in the back of the plane, his crewmates Werner and Karl groaned. Shifting in his seat, Helmut tried to make them out among the flames and smoke but couldn’t see anything. He reached for his seat belt so he could go and help them and felt his hand pass right through it.

His heart missed a beat.

“What the –?” he muttered and tried again. Perhaps his concussion was worse than he’d thought.

“It’s no use,” Wolfgang said quietly from beside him. He sounded oddly defeated. “I think we’re dead.” 

Helmut froze. He stared at his co-pilot, the one who had been assigned to his plane as a last minute replacement for Hans who was currently surrounded by pretty nurses in their base’s medical wing thanks to a stomach bug, of all things. Wolfgang was basically a stranger to him but the past few hours had shown him that he could rely on him if need be. Wolfgang had acted admirably under pressure, had remained calm, collected and level-headed even in the face of death, so to see him losing it right now unsettled Helmut a lot more than he’d like to admit.

“Clearly we’re not,” he said as calmly as he could. “I’m still breathing and so are you.”

He pointed at Wolfgang’s rising and falling chest but Wolfgang shook his head. “No, you don’t get it.”

Without warning, he opened his jacket and reached for Helmut’s hand. Before Helmut had a chance to protest, Wolfgang was pressing his palm against his chest. “What do you feel?”

Helmut struggled against his hold. “Let me go!”

“What do you feel, goddammit?” Wolfgang all but growled.

Deciding humouring him might be his best course of action, Helmut stopped struggling and concentrated on what he felt instead. There was the familiar texture of Wolfgang’s shirt against his palm, the motion of his chest rising and falling with every breath he took and beneath that–

Beneath that, there was nothing at all. No heartbeat. No sign of life.

Helmut’s eyes snapped up. Upon seeing the shocked expression on his face, Wolfgang finally let go of his hand and sank back into his seat, breathing heavily. “Dead. Like I said.”

Slowly, Helmut drew back his hand. Pushing shaking fingers against his wrist, his neck, then his other wrist, he tried feeling for a pulse that wasn’t there.

“How –?” he began and faltered when Wolfgang leaned forward and waved his hand through the cracked glass of their plane’s windshield. Not only did his hand pass right through it but his body – the real one made of flesh and blood – remained in his seat.

Helmut stared at it but no matter how often he blinked or rubbed his eyes, there were two Wolfgangs next to him: the dead one and the–

“Ghost,” he choked out suddenly. His eyes widened in horror. “You’re a ghost!”

Wolfgang looked more world-weary than anyone in his mid-twenties had a right to when he slumped back in his seat. “Now you get it.”

————

Werner and Karl didn’t stay.

When their groans eventually faded into silence, Helmut thought they might have become ghosts too. It was the logical conclusion: you died, you became a ghost. Just like in those scary stories he’d been told as a child and never believed for one second could be real.

Except Werner and Karl didn’t.

When their hearts stopped two white lights appeared amid the flames of their smouldering plane, one shortly after the other. Helmut and Wolfgang got one last quick glimpse at their comrades’ peaceful faces through the dying flames before they disappeared, leaving nothing but their burnt bodies behind.

Helmut gulped and turned away from the gruesome sight.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, then,” Wolfgang said.

He looked like he might throw up.

————

Within the hour, British troops had surrounded their plane.

“Do you think they’ll pull it down?” Wolfgang asked.

Helmut tried to get a look at the tiny people several metres below them but couldn’t quite make them out through the cracked glass of his side window.

“You know, you can just stick your head through it,” Wolfgang suggested after a moment.

Helmut eyed the glass wearily before he shook his head. “No, thank you.”

With a roll of his eyes, Wolfgang grabbed his shoulder and pushed him forward. Helmut’s stomach dropped and he closed his eyes on instinct. He anticipated sharp pain against his temple, maybe the lurching sensation of falling to his death but nothing happened.

“See?” Wolfgang said, sounding just a little smug. “It’s not that hard.”

Helmut glared at him and pushed his hand off his shoulder. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Hi co-pilot merely rolled his eyes again. Before he could come up with some witty comeback the plane under their feet suddenly moved. They had no time to panic, scream or even close their eyes before the bomber crashed through the foliage and onto the ground below them, taking their bodies with it but leaving their souls hanging in the air.

Shaking, Helmut looked at him. “So, uh, this happened.”

Wolfgang, pale as a, well, ghost, nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Their eyes met. “Fuck.”

————

Their plane was gone and yet it was also still there. Helmut could still feel his seat under him even though he was clearly hovering in the air half a metre above a broken branch.

It didn’t make any sense.

And that wasn’t all. There was definitely a floor under his feet and judging by the tentative steps Wolfgang was currently taking towards what used to be their bomb bay, said floor extended to the end of their plane. Which was lying several metres below them on the ground.

Could ghosts get headaches? Because Helmut swore he could feel one coming on right now.

————

It wasn’t all bad, though. At least that’s what Helmut tried to tell himself as they tried to settle down for the night that evening. The view from the tree was quite nice, actually, and the sunset rather beautiful. Every now and then some squirrels and birds looked curiously at them, giving him hope that one day, some person might actually be able to see them and maybe even tell them how to get out of this awful predicament they had found themselves in.

————

A few days later, it rained for the first time. Helmut hadn’t been prepared for how weird it would feel to have raindrops falling through him, and by the looks of it, neither had Wolfgang. It might not be enough to make him feel nauseous but the sensation was still uncomfortable enough for him to curl up in his seat in a pitiful and ultimately useless attempt to protect himself from Mother Nature.

“This sucks,” Wolfgang groaned beside him.

Thunder rolled in the distance.

“Give it a few minutes and it will suck even more,” Helmut said.

Sometimes, he hated being right.

————

“We need to get out of here,” Wolfgang said the next day. The tone of his voice clearly said this was neither a suggestion nor would it be a negotiation. “Get on the ground, find some shelter …”

Helmut glanced first at the tree and then at the ground several metres below them. “And how do you propose we do that? We can’t exactly climb down, now can we?”

He passed his foot through the branch under him to prove his point. It still felt weird to do that.

“We jump,” Wolfgang said, his jaw set.  

Helmut blinked at him. Then he blinked again because Wolfgang looked completely serious. “You’re insane.”

“Am I?” Wolfgang challenged. “What’s the worst that can happen? We die? Newsflash, Helmut: we’re already dead.”

While Helmut had to admit that he had a point there, the mere thought of jumping down from this height and simply hoping for the best made his non-existent heartrate quicken – especially when he saw Wolfgang standing up and peering over the imaginary edge of their ghost plane’s hull with a stubborn, determined look on his face.

“Don’t do this,” Helmut begged.

Wolfgang briefly glanced at him. “I’m not going to be stuck here for the rest of time, Helmut.”

Because of you.

The words might have gone unspoken but Helmut still heard them loud and clear. He had been wondering for a while now if Wolfgang resented him for the choices he’d made that day; the choices that had gotten most of their crew including the two of them killed. Now he had his answer.

“Please don’t,” he whispered.

“You can stay here if you want but I’m going,” Wolfgang declared. He took a deep breath, gave one final mock salute, and then stepped out of the invisible plane. Helmut followed his descent, both hoping he would and wouldn’t make it. He hated himself a little for the latter.

A first it looked like Wolfgang would reach the ground. Then, a mere two metres away from it, some invisible force turned his body around and propelled it right back into his seat.

Wolfgang blinked.

“What the hell?” he said, baffled. Then, without another word, he jumped again. And again. And again.

It was dark by the time he finally admitted defeat.

“I’m sorry,” Helmut whispered as the first stars twinkled into existence above them, just like they used to at home. He was sorry for a lot of things these days – for bodging their mission, for letting their plane get hit, for not only getting himself stuck in this weird form of existence but Wolfgang as well. But mostly he was sorry for the utter relief he felt at not having to face eternity alone.

Beside him, Wolfgang sighed heavily and rested his weight against his shoulder. “I know.”

————

“Do you have someone waiting for you at home?” Helmut asked the next evening. The sun was just about to set beyond the horizon and above their heads, familiar planes were soaring across the sky during yet another bomb run.

“It’s just been my grandma and me for a while,” Wolfgang said quietly. “You?”

“My mother, and four sisters,” Helmut said. “My father is in the Kriegsmarine. A Maat. It’s been almost two years since I’ve seen him. And then there’s Marie.”

Wolfgang glanced at him. “Girlfriend?”

Helmut smiled sadly. “Fiancé, actually. You know, before we went on this mission, I sent her a package with a new pair of shoes – brilliantly white high heels.” He paused as the first bombs exploded on the horizon. “We were supposed to get married next month.”

He felt a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, mate.”

“Yeah,” Helmut choked out. “Me too. Do you think they’ve been notified yet?”

Wolfgang shrugged. “Probably.”

Helmut imagined his mother, her face lined with worry rather than laughter after years of war, opening the door one morning to find the postman standing there with his cap pulled off and an official-looking letter in his hand. He imagined her tearing it open and reading it, perhaps with his youngest sister standing next to her wide-eyed and looking scared; imagined her walking back into the house without a word and pulling down the Führer’s picture from the wall to smash it onto the ground – an action that could very well get her killed.

“I hope they’ll be safe.”

Wolfgang gave him an odd look but remained quiet as London went up in flames around them.

————

Time passed. London burned and eventually got rebuilt. The war ended. Their tree fell.

“Do you think we’ll be stuck here forever?” Helmut asked one morning as they watched the sun rise over the buildings in the east.

Wolfgang shrugged. “Werner and Karl moved on so chances are, we’ll be able to one day as well. Right?”

Helmut looked down at his tightly clasped hands. “I know you blame me for being here but I’m glad I’m not alone, Wolfgang. I really am.”

With a sigh, Wolfgang wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. “What happened wasn’t your fault, Helmut. I was just angry back then. Sorry.”

Swallowing hard, Helmut allowed himself to lean his forehead against Wolfgang’s temple.

“Just don’t move on before me,” he quietly begged.

“Promise,” Wolfgang whispered. They were both quiet for a moment, letting the weight of it all sink in, before Wolfgang pulled back. He rested his head on Helmut’s shoulder and, in an attempt to lighten up the mood, said, “Now be a good pillow and let me sleep. Us old folks need more rest then you young hotspurts can imagine.”

Helmut snorted. “You’re barely a year older than I am!”

“When you get to my age, young man, you’ll understand,” Wolfgang said in a gravelly voice that was supposed to sound elderly but only managed to make him sound rather silly. He shifted around a little, trying to get comfortable on nothing but air, the ghost of their plane under their feet and Helmut’s shoulder.

“Sweet dreams, grandpa,” Helmut said fondly once he’d settled down.

“You too, kid.”

————

Over 70 years later, a young woman walked up to the window in the building to their left. Helmut probably wouldn’t have even noticed her if she hadn’t been looking directly at him. His eyes widened and he nudged Wolfgang awake with his arm.

“Wolfgang! The young lady there can see us!”

This had never happened before.

“Hallo!” they called out to her with big smiles on their faces and waved their hands.

She smiled a little unhappily before she returned the greeting with a little wave of her own.

“Oh, she is waving!” Helmut exclaimed. He grabbed Wolfgang’s arm in excitement. They could actually talk to someone for once! They could –

The woman turned away from the window.

“No!” Helmut shouted. “No! Come back! Come back!”

She didn’t, though, and he and Wolfgang sank back into their invisible seats in disappointment.

“Did you see that?” Helmut whispered, still in awe of what had just happened. “She saw us! She waved at us! Do you think she’ll come back?”

Wolfgang shook his head. “We probably scared her off.”

“She didn’t look scared,” Helmut said. “She must have seen ghosts before.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Wolfgang said, staring at the ground below them with an unreadable expression on his face. His face was more closed off than Helmut had seen it in decades. “It’s not like she can help us anyway.”

Feeling dejected, Helmut let his shoulders hang and sighed. “Yeah. You’re probably right. Still, it was nice to be seen for once.”

————

Wolfgang was, in fact, not right. A year or so later – time was difficult to measure several metres up in the air away from any people – the woman showed up again. And this time, she brought news.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay longer when we first met,” she – Alison, they’d learned – said. She was standing on the rooftop this time, with her husband by her side. “It’s a bit weird talking to ghosts in public, you know?”

The device in her husband’s hand - some sort of telephone Helmut had seen people use before – translated her words into German. The translation wasn’t completely correct but still accurate enough that he and Wolfgang could get the gist of what she was saying.

“We did some research on you and your crew and wondered if you’d like to know what we found out.”

Helmut’s eyes widened and he turned to Wolfgang with a smile.

“Did you hear that?” he asked and without waiting for a reply shouted. “Yes, please! There were others in the plane with us – Johannes and Herbert. They made it out. Do you know what happened to them?”

Alison looked down at their notes. “Just give me a moment to find – ah, here they are. Johannes and Herbert. Let’s see … they spent the next few years as POWs here in England, I’m afraid. Good news is, they were sent back home after the war and both lived long and happy lives.”

Her husband tapped her on the arm to get her attention. “They do know Germany lost, don’t they?”

Even though he was whispering, his telephone picked up his voice and loudly translated the sentence.

“Oh yes, we know,” Wolfgang said dismissively. It had been hard to miss, really. “Did you manage to find out anything about our families?”

They learned that Wolfgang’s grandmother had passed away in 1944.

“I couldn’t find out why, sorry,” Alison said.

Helmut’s father had apparently survived the war and both he and his mother continued working the farm for a few more years until they’d lost their lives to, “An unspecified illness,” Alison said.  

His sisters all had married and all but one of them lived happily into their mid-eighties.

“And my fiancé?” Helmut said quietly. He almost didn’t dare to ask.

“Marie, right. She married a man named Georg after the war,” Alison said. “She died five years ago so I couldn’t talk to her directly but I managed to contact her daughter and she told me her mother never forgot you. The family still has your picture.”

She pulled a large piece of paper out of her bag and unfolded it. Her husband pointed the light of his device at It and Helmut gasped.

“That’s … that’s our engagement picture,” he breathed.

Wolfgang put an arm around his shoulders. “She looks very happy, mate. You both do.”

Helmut swallowed down a sob. “We were.”

“She never forgot you,” Alison repeated with a kind smile.

“Thank you,” Helmut said hoarsely. “Thank you so much.”

————

That night, he woke up to a tingling feeling all over his body. When he blinked his eyes open there was a bright light in front of him – no, two of them. He grabbed Wolfgang’s hand to shake him awake. “Look!”

They had been waiting for this moment so long.

“Ready?” Wolfgang asked.

Helmut tightened his hold. “Yes.”

They shared one last look.

“See you on the other side, then,” Wolfgang grinned and pulled him forward.

For the first and last time since their crash, they stepped off their plane together. Helmut closed his eyes and let the light take him, knowing whatever came next, he wouldn’t have to face it alone.

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harmless (ix)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, sex jokes, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety

Word count: 3.9k

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Somehow it bypasses Bucky’s spam folder and is in his primary email. SHIELD tech is too advanced to let fake mails like this reach him and this doesn’t make sense. Unless it was one of the stupid dating websites he signed up for.

Leaving aside the obvious typo in the subject, he clicks on it, hoping it doesn’t unleash a virus onto his computer. 

He’s instead greeted with a poorly Photoshopped picture of you at a bar with a martini in your hand. He doesn’t have to look too hard to see that the martini is, in fact, an emoji. Off to a terrible start already. 

Right beside it is an even worse image, an imitation of an early Internet chat box.

Harbinger of Doom just sent you a message! 

Come to the empty lot near lair. Bring goggles. 😩💦

Decline/Accept

He wants to strangle you. 

______

“Why did you curse my eyes so early in the morning?” He spots you at the top of the lair, speaking loudly so that it hopefully reached you. 

“What?” you yell back down instead. “If you’re saying something, I can’t hear you.”

He rolls his eyes. He pulls his phone from his pocket and presses on your contact. 

He watches the look of confusion morph into one of slight surprise when you reach into your pocket and pull out your call.

“Don’t ever send an image like that to me again,” he says directly.

“If that one image is too much for you, how will we ever make our sex tape?”

His mouth opens and shuts like goddamn fish.

He can hear your laughter even without the phone.

“First of all- stop laughing- first of all, a sex tape is never going to happen. Second of all, I have a debriefing to go to, we need to make this quick.”

He holds up a finger when he sees you begin to say something. By the look of trouble painted all over your face, he knows it’s going to be a dumb innuendo. 

“Thirdly, why are you standing there?”

“I watched The Last Airbender,” you say once your cackling dies down.

“I like that show.” He did. Peter sometimes watched it when he came over and Bucky more often than not joined in.

“I know, you told me.”

Oh. 

“Okay, what now?” 

“Put your goggles on.” You take one step towards the ledge. 

“What are you doing?” The goggles don’t do anything to shield him from the sun, considering that they’re not tinted. Maybe he could invest in those.

You send him a smile, taking a step further. His walk towards the building turns into a jog, then a sprint when you’re basically standing on the edge.

You spread your arms out like Jesus Christ himself before flinging yourself off the building. His stomach drops.

His phone falls to the ground, discarded to the side as he sprints to break your landing. 

It never comes. 

Instead, a gust of wind smacks him in the face, forcing him a few steps backwards. 

“I am now an air bender.” your eyes shone. “Kind of.”

Just like that, the show was ruined.

He wipes the dust on from his glasses that he now understands why you made him wear. Considerate, for a person who nearly just gave him a heart attack. 

“Why.” It’s not even a question, just a statement. 

“You know how the Tower has a giant ‘A’ on the side?” 

He stares at you. 

“I‘m gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of it.”

Pepper would not like that. 

“That’s not even evil.”

“Yeah, but it’d annoy your super friends,” You do a flip midair, testing out the repulsors that were tied around your palms, “and I’m the voice of the people.”

You’re too high for him to reach. He doesn’t have his tools, or anything useful on him considering that he never had to use them before. He couldn’t even launch himself at you from the side of the building because you’d just move out of the way. He could jump really high but it would just have the same consequence.

He could talk and keep you distracted but that worked once, it wouldn’t again. At least not for long. 

Fuck, he really had only one option. 

He leaves you to do your somersaults and turns, walking over to where he dropped his phone. It’s an upgrade from the brick he was using a while ago, but not a high end Stark model. A smartphone, but barely.

He sighs, punching in the number and holding it up to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you yell from above him. 

“Go back to your shitty aerobics,” he yells back.

You pause for a second. “Was that a fucking pun, James Bar-”

The dial tone ends when someone picks up. He diverts his attention back to the call.

“Hey man, I-

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“It’s probably something stupid,” Sam doesn’t even sound annoyed, just uninterested.

“I need your wings.”

“I was right. Bye.”

It was a long shot anyway.

“Fuckin’ hold on a second.” He sees you disintegrate a concrete block by having it drop from the air. “You come here and fix this, then. She’s air bending now.”

“...like Avatar?” Sam unsurprisingly got the reference. 

Peter’s interests were usually shared by everyone in the Tower, just because they had to compensate for the teasing he had to endure. It led to a lot of geeky documentaries and occasional musicals. Bucky wouldn’t be caught dead humming songs from Thoroughly Modern Millie under his breath. 

“Yeah.”

“You want me to come and fight your girlfriend,” he says slowly. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Bucky urges, “and yes, I need help. Can’t exactly reach her when she’s twenty feet above me.”

“We have a briefing in 30 minutes. Why did you even go there today?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that. Just looks up at you smacking one of the repulsors against your thigh when it sputters for a second. It’s tradition. 

“Well?” Bucky ignores his question.

“Fine,” Sam’s voice is distant for a second as he agrees. “Clint’s asking if he can come too.”

“Fuck no.” One of them was more than enough and Sam was way better at negotiation. 

He hears a faint profanity from who he assumed was Clint before the call cuts.

He takes a seat on the ground and waits.

“You’re not going to make any effort to stop me?” You have your arms pressed to your side, palms pointed downwards to keep you afloat.

 “I could just throw things at you again.” He makes a mention towards the small pebbles.

“I will fuck you up if you even try,” you warn. He lifts his arms in surrender. “So that’s it. You’re just going to sit there.”

“To be honest, I couldn’t care less if you painted the building,” he says with the least amount of interest he could muster, not that that was very hard.

“Do you not like your team?” 

“I do.” He isn’t lying. “But they’re little shits.”

“I can draw a couple of dicks on their window, no problem,” you say offhandedly.

He looks up at you through his fingers. “That won’t be required.”

Although it was appreciated. 

“Cool, so then I’m gonna go.” You make a mention of the utility belt on your waist. He looks at the many spray cans that decorate it. 

“What colour are you going with?” he interrupts quickly. Fuckin’ Sam. What was the point of wings if he couldn’t get here in 2 minutes?

“Red, probably.” You look down. “I got purple and white just in case.”

“Building’s dark, red is good.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” You lower yourself down to the ground, a few feet ahead of him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” For fucks’ sake, Sam. “You really don’t like superheroes, do you?”

“I don’t have anything against them.”

“Then why do you do this every week?”

This was wading into personal territory and he did not like it. 

“Well.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Because I want to. It’s fun.”

“No other reason?”

“Do I need to have another reason?” You push your palm downwards, sending you back up into the air. “Can’t I just be evil because I want to?”

“Sure,” he says. He’s heard worse reasons. “Why not?”

“Besides, if you think I don’t like superheroes then you should meet Jake.”

“Who’s Jake?” He hadn’t ever heard you mention him before because he’d remember if you had.

“My roommate.” 

“I didn’t see him when I came over.”

“That’s because we’re not conjoined at the hip.” It takes you a second to stabilise. “Besides, he grabbed the water while I got the bracelet but he refused to come say hi.”

Bucky looked down at his wrist. It was still there. He found himself fidgeting with it more often than not.

“He hates superheroes?”

“He has a valid reason.” Your eyes widen in worry when your head suddenly dips. 

“What is it?” He knows the height at which you’re at isn’t very dangerous but if need be, he’s close by. 

“Come find out.” Your eyes shone mischievously. “But yeah, no reason for me to be evil.”

“Not even a tragic backstory?” 

“None. But if you want it, I can give you one, Barnes.” You test the waters, seeing how long you can lie horizontally. “Can’t promise you’ll like it though.”

“Try me.” He has time to kill. He’s a good listener.

“Well, it all started with my family- a troop of gorillas.” You flip over to lie on your back. “They practically raised me, they did. Until my gorilla mother died and I was all but consumed by grief and-”

“Your mother was a gorilla?” He entertains the notion. 

“Or was it my father?” you ask thoughtfully. “I don’t know, I don’t remember. Anyway, I met a-”

“Just to clarify, none of this is real, right?” he interjects. 

You stare at him. He stares at you.

“Bucky, that’s the plot of Tarzan,” you say slowly, “or at least whatever I remember of it... which I’m beginning to realise isn’t much.”

“Just clarifying.” He leans back again.

“Anyway so then when my mother, the deer-”

“Gorilla.”

“Whatever. Was killed, I escaped to some place-”

“Where?”

“Somewhere. And I stayed with these seven men-”

“Why seven?” He actually remembers watching this movie with his sister when it came out. An early memory, a bit faded. He remembers how long he saved up for the ticket.

“Because character development. And then I realised the reason my life was so weird was because there was a rat controlling me by pulling on my hair-”

“What the fuc-”

“If you ask any more questions, I’m going to stop.”

Bucky blinks at you. “So that’s your backstory.” 

“Raw and uncut, baby.”

“Just to get this straight, your mother, the gorilla deer-”

“Witch.”

“Huh?”

“She was a witch who stole my hair.”

“Wha-”

He’s interrupted by the giant shadow cast by something that flies overhead. 

Fucking finally. 

He doesn’t even have to look up. Sam does a small glide to the ground, landing gracefully beside him.

Bucky finds you speechless but straightened up from your earlier posture.

“Buck,” Sam greets him.

“Sam,” he says in return, getting up from his place. 

A grin spreads across your face. “Mr. Sam Wilson. No way.”

“You’re Y/N, I’m assuming?” Sam offers, posture relaxed. He clearly wasn’t here to fight. 

“The one and only.” You tear your eyes away from Sam to glare at Bucky. “Barnes, if you had told me we were expecting guests, I would have dressed better.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows in suspicion at you. You’d dress up for Sam. 

You dressed up like a suburban tourist dad for him. He was feeling the offence incoming. 

“Can’t count on him to be useful in any situation.” Alright, he did not call Sam just to have the both of you team up against him. 

“Normally I’d agree with you but he did just invite you here, so...” you trail off, looking at Sam expectantly. 

What the shit.

Sam smirks. Bucky switches rapidly back and forth between the both of you.

“I see why Buck keeps coming back every week.” It doesn’t take long for him to catch on, enlisting a feeling of triumph from you. 

“I can’t see why he doesn’t just stay at home everyday if this is the view.” You gesture to him.

This is not what Bucky wanted.

“Okay,” Bucky interrupts, “what is going on here?”

“Pure chemistry, I’d say.” You’re half tempted to bite your lip to seal the deal.

“I agree.” Sam just nods, completely and utterly serious. 

You think that you’ll give him a gift basket just for playing along despite meeting you for the first time at that moment. 

“Get a room.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe we will.” You tap your finger against your lip in thought. “How do you feel about Indian food, Sam?”

“Very positively.” 

Bucky grits his teeth. “If you’re not planning to spray paint the Tower, can you just hand over the repulsers so we can go home for the day?”

You let out a small tsk in disapproval. “See what I have to deal with?”

“Can’t imagine how you do it every weekend,” Sam says dryly, not wasting a second in replying. 

“Hello?” Bucky waves his arm around. “She’s the villain here.”

“Your face is the villain here.” You tear your eyes away from Sam only to glare at him. “He won’t even wear a cape. Why am I the only one who brings their A-Game every week?”

“Sam just get the damn-”

“You should wear a cape, man.” Bucky’s absolutely sure that even Sam knows it’s a ridiculous idea.

“I’m not wearing a fuckin’ cape,” he grumbles. 

“What are your thoughts on swords, then?” Your finger finds a place under your chin in deep contemplation. “You’d look great with a sword.”

Bucky buries his face in his palms. “Sam, for the love of God.” 

“Okay, alright.” Sam finally gives in with a small chuckle. He runs a few steps to get a small head start before launching himself into the air, whizzing past your levitating figure. He does a neat little flip midair before matching your height.

Showoff.

“How difficult are you gonna make this, Wilson?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky exhales, looking at the both of you through his goggles. 

“What’s your play here?” Sam calls out loudly.

“Was gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of the Tower.”

“After the ‘A’?”

“After the ‘A’,” you confirm. 

“Now that’s too small,” Sam tutted. “You gotta think bigger. Paint the whole Tower.” 

“Sam!” Bucky looks horrified. 

“Hmm.” You look like you’re considering it. “Don’t have enough paint for that though.”

“You’re an evil genius, right?” Sam casts a small glance at Bucky. “At least that’s what he tells me.”

“You talk about me?” You grin at the disgruntled man on the ground. 

“I don’t,” he mutters, shaking his head. A lie.

“Yeah, so build something,” Sam points out. “Get some more paint. I’ll even tell you the best vantage points to spill it.”

“No, he won’t,” Bucky shouts from below. 

“He’s just cranky because he didn’t get his prune juice this morning, ignore him,” Sam dismisses him.

Prune juice? He was a young 100, not ancient. 

“What’s your favourite colour, Falcon?”

“I like red.”

As annoyed as Bucky is right now, he stores that away in his memory for later. He also knows Sam loves seafood and a good pair of shoes. 

“A couple of gallons of red paint it is, then.” You lower yourself to the ground, Sam slowly follows suit until he lands beside Bucky.

“You know we can’t let you go without taking those, right?” Bucky tilts his head towards your invention.

You narrow your eyes at him. He doesn’t budge.

“I’ll tell ya what,” Sam pipes in instead. “I’ll keep them until you finish getting the paint and once you’re done, we’ll make an evening out of vandalising the Tower.” 

Bucky may not enjoy his company all that much but he admires Sam’s diplomacy. Of course, you would never make it this easy while reasoning with him.

“That a promise, Mr. Wilson?” You raise your eyebrow at him questioningly but are already in the process of removing the things from your hand. 

“Wouldn’t ever lie to you, doll.” He holds up his hand in a mock swear.

You walk towards Bucky and him, rotating your wrists to get rid of the soreness. “Bold claim for a man who met me ten minutes ago.”

“Feels like it’s been longer.” He sends you a wink and you can’t stop the laugh the escapes from you finally. 

Bucky holds his hand out for the gadgets. You shrink away from him with a click of your tongue.

“Technically, he takes this round.” You send a nod towards Sam, dropping off the repulsors into his hand. “So he gets it.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You gonna keep ‘em safe?” you ask Sam, this time a little more earnestly. 

“Guard it with my life,” he says seriously, pressing his lips together in a line to avoid smiling. 

“You’re both ridiculous,” Bucky cuts in.

“You’re going to be late.” Sam tucks the devices into his pocket safely. “You know how Steve gets when people walk in on his speeches. Do you even have a ride?”

“Got the motorcycle.” 

“See you there.” Sam nods. 

“Save me a place,” Bucky says to him.

“No.” He doesn’t even hesitate. “Y/N. It was a pleasure.”

“Still holding you to that evening, Sam.” You send him a smile.

“I’m countin’ on it.” He gives you a small three finger salute before taking off, leaving you staring after his retracting figure. 

When the dust settles, Bucky awkwardly clears his throat. “Right. So that was that.”

“Dude,” you let out an exhale. “he’s so hot.”

He murmurs something unintelligible. It vaguely sounds like a series of threats but mostly a list of complaints.

“Don’t you have a meeting to get to?” You turn your attention back to him.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you going to be late?” You glance at the clock on your phone.

“I’ll just tell them I was on a mission.” Well, sort of. “Besides, what are they gonna do? Kick me out?”

“Fair enough.” You shrug. “Have a safe ride back.”

From what he knows of you and Sam, the both of you were kidding around. But he could never be too sure. He can’t even ask if you were serious about the entire thing because it’s none of his business. 

Were the implications of having his mortal nemesis and other mortal nemesis date important enough to overrule that? 

“Are you planning to skip your meeting, or?” you ask when he remains freezes in his spot, eyes glazed over like he’s thinking about something. “Because if you are, I know this great Thai place-”

“Don’t do that again,” he says instead, shaking his head to jolt him out of his thoughts. 

“What?”

“Flinging yourself off roofs like that.”

“Why?” Because it scared the hell out of him, for one.

“Just don’t.”

“Oh please, like you’ve never done dangerous shit like that before.” You narrow your eyes at him, reading his face. “Are you telling me you care about me?”

“No.” His nose twitches. “Just don’t throw yourself off buildings when I’m around.”

“What about when you’re not?”

“As long as I’m not there to witness it.” He shrugs, spinning on his heel to leave. Technically he preferred if you didn’t do things like that at all. 

“Fine. I’ll just have my clone try out all the dangerous stuff for me.”

 He stops in his tracks. “You have a clone?”

“Well,” You squint, “no. But I’m working on it.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Bye Y/N.”

“You know, it sounds an awful lot like you’re saying we’re friends.” Your whole demeanour changes and he already knows what’s coming.

“I never said that,” he argues vehemently. “All I said was that I can’t have your murder on my hands.”

“Thus implying that we’re friends. In a fucked up, enemies kind of way.” You positively beam at him. “Aw, Barnes, that’s adorable.”

Adorable? Adorable?

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too, bestie,” you gush, dumb grin on your face. “I’ll make us friendship rings next time. What are your thoughts on matching tattoos?”

He wants to cry. 

______

By the time Sam walks into the meeting room, the session’s already begun. He shoots an apologetic look to a monologuing Steve before taking his place at the nearest chair available. 

Something sharp pokes his thigh. His wings are off and in the backpack beside him, but then he remembers your little inventions that were still in his pocket.

He tries not to make much of a noise while he pulls them out, giving them a look over to make sure they’re not broken.

“Watcha got there, Big Bird?” Tony asks lowly from beside him.

“Something that Barnes’ enemy made.” Sam holds it up slightly. 

“The one he’s been rendezvousing around town with every weekend?” 

“That’s her.” He’s about to put it in his backpack when Tony stops him.

“Pass that here for a second.” He recognises it immediately for what it is, interest piqued. 

Sam hands one of them over while he puts the other back in the bag. It’s a metallic circle, not bigger than Tony’s palm, with a thick leather strap to tie it around your palm.

“She made this?” 

“Why don’t you ask him?” Sam mentions towards Bucky who silently slips into the conference room, standing in the corner near the potted plant since there were no more chairs left.

“The balance has gotta be off on this thing,” he mutters to himself, wholly ignoring the brooding man standing in the corner like a Christmas tree.

“She seemed to be manoeuvring it fine,” Sam catches the eye of a lower ranking agent who makes the mistake of glaring at him for talking while the meeting was going on. A few seconds later the agent hastily looks away and doesn’t turn around for the rest of the hour. 

“Could be better.” He uses a much more intricate model for his suits, although this isn’t even half-bad for a homemade version. “Do you know how long she took to make this?”

“Buck says she comes up with a new one every week, so I’m guessing that long.” 

It had a few glitches but it was incredibly refined for a week’s worth of work.

“Interesting.” He gives it a quick overlook before handing it back to Sam who drops it into the bag.

He casts a swift glance at Bucky, noting how he wasn’t even paying attention to the meeting but rather to whatever he had tied around his metal wrist, fidgeting with it with his thumb. 

Tony has an idea. 

And that was generally bad news.

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[reids-rendering-reality]

Guys My Age

Summary: Y/N is the newest addition to the BAU team and Spencer appears to have taken a special liking towards her. The only problem is, he thinks he’s too old for her. However, that’s all about to change when they share a hotel room.

(A/N: I’m such a sucker for the hotel room trope so I combined it with two of my other favourite ideas: Spencer being older than the reader and catching her doing yoga)

Type: fluff + a sexual innuendo or two

Warnings: dirty thoughts, insecurity about age, age gap, anxiety, yoga?

Word Count: 2.1K

Spencer Reid’s POV

I pulled the handle of my satchel over my shoulder as I sighed. It was a very long day in a small rural town somewhere deep in Alabama. Everyone else had gone back to their hotel room, besides Hotch and I. There was just something about this case I couldn’t get out of my mind. The feeling of being so close to the final piece of the puzzle, as if it were on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t grip it. Yet I had to let it go for the night and get some rest. The much needed REM sleep could give me an entirely new perspective on this problem to me tomorrow. At least that’s what I hoped.

On the walk to the hotel room I was getting increasingly nervous, the more rooms I passed in the hallway. This small hotel did not have enough rooms to accommodate the whole team separately. They only had four rooms for the seven of us. JJ and Emily had immediately paired up, just like Rossi and Morgan. And Hotch being the team leader took the single room. Leaving me with our newest and youngest member, Y/N.

It’s not like I didn’t like her. That’s not what it was at all. Just, she made me a little bit nervous. She was so beautiful that sometimes I couldn’t get out any words around her. And that says a lot because I always have something to say. But as cheesy as it sounds, in some moments there is not a single fact that I can recall. 

But the elephant in the room demands to be heard. She is younger than I am. And that by a lot. By exactly ten years and three months. That appears to be a lot. I don’t really know why, but that bothers me. We are both adults, but because of social conventions at our age, I feel as though it is inappropriate. Yet if I were 60 and she were 50 or I was 80 and she was 70, no one would even blink at the gap. Yet because we are young it matters. I feel sad when I think about it because I like her a lot. And when we talk I don’t notice the age gap. In fact, I’d even go so far as to say that it wasn’t even there at all.

What surprised me as I was having these thoughts and neared the room was the fact that I actually considered asking her out. Since Maeve I have not been on a single date. And who said she would even be interested in anything beyond a casual friendship or even colleagueship with me? That’s not even considering the amount of courage it would require for me to tell her. But it’s not like that would be a fruitful endeavour.

And that was the last thought I had before I reached the door to room 179. A prime number. Prime numbers would be my lucky numbers if there were such a thing.

As I rummaged around my pockets and satchel for the key card I noticed the sound of music coming through the door.

“Gotta thank him he’s the reason

That I’ll find what I’m looking for.”

I heard a woman sing over the sound of an electric guitar. I still hadn’t found my key card.

“Guys my age don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to treat me.”

My movements stopped when my brain registered the lyrics. Guys my age…?

“Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good.”

My breath hitched and I gulped, key card in hand. Did she mean that? Could it be possible that she would be interested in someone ten years older than her? The feeling of hope was beginning to form in my brain, scenarios of what could be clouding my vision. But they were quickly pushed aside by a dark storm of self-doubt. Because most people don’t listen to lyrics as closely. The lyrics to a song don’t mean anything to them. Did they mean anything to her?

I realised I had been standing in front of the door for way too long and gathered all my confidence to go inside. But nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. After closing the door behind me and tucking away the key card into my bag I turned around for the first time.

There she was. In the middle of the room in front of the two twin beds on a yoga mat. Her front leg was bent as she stretched her back. She was only dressed in skin tight pants and a matching bra that complimented the way her body was contorted. The soft light from the night lamp next to one of the beds made her skin glisten just noticeably as if it were glowing. I could feel my eyes widen as I my brain finally added up the pieces of what I was seeing.

“Oh, hi Spence!” she said gleefully turning her head towards mine, “I was feeling a little tense after sitting in that conference room all day. I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t even bother to attempt to talk, I could feel how dry my throat was and how my lips would not listen to any command I would’ve given it. So I just shook my head and pulled my eyes away from her as she moved her upper body towards the floor, holding herself up by her ellbows. I walked towards the beds in her general direction trying not to notice how gorgeous her ass looked now that her body was turned away from me. That I even had that thought surprised me and caused a blush to rise to my cheeks. I was thankful that she couldn’t see my face in that moment as I loosened up my tie. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, my attention drifted back to the song.

“Don't know how to love me good

So I'm never going back”

There was nothing in that moment that could keep me sane. My wildest dreams could have not come up with this scenario. It felt utterly unreal.

As the song ended I saw her change positions again from my peripheral vision.

“You’re awfully quiet today,” she said while turning the music down.

I noticed panic begin to fill my brain. She wanted to have a conversation.

“I um- it’s been kind of a long day,” I said and cleared my throat, while deciding whether or not it would be a good idea to turn around towards her.

“Have you been at the station the whole time? You must be exhausted,” she responded and continued when I didn’t answer, “I thought you could show me that show you’ve been gushing about.”

How was this real life? My brain began to lose control of my executive functions as my body turned around to face her. She was now sitting on the floor, legs stretched out in front of her, her hands wrapped around her feet as she looked up at me. The low-cut top she was wearing gave me a perfect sight into the curves of her-

I dared not continue that line of thought, already flustered enough as it is.

“Really? You’d be interested in watching that?” I said and blinked.

Her lips spread into a smile, twinkling her eyes, “Yeah, of course. The way you described it makes me really curious.”

“We could watch an episode or two before going to sleep, if you want.”

I just had to take this chance. Even if I could only begin to have a friendship with her, I wanted to be close to her because for some odd reason, I couldn’t bear to admire her from afar.

So not long after, I was setting up the odd hotel room tv to watch the show. It took me the entirety of her taking a shower so that I was only standing back up when she was walking out of the small bathroom in a white bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head. She smiled up at me as she walked past me, her hand brushing my arm so casually that I questioned whether it actually happened. 

I hesitated again before sitting down on the bed. Was she going to get dressed in front of me? Because no matter how much my amygdala wanted me to see that, my frontal cortex wasn’t going to allow it. I forced myself to look through my satchel in an attempt to find a distraction as I waited for her next move. But luckily, she didn’t tempt my brain too much into overdrive.

I felt as if there was a higher power not willing to spare me for the night when she came out of the bathroom a second time, now something someone might call dressed. She was in a loose light coloured satin pyjama set that showed off her legs perfectly. And as if that were not enough to torture me for the night, she joined me on my twin bed with her bag of chips.

“I hope that’s okay with you, then we can share snacks,” she said so innocently that I almost believed it. But I could still hear the song ringing in my ears and I noticed her eyes take a short glance down at my lips as she said it. I was almost convinced that I wasn’t imagining things.

What really sealed the deal was that I noticed her scoot a tiny bit closer to me every once in a while. At first I could only feel the warmth she radiated, but after about 30 minutes I felt the bare skin of her arm against mine. My breath quickened, which I was sure she had noticed.

I knew the episode off by heart. Which was to my advantage because then my brain could run in a speed that I could barely follow. I tried my hardest to calm down a little bit, which was hard when I could feel the movement of her body as a whole-hearted laugh filled her throat.

“Y/N,” I whispered with all my courage. It was so low that I almost thought she wouldn’t hear it, but she turned her head towards me her eyes following a few seconds after.

Her eyes met mine and it was like I could feel my neurons firing electrical signals throughout my entire body. And just like that, in one swift movement she had grabbed my face by the back of my head and pulled me into her lips.

That was the first time that night that my muscles began to relax as I eased into the sensation of her soft lips moving against mine. It was as though I was beginning to lose myself in the kiss, all insecurities about her feelings towards me or my inexperience gone.

When she ultimately pulled away and rested her forehead against mine, we were both panting gently. My whole body felt warm with the feeling of her breath on my skin and her hands still in my hair. I didn’t dare open my eyes, still afraid that I would wake up from this idyllical dream.

We both didn’t know what to say as we pulled away further and looked at each other. I wanted to say something, to let her know how I felt, but once again, my brain did not follow my commands.

“Did you know when you kiss someone for the first time it causes your dopamine levels to increase for a short period of time? It also makes your heart rate and the oxygen supply to your brain to raise,” I heard my voice say in something between a whisper and my normal talking voice.

“For the first time, huh?” she grinned a little at me.

I reached for her hand and gently took it in mine. I moved her palm over my shirt to the centre of my chest. I could feel my heart race through her hands and I know she could feel it too. She looked up into my eyes again with a look on her face that told me all I needed to know.

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This Little Town - James Potter

summery - James Potters best friend from childhood realises she loves him. requested by anon "Can you write a friends to lovers james potter fic? I loved regret and the way you want, i seriously cant get enough of your james fics"

warning - none i don't think, this hasn't been edited yet so read with caution.

word count - 5,656

Reading time - 27 mins 30 seconds

***

James Potter had been nothing short of heartbroken when he found out at eleven years old that his lifelong best friend wasn't to be joining him at Hogwarts in September but instead was going to school somewhere in France, which would have been fine had it not been miles away from where he would be. He forgot about his heartbreak however when he got to Hogwarts and met his three best friends, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew along side who he was sure was the love of his life, Lily Evans.

He got to spend time with his childhood best friend during every holiday that he didn't stay at Hogwarts. But these meetings were always short lived and therefore after awhile their friendship wasn't as strong as it had been in earlier years. The letters went from daily, to weekly, to monthly, then eventually to nearly nothing at all.

However when they met again each Christmas and summer at the old tree house that was in the forest behind their neighbouring houses it was as though they had never been apart at all.

This summer was slightly different as one of James' school friends had joined him. He was called Sirius Black and y/n being from a respectable pure blood family recognised the name immediately and was rather apprehensive of the tall brunette boy but quickly learned to like him, realising he was nothing like the other Black family members she had met.

On top of this she needed to tell James something. She was waiting until the end of summer to tell him, hoping for a moment alone with him to break the news.

This moment came when the group of three had climbed the hill across from their town and gotten to the top in less than half an hour. Sirius had decided he was going to head home earlier than the other two, claiming that he needed to pack for Hogwarts because he didn't want to leave it last minute like he did the year before.

When the two had been left alone they collapsed onto the ground, laying next to one another on the grass, staring up at the sky which was starting to grow darker. It wasn't as warm as it had been a few weeks ago as September quickly approached however it was far from cold, a light breeze dusting over them.

She made a small sound of complaint at the feeling of the harsh ground under her head and he quickly lifted his arm, she leaned her head against his shoulder and looked up at him, meeting his eye and smiling.

"It's been a good summer" Said the girl quietly, looking back up at the sky, stars starting to reveal themselves after hours of hiding.

"One of the best" James quickly agreed, playing with her fingers which were sat right beside his.

"Sirius is great. I'm really happy you have him, he seems like a great friend" She told him and he grinned at the news that she liked him. He had worried before they met that they wouldn't get on because had that been the case he'd have no idea what to do.

"I'm glad you like him, I was worried you wouldn't get on. Next summer i'll try and have the other boys over so you can meet them. You'd love them too, especially Remus. You and Remus would make great friends you are so similar" James said excitedly.

Y/n decided this would be the perfect time to tell him. If he was so excited for her to meet his friends then surely he would be happy about what she has to tell him

"About that, I have something I need to tell you" She began and he frowned, looking down at her through his eyelashes.

"Is everything okay?" He asked her, his hand slipping from hers to her upper arm

"It's better than okay" She assured him "with everything going on with that dark wizards mum and dad want me closer to home in case something happens and they need me back. They don't feel comfortable with me still going to Beauxbatons anymore" Before she could finish her sentence he sat up quickly, her following suit.

"If you're away to tell me-" He started excitedly, trailing off as she smiled at him

"I'll be joining you on Monday" she confirmed and he jumped up. pulling her up with him and spinning her around.

"You're coming to Hogwarts!" he yelled and she laughed at his excitement "this is the best news ever" He started running down the hill towards Sirius, who was just a little dot at the bottom walking in the opposite direction.

"Padfoot wait up, you'll never believe it" She heard him yell after the boy who finally stopped walking and turned towards him. Y/n sat back down, looking over the small village in Devon and pulled her knees to her chest. For the first time since she has began school she was actually excited for summer to end.

***

James had been right about her forming a friendship with Remus. They were very very similar people and had hit it off as soon as she had entered the compartment on the train alongside James and Sirius and once again when she sat down at the Gryffindor table after the sorting. When she was sorted into Gryffindor James has cheered the loudest, followed closely by Sirius.

However something that James hadn’t accounted for was the friendships she would make with her roommates, who happened to be Lily, Marlene and Alice. Y/n knew who Lily was and when she found out they were to be roommates she had worried that the red head would hate her due to her friendship with James. However that didn’t happen, the two girls got on very well and became quick friends.

One Friday afternoon, y/n found herself walking along the corridor with Lily, making their way back to the common room after their final class of the week ended. She had been at Hogwarts for 3 months and had had more fun than she did in 5 years in France.

“How long have you and James been friends” Lily asked her curiously as they passed a group of Hufflepuffs who smiled at them.

Smiling back she told her that they had been friends since they were born pretty much and had been inseparable until they turned 11 and went to different school.

“He really likes you, you know” Y/n told the ginger girl beside her to which all she received was a scoff. “I’m serious Lils, he talked about you all the time before i came here. In fact he still does”

“He doesn’t really he just thinks he does” Lily responded. 

“You and I are very similar. I think he came here and missed you so he deflected his feelings onto someone who reminded him of you. That person just so happened to be me” Lily grinned to which Y/n’s eyes widened, she couldn’t believe Lily really thought something so far fetched. Y/n went to reply when she hard footsteps quickly approaching them from behind and an arm was wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into someones side

“Look who it is, my favourite girls” James said, looking down at his best friend who he was much taller than, having had a massive growth spurt only last year, and squeezing her shoulder. Remus appeared at the other side of Lily and the pair shared a look as they observed the two in front of them. Y/n caught this interaction after she smiled back at James and it occurred to her then that Lily wasn't the only one who thought James felt something more for her. 

She felt a funny feeling in her tummy at both the feeling of him close to her and knowing what some of their friends thought. She had never felt anything like that before. 

***

Y/n and James had both gone home during the Christmas holidays, this time without Sirius. He had decided to stay at school to keep Marlene company as she was to be staying. When they got home they never seen each other for a few days, having been busy visiting other family members and just doing holiday things. When they did next see each other it was relatively late on Christmas eve and James had climbed into her bedroom window.

“James why can't you just use the door” She laughed as he tumbled in, falling onto her bed. She was sat at her desk, writing out her last few Christmas cards before she would send them, along side the presents she had bought, with her owl to her old bauxbatons friend.

“I need your opinion on something” He told her, ignoring her question. She hummed in acknowledgement, encouraging him to carry on. 

“Well you’re a girl” He began apprehensively

“I’m glad you’ve noticed” She said back in a slightly impatient manner, turning to look at the boy sat on her bed with raised eyebrows only now noticing the two bottles in his hand.

“Which do you recon Lily would like best” She felt a sharp pain in her chest when she heard the question and cringed at herself for feeling at all jealous. 

“How would I know, me and lily aren’t the same person you know” she answered, reaching out and taking the bottles that he handed her.

“You’d might as well be” he answered, watching her as she smelled the first bottle. She took notice of the fact that he did acknowledge that his best friend of 16 years was remarkably similar to that of who he claimed was the love of his life. She doubted James had ever had any feelings for her like lily said, however she found a part of herself wishing he did. For she had realised when Lily had told her what she thought about James’ feelings that she was actually the one who had the hidden crush. 

She assumed that it had started because he had become part of her everyday life again, and having him around her so much had just sparked something she hadn’t experienced with him during their short periods of time together during holidays where the end of their time was always in the near future.

She realised she had zoned out when the boy sat on her bed cleared his throat and when she finally looked at him he had furrowed his eyebrows and was looking at her in concern.

“What’s wrong” He asked her

“Nothing, just tired” He seemed to accept the answer with little hesitation and nodded back to the two bottles in her hands that she had now smelt. She cleared her throat awkwardly and handed them both back to him

“I’d say the second one, she already has one very similar to the first and she rarely uses it” She told him, turning back to the small stack of Christmas cards on her desk and beginning to put them into their envelopes.

She could feel James’ stare bore into her back and she straightened up in her chair slightly, feeling awkward.

She considered for a moment telling James that she had accepted a date to hogsmade on the first weekend back but decided not to, having a bad feeling that he wouldn’t take the news well. Knowing he would find out eventually she decided to handle the situation in another way.

"I've been thinking, now that I'm friends with lily I could try and talk to her about going on a date with you" Giving her owl the last package and giving it a small treat she opening the window to let the bird out and opted to watching it fly away rather than looking back to James.

"You're kidding" He exclaimed. She forced herself to laugh at his excitement, pretending it never hurt at all. She was the one to propose the idea.

"Not one bit, She is coming over for a movie night tomorrow and I'll talk to her about it then. I can be very persuasive when I want to be"

"If I ever take you for granted again y/n just remind me of this moment" He told her, jumping up from her bed and giving her a quick hug before he climbed back through her window and into her back garden.

"Merry Christmas James" She yelled after him, when she checked her watch and realised it was 12:03.

"Merry Christmas Y/n" He yelled back before disappearing behind the trees that separated their gardens.

***

The holidays had come and gone and the snow that blanketed the grounds of Hogwarts started to melt, indicating the beginning of spring and the approach of the first hogmades weekend of the year. Lily had agreed to go out with James after lots of explaining and begging. James of course had been ecstatic about the news and didn't seem to care about what it had taken or why his best friend had done so much to make it happen, too busy in his bubble of happiness to care.

"I still think you should tell him y/n" Lily mumbled as they walked towards their table at the back of the library. All of the girls knew about her date and has done nothing but attempt to persuade her to tell James for over a week now.

"You know what he's like Lils, he's why too protective to be happy about it. or even mutual for that matter" She responded for what felt like the hundredth time.

"And you still haven't stopped to think about why he's so protective" lily questioned with a smirk.

"Oh don't start. He views me as a sister, it's not that serious. its just how we are"

"Just how you are my arse. He loves you and deep down you know it. I don't get why you can't just accept it and go on a date with him yourself instead of forcing me to do so" The red head complained, finally reaching their seats and taking out their work.

"It's just not like that, honestly" She couldn't think of anything worse than admitting her feelings so anyone out loud.

The more she thought about telling Lily or Remus the more she realised it was simply a terrible idea. Remus would undoubtedly tell James which would swiftly end their friendship and she couldn't help but think that deep down Lily did have feelings for James, and that the news of her friends feelings would cause a drift in their friendship.

"Whatever you say" Lily replied with a laugh "Anyway what are you wearing for your date with Abbot"

***

It took little effort to sneak out of the castle without James or any of his friends seeing her and her date Henry Abbot. Henry was a Hufflepuff that she shared a few classes with, when he had asked her out she has been ecstatic and agreed instantly. But now most of that excitement was gone and the feeling of stress and guilt about going behind her friends back took over.

By the time they had made it to Hogwarts the pair had already discussed most of what they had in common, which was very little, but they carried on as thought it hadn't started to grow awkward and he acted like he hadn't noticed her looking over her shoulder constantly.

"Why don't we head to the three broomsticks, hopefully it will be a bit warmer than it is out here" He smiled down at her and y/n nodded with a polite smile.

"That sounds great" As they made their way to the crooked stone building at the corner of town they fell into a somewhat comfortable silence and she let herself look around more, raising her eyebrows in surprise when he slipped her hand into his.

Just to her luck it was at this moment that she spotted James, who it seemed had seen her long along. Lily was stood beside him trying to act was though she was enjoying herself and James looked as though he had seen red. She could see now that her plan to distract James to the point of not caring that she had a date would not work and she also realised that her date with Henry was not in any way going to diminish her feelings for James.

"You fancy him" Came a voice from beside her that caught her of guard though she quickly realised it was Henry who had a rather amused look on his face

"I don't know what you're talking about" She mumbled as she pulled her eyes away from James and pulled her date towards the three broomsticks.

"Potter, you fancy him" He repeated with a laugh. "It's fine, I'm not offended"

"I do not fancy James" She told him firmly.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, it happens to most girls at this school at some point or another. they either fall for Potter or Black" He told her grinning and she just rolled her eyes and laughed.

"He's my best friend, and lily is a good friend of mine also" She responded "As soon as she realises his feelings for her they will be happy together"

"My friends don't think he actually likes her you know" He told her as they entered the three broomsticks at last, the feeling of his James trailing after her finally lifting. "What would you like"

"A butter beer please" She answered with a small smile and he nodded, telling her to go find a table and he'd be right over

She left his side and looked around her, finding a table in the back under a window. Making her way over to it she slipped onto one of the rather uncomfortable seats and waited for Henry to return.

"What are you doing" She heard the familiar voice of James asking as he sat down on the seat in front of her without waiting for an invitation.

"I should be asking you that question" She answered sarcastically, look up at him with narrowed eyes before look back to the bar to see what was taking Henry so long, only to find he was being somewhat harassed by Sirius.

"Well you're obviously on a date, I was more asking why you never told me" He bit back, pulling her attention back to him.

"What do you want James, you're not my father. And where's Lily" She said calmly, thought feeling anything but. All she had wanted was to be left alone for an afternoon and get to know someone knew, but apparently that was too much to ask when it came to James.

"I want you to tell your date that it didn't work out and that you'd best be going" He told her to which she laughed "And Lily is waiting outside"

"Why would I do that, it is working out and I don't want to leave. You have a date with the girl of your dreams and you're leaving her outside on her own to pester me about something that is none of your business" She told, having lost her patience and growing tired of his behaviour.

"The dates just not what I expected is all" He responded with an agitated expression.

"Well that's not my fault, Maybe now you can move on and find someone who actually wants you" Y/n snapped, not thinking about her words or how they could hurt him.

At long last Henry had managed to get away from Sirius and stood in front of the table with raised eyebrows, two butter beers in his hand.

"Everything alright mate" He asked James who looked up at him with a face of disgust. Sirius quickly appeared behind Henry and shot Y/n an apologetic look.

"Maybe we should leave Prongs. Lily is probably getting bored out there" Sirius told James to which he got an eye roll in response.

"I don't care mate" For some reason James' response had Y/n more angry at the boy than she had ever been before.

"Why do you always do this James, why can't you let me be happy" She mumbled, standing up and grabbing Henrys hand. "Talk to me when you decide you are going to act your age and stop being such an arsehole" At that she left the pub with Henrys hand firmly held in her. On their way out they seen Lily sat on the wall across from the pub and she gave a sorry smile when she spotted the pair

"I'm sorry Y/n, I tried to stop him" She said quickly and Y/n just shook her head

"It's not your fault Lily, I'll see you back at the castle" She smiled as she made her way to the exit of Hogsmade.

"It seems my friends where right about his feelings then" Henry joked as they made their way back in silence to the castle

"Maybe they were" She agreed with a small laugh "I'm sorry it went so badly at the end, I've had a good day"

"It's been good, though I do think we are better of as friends. You are clearly very involve with Mr Jealousy and if i'm not wrong he's most definitely in love with you" Henry said with a chuckle, causing Y/ns head to drop in guilt.

"Ok you're right but he doesn't love me back, he's to busy loving Lily" She mumbled and he shook his head quickly

"He left her outside a pub in the Scottish highlands march weather to come and persuade you not to date me, a boy he doesn't even know so doesn't have any grudge against. You can't really think he actually loves her. And she certainly doesn't love him"

***

James hadn't talked to Y/n since the incident at the three broom sticks and she certainly didn't opposed the silence she got from him. She was annoyed at him for trying to ruin what could have been a successful date and for treating lily the way he did even though the red head had assured her many times that she didn't care and had only agreed to the date for her sake anyway, not because she fancied him.

James on the other hand had no idea why he was as annoyed at he was and neither did hid friends. He hadn't the right to be annoyed at her for going on a date with another boy because they were just friends. It didn't take his friends long to catch on to what the issue actually was and that he did in fact fancy her. Him no longer pursuing Lily was just the cherry on top that confirmed their assumptions.

"Maybe you should talk to him" Lily urged as they sat at a table in the common room with Marlene and Alice, a pile of books and parchment sat in front of them each as exams came closer and the work load got heavier

"No" Y/n mumbled as she scribbled down the last few sentences of one of her paragraphs in her potions essay which was due the next day.

"Come on, it's been over a month. I get you're both mad at one another, god knows what he's so mad over, but regardless it's time you talked about it" Marlene said, grabbing the scroll from her hand. Earning an eye roll and a glare.

"I agree with them y/n, it's gone on way too long. It's getting weird to be honest"

"If he wants to talk he can find me, he's the one hiding from me not the other way around" As if on cue the portrait swung open and in walked the marauders.

At the sight of the girls sat at the table Remus and Sirius made a B line towards them, being trailed awkwardly by James and Peter, an out of place position for the confident James Potter.

"What you up to ladies" Sirius asked as he perched himself on the arm of the sofa that was sat in front of the desk they were occupying.

"Studying Sirius, and if you had any sense you would be too. Exams are in almost a month" Y/n responded, grabbing her quill back from lily and carrying on with her essay, not looking at James once.

"Woah, what's with the hostile tone" He joked "Maybe we will join you" He carried on, a loud groan coming from the 4 girls.

"So much enthusiasm" He laughed but was cut off by James.

"I'm going to head to bed actually, very tired" He said and Y/n finally let herself look at him, finding him to already have his eyes firmly trained on her.

"Alright mate, we'll see you later" Remus responded after a few seconds of silent and James finally looked away, turning away from them and disappearing up the stairs.

"Will you please talk to him. He's way to stubborn to talk to you first but he knows he's in the wrong, trust me he talks about it and you every second of everyday" Remus begged and Y/n just scoffed and continued on yet again with her essay, at this rate she'd never finish it she thought.

"Y/n please, he's been a real mess. He's gotten so moody I'm struggling to live with him honestly" Sirius added

"Always the drama queen Sirius, always a drama queen" Lily joked "Anyway we've been telling her to talk to him for weeks, she just won't listen"

"What's the worst that could happen" Peter added for the first time.

She thought about it for a second and realised there really wasn't anything to loose. They would become friends again at some point because they always did find their way back to one another so what was really the point in ignoring him. If Sirius was being true and he did know he was wrong what good was she doing dragging it out?

"Fine" She finally agreed drawing a gasp from lily.

"Really, gosh I didn't think that would work" Marlene expressed her surprise.

"I can't promise we make up, If he doesn't stop being an arse he's getting the silent treatment for another month at least, and I mean it" Making her way up the boys stairs, ignoring the laughter that erupted at the table from her parting statement she tried to walk as slowly as she could, cursing Hogwarts for giving them a dorm so close to the entry.

She stood outside their dorm room and contemplated what she was going to say, but gave up after a few minuets realising that no matter how much she planned she never ended up saying what she had planned to say.

She knocked once before slowly opening the door, stepping in and closing it behind her. She quickly spied James who was lay face forward on his bed, his back facing her. She waited a second before saying anything and even considered leaving though knew he already knew someone had entered the room.

"James, I think we need to talk" At the sound if her voice his head had shot up and he had scuffled into a sitting position, staring at her as though she had returned from the dead.

"Ye" Was all he managed as she made her way over and sat down beside him on his bed.

“I don't want us to be fallen out anymore. You're my best friend and I don't like things as much without you. Not to mention I really don't like seeing you in the way I do right now" She rambled and he grinned half-heartedly down at her.

"Well its sorted then, we're fine" He confirmed and she was about to agree when she decided she would push the cause of the argument a little more to find out what he was thinking.

"Why didn't you like the date with Lily, James?" She asked quietly, knowing it was possibly a sensitive subject.

"It just wasn't what I expected was all" He told her simply and she nodded slightly.

"What did you expect then" She asked, leaning back against the bed frame, watching him as he fiddled with his hands.

"I dunno, I just expected it to be different" He said bluntly "I guess I expected it to be with her like it is with you, but it wasn't" he admitted guiltily, she mumbled a quiet 'oh' in response and looked away from him quickly.

Though she too had grown suspicious of his behaviour towards her she hadn't expected him to ever admit anything out loud, especially not to her.

"Were you jealous of Henry" James had scoffed quite quickly when he heard his name and Y/n simply rolled her eyes at his response "Don't be a dick about it James, he's a nice boy"

"He's an arsehole is what he is" he snarked back.

"Says the boy who interrupted my date and publicly argued with me over something that was none of his business" She responded quickly, his sigh was proof enough to her that he did know that he was wrong.

"I'm sorry" He told her softly.

"Ye I know"

"I love you" She smiled at him and leaned into his arms gently, hugging him.

"I know" she repeated.

"No I mean I love you, like how I thought I loved Lily" He mumbled against her shoulder. He felt her stiffen slightly against him and sighed at the response, taking the dragging silence as a rejection. she pulled away eventually placing her hands on either side of his jaw.

"You mean it" She whispered and he nodded.

A smile broke out on her face as she wasted no time in leaning in and finally pushing her lips against his after what felt like years of waiting. He quickly responded by moving his hand up to her face, hers falling down to his shoulder. He didn't mean to do it but before he could control himself he started laughing. She pulled away from him, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Really James" She asked, his laughter growing louder.

"How on earth did it take us this long to realise" He asked her after calming down.

"Speak for yourself I realised after my first month at this school, Lily and Remus pointed it out about you first but I didn't believe them" He raised his eyebrows at this

"They what" He asked.

"They said that you actually love me and and that you projected your feelings for me onto Lily in first year because you couldn't have me anymore" She told him and he laughed loudly once again.

"You know what, I think they might actually have been onto something" He mumbled before leaning in once again and kissing her.

***

5 Years Later

Y/n had always known that weddings were stressful. Being a Bridesmaid at Lilys wedding only further showed her this fact. After graduating Hogwarts there had been a war that seemed for awhile never ending. But it had ended and with it brought many weddings. James assumed that the burst in weddings was people trying to distract themselves from the horrors they faced in the aftermath of the war but Y/n believed it to be a lot more romantic than that.

She believed that so many were marrying because they knew that the only thing that beats hatred is love, and after surviving a time filled with so much hate what better way to celebrate than to do so with love. It made perfect sense to her because it had been the reason she had said yes to James when he had asked the question only two months ago.

The wedding had started to die down slightly, and after wishing farewells too a few of her high school acquaintances, including Henry Abbot who attended with his pregnant girlfriend and their two year old son.

It was here that she realises she hadn't seen James in awhile and she decided she would look for him. the wedding had been held in James and Y/ns town, Lilys now husband having been a friend of theirs who they had introduced to Lily in the summer after 6th year.

As she exited the large tent in the middle of the field she spied the silhouette of her fiancé up on the hill that looked over the village, the hill that she had told him she was be coming to Hogwarts atop of all those years ago. She started to make her way up the hill towards him and when he finally spotted her he smiled down waiting patiently for her to reach him.

"What are you doing up here love" She asked him as she made her way over to sit beside him on the grass, looking out ahead of them at their childhood homes in the distance, the houses that neither family occupied any longer.

"Just needed some air" he told her gently, reaching out and wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me Y/n L/n, and it all started in this little town" he said and she tilted her chin to look up at him, smiling brightly at the glimmer in his eye.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me as well James Potter" she returned and he just chuckled, leaning down and kissing her forehead.

"We should get married here too. The forest behind our old house has that clearing in the middle, It's big enough and would work I think" he expressed and she raised to her knees and connected her lips to his, earning a quiet groan from him

"It sounds perfect James, absolutely perfect" she whispered into his mouth, his hand gripping at her waist as he admired her and the life he had managed to make with her.

#james potter x reader #james potter #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #remus lupin #lily evens #harry potter marauders #harry potter headcanon #marauders era #sirius black #young remus lupin #young sirius imagine #aaron taylor johnson #ben barnes #andrew garfield #friends to lovers #jk rowling #harry potter universe #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #wizarding world #love #turning page #love songs #james potter imagine #marauders headcanon #marauders fluff #james potter x you #young james potter #marauders au

[seonghwanotes]

drunk words, sober thoughts | choi jongho

pairing: jongho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k

a/n: we love me some drunk interactions

Three loud knocks on your door along with the doorbell being rung frantically were enough to get your friend rushing to the door, opening it up to be met with your friend who was struggling to support your weight as she tried to avoid you from falling over.

Jongho didn't hesitate and quickly took you into his arms, his arm slung around your waist as you threw your own around his neck. He raised his eyebrows at the sight and waited for your friend to explain herself. "Well?"

"You were in her emergency contact list… my boyfriend's staying over at mine so there's no place for her to stay at. I hope you don't mind." She explained, making Jongho sigh while you were drifting off to dreamland in his arms.

"Why didn't you send her back to her place? Her roommate isn’t around?”

"She didn’t answer my call. Plus, she kept saying your name all night, I didn't know if you guys talked or what but I had to bring her out before she slaps another guy thinking it was you and yells at their face for.. looking good." You heard your friend say and you giggle, lifting your head to meet the dissatisfied gaze of your crush.

"You're… you have a really good face." You blurted, causing him to look away and sigh. He thanked your friend and closed the door behind him before he put you on his couch.

Your mind was hazy but you were still aware of your surroundings. It had been a while since you went over to Jongho's yet it still felt the same. Nothing has changed and you let out a giggle over the thought.

Jongho walked over to you from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hands. He sat beside you and passed you the glass which you took but you didn't drink. Your eyes were slowly giving up on you but you resisted the sleep that was creeping up on you.

"Why did you drink so much, Y/N?" He asked in a soft voice, eyes fixated on your wimpy figure. While he waited for your answer, he took off your heels which made your feet feel more relaxed and it hurt less.

You shook your head, "I didn't drink a lot. I just had… 5 shots? I don't know," You giggled, drinking the water which you unintentionally spilled on your dress. The cold liquid left a visible stain on your chest area and you sighed at the sight.

Jongho grabbed the glass from your hand and set it on the coffee table. "Y/N… you can't handle more than 1 shot of vodka, why did you go more than that?" He cooed, his hand caressing your head.

"I don't know." You quickly answered, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. "Jongho, can I get changed? This dress feels icky."

He eyed you up and down, gulping when he noticed your attire which was extremely revealing and he raised his voice slightly at you, "When did you even buy this dress?"

You shook your head, "I didn't buy this. That girl lent it to me. I forgot her name but she said this would look good. Does it look good? I can't see but it feels so tight."

At this rate, Jongho knew you were mumbling words for the fact you even forgot your friend's name so he got up, mumbling a few words that you couldn't hear before he helped you get up. You grabbed his hand and followed him to his room as you fell on his soft mattress, your hand naturally reaching for his pillow to hug on.

"Y/N, get up. You need to get changed." Jongho spoke out, his words not being processed in your mind.

"Can't you help me change? I can’t reach the zipper either.” You mumbled, sighing right after as you got up but soon losing your balance as you tripped on Jongho. He quickly caught you, “Y/N… you’re not gonna like this tomorrow.” He muttered, annoyance tracing his words as innocence laced your laughter that came right after.

He couldn’t stay mad at you for too long as well, so he ignored whatever that happened before and helped you out. He took off your dress and helped you to change into his t-shirt, which rested at your thighs making it look like a shirt dress. Taking off the spare hair tie on your wrist, he tied back your hair and brought you to the bathroom.

“Sit on the toilet, don’t fall asleep or I’m gonna leave you here.” He told in a stern voice, which made you nod. Despite his instructions, you couldn’t handle the fatigue creeping up on you. You rubbed your eyes and yawned, “Jongho? Are you there?”

“Wait a second! Don’t move!” He replied, making you nod. He came back with a bag that you couldn’t make out what it was and he knelt next to you. “I don’t know how to do this but I’m just gonna help you out, okay?”

“What are you gonna do?” You mumbled, another yawn leaving your lips.

“Take your makeup off,” He stated, “Also brush your teeth cause you reek of vodka.”

You giggled and let him do the work while you were seated quietly. The wet cotton pad came in contact with your face which made you flinch, causing Jongho to giggle but he quickly hid the sound.

He was quick to clear up your makeup since you didn’t have a heavy one on, so he got up and reached for a new toothbrush to brush your teeth. Out of nowhere, memories of the night suddenly flooded your head and you felt tears threatening to escape your eyes. Sobs left your lips and it caught Jongho’s attention, causing him to scurry over to you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, looking at you while you tried to keep your focus on his face but you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.

“I like him so much, I wish he knew." You cried, holding his shoulder for balance as you leaned back on the bathroom wall, resting your head there.

“You have to be kidding me.” He muttered under his breath. "I told you he's not good news."

“Why is he not? All he ever does is to worry about me. See, we even fought the other day about Juyeon." You sat straight, explaining yourself to the boy that you couldn't see clearly.

"What? Juyeon?" Jongho asked in surprise, now the boy thinks you have another crush. "Don't you like Juyeon though? Or is there a new guy now that you haven't told me about?"

"What new guy? It's Jongho, it's always been him." You sighed, words left your mouth carelessly whereas Jongho was only taking note of everything so that he could either confront you about it in the morning or keep it a secret until you confessed, with a sober mind, of course.

"Always been him, huh?"

"Yeah, well, I know he hates Juyeon. But he never said it to my face because he knows I would get sad over it, which makes him a really good friend, don't you think?"

Jongho's eyes were fixed on you ranting about him that he didn't bother responding back because you continued talking about him for the next 30 minutes with a mixture of giggles and gasps as you couldn't comprehend how handsome Jongho was but you were too shy to tell him that.

Shaking his head, he eventually pushed the toothbrush inside of your mouth and helped you brush your teeth. It took him a few minutes to make you spit out and wash your mouth as you mistook the minty substance as melted ice cream. You waddled over to his bed and plopped on the soft mattress, a soft hum leaving your lips.

"Wait, I want to tell you more about Jongho, you can never tell him about this though." You mumbled, causing Jongho to chuckle as he tucked you in bed.

"That's alright, we can talk when you're awake tomorrow morning, I'll see if you'll repeat your sober thoughts. Have a good sleep, doll." He addressed you with a nickname which your mind didn't register before you were sent to dreamland.

———

Other than the exposed natural light slapping your skin at seven in the morning, the sharp pain in your head was another bother to you as you winced loudly. You got up and sat straight on the bed, trying to think of what caused your headache until you realised you were not in your bed.

Your eyes widened at the familiar sight of the room and you tried to look around for anyone with you but you were only accompanied by the sunlight peeking through the sheer curtains.

You looked down at yourself to realise you were only clad in an oversized shirt that you knew all too well and simultaneously, you cursed. "Shit."

Memories of the previous night flooded your mind and you couldn't believe yourself for getting yourself in a situation you promised you would never put yourself in. Getting out of bed, you shuffled to the door slowly, looking around to see if anyone was waiting for you but you were met with silence.

Your mind was still hazy from the whole situation and you couldn't help but fall back onto the bed, massaging your temples slightly as the sharp pain started to knock on your head. You heard a door open and you looked up to see Jongho, with a towel wrapped around his waist, torso exposed to you.

"Oh fuck," He cursed, making you turn around quickly where your brain was now replaying the sight of his bare chest. "Sorry, I didn't know you were awake."

"It's okay." You managed to mumble out. The scene replayed all over again in your head, you saw your best friend shirtless for the first time and it didn't make your anxious self calm down any quicker. The tension in the air was so strong that you could cut it with a knife so you let out a dry cough and got up, scurrying over to the other side of the bed since Jongho was just standing at his place quietly.

No one was going to move if neither of you spoke so you asked him the first and the dumbest question you could ever think of. "Did we… last night?"

His eyes grew wide and he furrowed his brows, "Whoa, Y/N, no. Chill, I just changed your clothes and cleaned you up before bed. I slept in the guest room."

"Oh." Red flushed your cheeks from embarrassment and you rubbed your neck slightly before looking around the room for what felt like the millionth time. "What am I doing here, by the way?"

A small scoff left his mouth which took you by surprise, "Sabrina dropped you off, you got drunk last night and she couldn't bring you back home."

You raised a brow at him before muttering to yourself, "Why not send me back home though?"

"What can she do if your definition of home is my place?" He sarcastically replied, walking over to his wardrobe as he went through his shirts. His answer made you stop breathing for a second, making you wonder what could have possibly happened last night considering you couldn't remember anything after you drank the wrong glass of alcohol.

Hearing no reply from you, Jongho turned around to see you spacing out while you tried to figure an answer out before your growing headache could have killed you off. "I'll make us breakfast, maybe you could shower first. You know where the clothes are at." He said, taking out a shirt on a hanger before he walked out of the room.

Did he forget about your argument and forgive you? Was he going to bring it up during breakfast later? You had zero idea but you wanted to get out of his house as soon as possible and meet Sabrina.

———

You spent a good hour in the shower where you washed your hair with his shampoo that he never bothered sharing with you whenever you slept over at his and you also did your makeup with the products that you left at his place, which you were surprised that he kept.

After you threw on a basic tee along with your shorts, you went to the kitchen where you were met with Jongho using his phone as he waited for you. The strong scent caused him to look up and he let out a sigh when he saw your wet hair, "I told you to not use my shampoo!"

"I don't see your name written on it and I needed a wash." You casually explained before taking a seat across him.

He pushed a small bowl of soup towards you, "Drink up, it's hangover soup."

You didn't need the soup anymore but you didn't want to hurt his feelings more so you drank the soup quietly as he watched you, thinking of what to say.

Once in a while, you kept looking up at him and his eyes never left yours which made you set your spoon down and question him, "Do you have something to ask?"

"No."

"Then, why do you keep looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

"Do you like me, Y/N?"

"What?" Your question came out a little louder than supposed that it took Jongho by surprise and he snickered at your reaction.

"You didn't have to react like Cheon Seojin, I just asked you if you have a crush on me." He told again, with a relaxed demeanor.

You were in disbelief, what was he talking about? Did Sabrina tell him anything? Did you spill anything to him? What if you said yes? Would he tease you because he doesn't like you back? What if you said no? Would you lose a chance with him? Plenty of responses raced in your mind and you had no clue on which to say.

He sighed, "So how's Juyeon?"

You furrowed your brows, "You never ask about him. What's the matter? Did he talk to you?"

"No, I'm just curious. Your soup is getting colder." He reminded you, making you drink your soup again.

"He's alright I guess? Ever since we broke up, he's been great. He got assurance when he found out that we fought so he got together with another girl right away. It makes him happy to see me in despair." You told him everything like you always would have gone if you guys were okay. Jongho was never wrong about the people you chose to hang out with, sometimes the fact that you were in denial because you didn't want to lose to your best friend whom you loved a little too much made you attempt daring things which only brought you back to square one.

"Oh, he's the same basically." He confirmed, nodding his head as you scoffed at his answer. Classic Choi Jongho, hates Juyeon but has never made it clear.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked, making your anxiety level rise again. You finished up your soup, pushing the bowl away from you in a soft motion and looked at him.

"I thought you said we did nothing."

"I cleaned you up and changed your clothes, a lot could have happened."

You gasped, "You saw me naked?"

"Goddamn, Y/N, get a grip. You wore a dress that literally showed so much of skin and me seeing you naked is your concern right now?" Jongho questioned you back, making your mind think about the dress you wore last night. He wasn't wrong, you wore something that was practically protecting your assets and revealing the rest.

"Well then, I don't remember anything. But thank you for the stay and the soup. I'll get going now." You told him, grabbing the bowl and got up. Before you could go to the sink, he grabbed your wrist, making you look at him.

"So you don't remember confessing?"

Your heart dropped. There's no way you could have told him, not when you were drunk and at your lowest. You must have been crazy to have done that. How could you have been crying over him the entire night only to tell him that you were so in love with him?

Your deafening silence was a clear answer to him which brought a smile to his face as he stood up and blocked your way. "You do like me."

"I don't." You were quick to deny but your eyes lied, which he knew very well.

He didn't hesitate making moves with you as he grabbed your chin softly and brought his face closer to yours. "You know that I would have treated you better than Juyeon, so why would you still deny?"

Your breath hitched in your throat as you listened to his words, you couldn't come up with a response cause you knew that he finally figured out what you were trying to do and there was no way out of it.

"You're so quiet when I'm speaking the truth. It would be great if you'd listen all the time, am I right?" He chuckled at your face, causing you to laugh nervously. He let go of your chin as your stiff body relaxed for a second up until he held your hands again and your hold on the bowl tightened.

"I like you too, Y/N. It took me a while but I'm sick of seeing you go back to that jerk who only uses you for what he wants and he doesn't even know your worth. So, if you don't mind, we could go on a date and think about what we could do next." Jongho confessed casually, causing you to drop the bowl, which fell on his foot and to your relief, the bowl was not made out of ceramic so it was still intact.

However, Jongho was wincing in pain.

You gasped at the incident and crouched to hold his feet, "Oh my God, wait, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to drop the bowl. Wait, does it hurt? But you're strong. Okay, maybe not. Foot injuries hurt like hell. Let's just stay at home, I'll put ice on your feet."

You stood up and helped Jongho go to the living room before he plopped on the couch. "I guess a stay at home date isn't so bad. My girlfriend puts ice on my feet. It could be a new thing." He joked, making you slap his feet hard which made him wince harder.

"I'm not your girlfriend yet! Keep dreaming, loser." You told him, rolling your eyes before you went back to the kitchen and cleared the small mess before you got an ice pack out.

"Yet, well, it could change in an hour or so. Would we kiss? Would I break your neck as we make out? Would more things in this house break? You'll never know!" He yelled out, making you scoff.

"Yeah, right. You're just gonna tease me till the end for that drunk confession. I never wanted to sate your ugly ass anyway," You muttered, sitting next to him and pressing ice on the forming bruise.

"I recorded you calling me a cute, squishy, boba ball last night. Oh, wait, let me play that." He said, taking out his phone which made you press the ice pack harder on his feet, causing him to yell.

"Yeah, I always wanted to date you, who was I joking with?" You answered back, making faces at him as he laughed at you.

"Well, at least I can finally say that's my girl instead of that's my best friend." He told with pride which made you fake cringe but on the inside, you were cheering yourself on with pompoms. Drunk words, sober thoughts are not so bad at times.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez angst #ateez fluff #kpop #kpop imagines #seonghwanotes #ateez jongho #jongho x reader #ateez x reader #jongho scenarios #jongho au #jongho fluff #jongho #choi jongho #drunk words #sober thoughts

[tangledstarlight]

...i said i was going to make it and well, here we are i guess. im so sorry for this.

Carlos Molina’s to Guide to Ghost Hood (title subject to change) 

welcome to the 1st edition, maybe i’ll make a 2nd if i get inspired enough but also, this is such a mess already i don’t think the world needs a part 2 dfghg

Link to the power point is in the first reblog. (i’d highly recommend watching it for the full experience dfgh)

Link to ao3 also in the first reblog. 

below the cut is the accompanying fic and description of the rules/guide.

The tape recorder lets out a low buzzing sound as Carlos presses a button on the side and stands it up between them on the dining room table. Julie shoots an amused glance at Reggie who’s taken up residence in the chair next to him, the two of them flipping open notebooks and clutching pencils. 

“Where did you even find a tape recorder?” She wonders, stretching out a finger to touch the silver rectangle only for her hand to be swatted away by Reggie.

“Found it in a box of moms stuff and dad said we could order some tapes from amazon,” Carlos replies matter of factly, straightening up in his chair once he seems to have found the page he was looking for. “Right. Let's start off easy, shall we?” 

He looks at her expectantly and Julie rolls her eyes, waving a hand at the two of them, “Lets.” 

“Question one,” Carlos taps his pencil at the top of his page before squinting at her, “Did you conduct any séance related activities before the ghosts showed up?” 

Julie blinks at him, wondering if he’s joking but the pair of them just look back at her, heads both slightly tilted and it’s at that moment that she realises how serious they’re going to be about this. It was going to be a long afternoon of questioning apparently. 

“No, I didn’t conduct any séance related activities. I just put on their CD and they y’know, fell out of the sky.” 

“Interesting, interesting,” Carlos mutters as he looks at Reggie’s notebook as the older boy writes her answer down, underlines something and taps it with his pencil that makes Carlos let out a small hm. “So you don’t know anything about the dark room? Didn’t make any wishes?” 

“No,” Julie shakes her head, watches Reggie write something else down and tilt his notebook to Carlos. It’s weird, watching them communicate like that, like they’ve created a shorthand between them and don’t even require her presence to have a conversation. Which is obviously true because they’ve clearly discussed all this beforehand. 

“You walked through Luke right? What did that feel like to you?” Reggie’s question catches her off guard and she looks between them, but Carlos is already looking at her, waiting for her answer. 

“It was um cold? But also not. I--” she frowns, trying to think back to that first night in the kitchen when she’d turned around and walked through him. Back when she’s barely known any of them and was more annoyed by their presence then comforted. “It was weird. The first few seconds after I walked through him I just felt cold but then it was like a rush of warmth? You know when you get one of those random shivers that runs through your whole body? It feels all weird and tingly but also kinda nice? Like that.” 

“Did it feel like you got a feel of Luke?” Carlos asks and Julie shrugs, a slight blush on her cheeks and somehow, despite the fact they can’t see each other, the two of them share a look. 

“What’s the next question,” anything to move off the topic of walking through Luke and how it felt. 

//

“Oh Julie is gonna be so pissed at you guys,” Alex mutters but makes no move to step in and stop the ‘experiment’ currently going on. He watches as Reggie tries to put a hand on Carlos’ shoulder, fingers phasing through the younger boy's jacket with a frown. 

“She won't be pissed if it works,” is all Reggie says, face morphing into one of concentration as he slowly lowers his hand on to Carlos’ shoulder again. 

For his part, Carlos bounces slightly on his toes, eyes fixed on the notebook in Alex’s hand in case they need to tell him something. And okay, Alex might not fully agree with the way the two of them are going about this whole thing, but he can’t say he’s not on board with it. Their whole stint as ghosts has been nothing but confusion after confusion that not even Willie has answers for. Does he think Reggie and Carlos are going to uncover some fundamental thing that makes them the way they are? Probably not. Will they maybe get him some kind of answer? God he hopes so. 

Especially since there’s been small moments in the last few weeks where Ray and Carlos have been able to hear them even without them playing music or Julie nearby. Which had scared all of them. Thought it was nothing compared to Ray’s reaction when he’d apparently walked into the kitchen to find Julie and Luke hugging, only for him to vanish when they suddenly let go. It was a hell of a way to find out they could be seen if they were touching her. 

“Oh!” Carlos suddenly exclaims, head whipping to look at his shoulder where Reggie’s hand is resting solidly on the fabric of the jacket. Alex feels his eyes widen a fraction and watches Reggie’s smile widen as he squeezes slightly on Carlos’ shoulder. “Oh my god! I can feel that!” 

“Holy shit,” Alex whispers, grip on the pencil in his fingers growing. 

“Hey! I heard that too! Quick! Write it down! 30 minutes and- and however many attempts it took!” Carlos grins, face turning towards him and Alex doesn’t even have time to feel guilty about swearing before he’s scribbling in Reggie’s notebook.

//

“Thanks again for taking me,” Carlos says as he pulls his seat belt across his chest and clicks it in, eyes drifting from his tia in the front seat to the little notebook resting on the back seat and the pencil that’s hovering just a few inches off the paper. Subtly he sees it tap on the page, once, twice, and he bites down on his grin, tucking his hands under his thighs to stop from bouncing in his seat. They’re ready. 

“Of course mijo,” Victoria smiles over at him as she turns on the engine, fingers already messing with the buttons on the radio to find her favourite station. “I have to say I’m impressed. Planning ahead for your dad's birthday.” 

“Mhm,” he agrees, his eyes on the notebook that he can just see in the rearview mirror. The pencils resting between the creases in the pages and he holds his breath as the radio jumps to a different station. 

Victoria frowns slightly, her eyes darting from the road to the radio and back, hand reaching out to change it back. When it jumps to another station. And another. Carlos feels his eyes widen a little, legs bouncing on top of his hands as he watches the radio cycle through station after station, only lingers for a few seconds on each before moving on. 

Finally it stops, the words of Despacito ringing through the car and it’s lucky they’re at a red light he thinks, because when Victoria tries to change it it jumps right back. 

“What the f-” she starts, the furrow between her brows growing deeper and the knuckles on her hand that’s still gripping the wheel turning white. 

“Can we leave it? I like this song,” he looks over at her with a smile, blinking in what he hopes is a completely innocent way. He’s pretty sure she’s too distracted by the radio to question it. 

“Sure, sure,” she mutters, not even looking at him, eyes going from the road to the radio. 

The song ends and from the corner of his eye he can see the pencil in the back moving, Reggie or Willie writing something down and he has to stop himself from turning around to see what it is. Instead he watches as tia starts changing the radio station again, her fingers never leaving the touch screen as if that was the problem. But the second she lands on her favourite 80’s classics station and is moving her fingers away it changes. Skipping through stations again until Despacito is once again filling the car. 

It’s probably lucky that they’re at another red light and that there’s no one behind them because her eyes widen and she’s suddenly saying words in Spanish that he knows he shouldn’t know and is pulling over to the side of the road. 

“We have to get out! The car is being possessed! Out, out Carlos! Come on!” Her seat belt is off and her door is open before Carlos even has a chance to process what’s happening. The notebook from the back is pushed in front of his face and he tilts his head a little to side to read Reggie’s familiar handwriting, 

Too far? 

“Maybe,” he whispers back, taking the notebook out of the ghost's hand as he starts to get out of the car, plucking the pencil out of the metal spirals and making a note about not pushing tia in a moving vehicle and to wait until after they’ve gone shopping first. 

She’s got her phone pressed to ear when he joins her on the sidewalk, pacing up and down. Carlos is pretty sure there’s going to be a family dinner story time in their near future. 

//

Luke watches as Carlos sets his tape recorder up, idly plucking out a half finished tune on his guitar in order to be seen and heard. He doesn’t really get the other boys interest in figuring out their ghostly state of being. The same way he doesn’t really care about finding answers to all of Alex’s questions. 

They ate some bad street dogs. They died. Julie brought them back and then she saved them a second time. They can play music and sometimes be seen. He already has all the answers he needs and it’s two words: Julie Molina. 

Would it be nice to know what the black room was? Sure. Did he sometimes wonder why they could be seen but other ghosts couldn't? Sometimes. Did he want answers? Only if someone was going to give them to him without having to do the work. Was he going to sit here and answer all of Carlos’ questions because it was important to him and to the others? Fuck yeah he was. 

“Does that think pick up our voices even if we’re not playing and not near Julie?” He nods at the recorder on the table after Carlos hits a button. 

“Yeah! It’s so cool too. You sound like, all static-y and I have to listen really hard sometimes because your voices fade in and out but they’re there!” 

Okay, Luke can admit that is pretty cool, “That’s wicked. Maybe we should start using that to communicate instead of writing.” He was really sick of people commenting on his handwriting. 

“Dude that’s genius! It would be like leaving each other voice notes!” He gestures in the air with his pencil the same way Julie does when she’s realised the issue with a verse and Luke smiles softly. He doesn’t know what voice notes are, but he’s glad he could contribute to the communication issue. 

“What questions have you got for me then little dude?” He raises an eyebrow at Carlos as he flips through his notebook. 

//

When he’d first knocked Alex down Willie never thought it would lead to him sitting in the Molina’s family living room, a whiteboard resting on his knees as a twelve year old shows him bar graphs and pie charts of information on ghosts. 

There was probably some kind of domino-butterfly effect going on that had led him here. But he’s too busy trying to fit all his know ghost knowledge onto a whiteboard so Carlos can fill in the gaps in his knowledge. 

Over the years Willie has met a lot of lifers, has interacted with a handful at the HGC but he’s never met a family like the Molina’s. Who found out ghosts were real and instead of running, or trying to profit off of them, had just...welcomed them into the family. Arms wide and hearts open. 

And more than that, here was Carlos trying to get answers to questions that none of them really had an answer too. 

“Black room, yes or no?” Carlos asks, holding up a flash card and a clothes peg, ready to add it to the line of string stretching across the room. It was already littered with other cards in an order that Willie really didn’t understand but seemed to make perfect sense to the younger boy and Reggie. 

Not for me, or anyone I asked at the club, he scribbles down, turning to the board around. 

“Just like we thought,” he nods to himself, taking two steps to the left and reaching up to attach the card, “An anomaly.” he whispers it to himself and Willie has to bite his lip to stop from smiling before remembering that Carlos can’t actually see him. 

“Hey,” Alex’s voice from the doorway drags his gaze away from the lifer and the smile he’d been trying to stop spreads across his face, “How’s it going?”

“I don’t think we’re even half way through,” he chuckles, gesturing with one hand at the stack of flashcards and the charts he hasn’t even seen yet. “Do you understand this system?” 

The exasperated laugh that leaves Alex’s lips is answer enough before he’s even shaking his head, strands of blonde hair dipping into his eyes and Willie wants to reach to move away, “Not a clue. They’ve tried to explain it to us but it makes zero sense to anyone but them.”  

“Hey, Alex, stop distracting him, we’re working here!” Carlos’ voice makes him jump, head turning back to where he’s standing with his arms crossed and shaking his head in disappointment in the vague direction of where Alex is standing. 

“Wait, can he see you?” Willie frowns, mind trying to remember if he knew this or not. 

“No, he’s just really good at sensing us these days,” Alex sighs, but there’s a fond look in his eyes as he looks at Carlos, “He says it’s his ghost powers kicking in from how often he hangs out with Reggie and from all the failed teleportation experiments.” 

“The failed what now?” 

“Oh, you’ll find out. I think it’s section 7?” Alex grins, pushing off from where he’d been leaning against the doorway and waving.

Willie turns back to Carlos feeling a little more confused than he had minutes ago but also much more intrigued about teleportation experiments. And if he could help get some answers for any of the many questions Alex had, that was cool too.

//

Carlos Molina’s Guide to Ghosting. So you became a ghost, huh?

 (working title, subject to change)

By Carlos Molina, with special thanks to Reggie Peters and Willie Skateboard. 

1st Edition. 

Dedicated to Alex Mercer, so he can stop asking so many questions. We’re working on it buddy.

1. Tangibility 

They can walk through anything (except my sister now, reasons still unclear). 

Works especially well with walls, doors and locked vaults (see exhibit a) 

When they walk through people it “allows them to get a feel for the person” – Reggie Peters. “It’s weird” – Alex Mercer. No comment from Luke Patterson as he was too busy staring at Julie. 

2. Souls

Objects can be attached to their souls. 

Still unclear if it has to be an object that they were close to in life, or if they can attach their souls to any object once a ghost. 

Experiments with Reggie Peters are still ongoing. Updates will follow.

3. Being Seen

Can be seen by “lifers*” when they play music with Julie. 

This is the first rule which only applies to our ghosts. 

They can be heard when they play music without Julie. This is also unclear as to why, working theory is “Our music is just so awesome it transcends deaths!” – Luke Patterson.

Mr Willie Skateboard was quick to point out it’s “weird” and “ghosts aren’t supposed to be seen by lifers.”

4. Touching

Our ghosts can now touch Julie. The biggest change in their afterlife. 

Still no explanation for it. Experiments are ongoing (see exhibit b) 

Have witnessed Julie hugging the air many times only for Alex or Willie to appear. Same with hand holding. (see exhibit c for dads reaction) 

5. Magic

Some ghosts have powers and abilities. 

Willie* can control different types of technology. Appears to work best with cars. This we believe correlates with who a ghost dies. 

In our expedition to test his skills he skipped through 15 different radio stations of Tia’s car until he found one playing despacito. Test was a success. Tia does think her car is haunted now however.

6. ???

There was a dark room. 

All other ghosts interviewed had never heard of it before. 

All our ghosts agreed it was weird and creepy. 

We are choosing to pretend it didn’t happen. 

Working theory: a hole in time that they fell through. Must find a way to test.

7. Teleporting

part 1)

Ghosts can teleport wherever they want in the world. 

Only the most powerful can teleport a lifer with them (will keep attempting)

part b) 

Our ghosts can pinpoint Julie’s exact location wherever she may be in the world. 

Will be helpful if she is ever kidnapped, Julie however wishes they would stop using said power to find her in gym class.

“I already have find my friend activated” – Flynn had to say on the matter. 

part c) 

Julie can summon the boys to her if she concentrates hard enough. Came in handy when an evil magician tried to kidnap them.

Also possibly how they escaped the dark room, no way to prove or deny this as dad won’t let me eat a bad hotdog to become a ghost.

Working theory: magic of music and family 

See Exhibit d 

See Exhibit e  

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #carlos molina #willie jatp #willie #ray molina #jatp #this is...this is really something that i made huh #why did i do this #i just. okay #you gotta read the power point as if carlos and reggie are presenting it btw #and reggie is wearing a sheet for the aesthetic

[itscominghome]

Hey bestie , I love what you write . Can you do one with mason , where they are dating and she gets negative comments and like she feels very bad but didn’t tell him . At the end he finds out and he takes her defens .💕💕

thank you for your request :) sorry it took so long x

Summary: Since you and Mason made your relationship public three months ago, you have received negative and abusive messages from fans. But when everything takes a drastic turn, Mason is there to protect you and takes to social media afterwards to shut down all the abuse and threats.

Warnings: Derogatory language

I'll Always Protect You

"Mason deserves better"

"Slut"

"You're not even that pretty"

"What does Mount see in you"

"I wish he'd just hurry up and break up with you"

"Lets be honest, you wouldn't look twice at him if he wasn't who he was"

"You're just with him for the money"

"I know where you live"

"Break up with him, we know where you live"

These were just some of the many Instagram messages I would receive daily. Some were just calling me names or making me out to be a gold-digger and the sorts. But those on the worse end of the spectrum, those threatening me made me feel sick in the stomach. They had started just over three months ago after Mason and I had gone public with our relationship and they hadn't stopped, only gotten worse. I hadn't told Mason about any of them, I mean surely all of the threats were empty, just a series of words strung together to try and scare me. But part of me was scared that if Mason saw them, he'd start to believe them himself.

"What you looking at, baby," Mason asks from beside me on the bed, sounding concerned. I realised that there must've been a shift in my emotions and immediately plastered a smile onto my face.

"Nothing, Mase," I reply, my voice unsteady. I hate lying to him.

"Tell me you're not reading one of those stupid articles about us again," he says, looking at me, a look of sadness on his face. On top of the private messages I had been receiving, there were a few articles online from gossip sites and even big newspaper companies slating our relationship. Of course, Mason knew about those, there was no way to keep them quiet.

"I don't care what they say, I love you," he would affirm every time he saw one or caught me reading one.

Mason had stayed over at my house last night, not yet moved in with each other, but today wasn't one of the days we could have a lazy day. A day spent cuddling up to each other in bed, doing nothing but watch films, or catch up on the latest episode of 'Married at Frist Sight', which Mason would repeatedly remind me he hated (he loved it really). But, unfortunately, Mason did have training on my day off. I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head before the bed dipped beneath me as he started getting ready.

"I'll come and pick you up later and we can go out for a meal or something," he promised as he opened the door thirty minutes later, pecking my lips lightly.

"Sounds good," I smile, "I love you,"

"I love you too," he says before closing the door and making his way to his car.

Tap. Tap. I looked up from the TV to look around for the source of the tapping noise. I noticed it almost straight away and my heart skipped a beat. There was someone outside my window, tapping on the glass, wearing a black balaclava. I froze in my seat, my hands shaking. He continued tapping for a few more seconds before moving to another window and continuing. Then he moved to the door, jiggling the handle in an attempt to open it. At this point, I start to panic, even more, rushing around looking for my phone.

"Where is it..? Where the fuck did I leave it..?" I whisper to myself as I rush upstairs, extremely distressed. I find it on my bedside table in my room and immediately dial Mason. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.

"Come on, pick up, pick up, Mase." Ring ring. Ring r-.

"Baby, you can't be missing me that much already, I've only been gone for ten minutes," he jokes light-heartedly.

"Mase..." I say, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Baby, what's wrong? What's happening? Talk to me," he says, concern evident in his voice.

"Someone's outside, they... they were at the window... tapping it. And... And then they... they started trying to open the door. I can hear them shouting through the letterbox and hitting the door. Mase, I don't know what to do," I say, tears streaking down my face.

"Shit... I'm turning around right now, I'll be back as quick as I can, lock yourself in the bathroom or something, just in case they get in. Stay on the phone," I nod, trying to steady my breathing. On my way to the bathroom across the hall, I can hear the abusive muffled shouts. I pray to God that Mason can't hear what is being said through the phone.

I hear Mason's car pull up in the driveway and his car door slam shut. I unlock the bathroom door and race downstairs where I can see him attempting to confront my perpetrator before he runs away. I open the door, tears of terror still staining my cheeks. Mason sees me and runs over, pulling me into a hug

"Hey, hey it's okay, they're gone, I'm here now. I've got you," he comforts, taking me back into the house and sitting me down to calm me down.

"I didn't think they were being serious..." I say under my breath.

"Baby, what are you on about?" I try my best to play it off as nothing, but Mason won't listen.

"It was just a few messages, it doesn't matter,"

"Show me them," I reluctantly pass him my unlocked phone and he scrolls through my message requests.

"Why didn't you tell me..." he says with a frown, clearly upset that I had not confided in him.

"I thought that if you saw them, you'd start to believe what everyone was saying,"

"Oh, baby..." he whispers, pulling me into his chest, "Nothing anyone says will ever change how I feel about you. Go and get yourself a bag packed and you can come to training with me,"

"It has recently come to light the amount of hate, abuse and downright threats have been hurled at my girlfriend, Y/N. And to tell you the truth, I'm disgusted. So, I've come to Instagram to address it.

I was unaware of how much abuse had been projected onto her until earlier today when I read some of the messages she has been receiving on both Instagram and Twitter. Most accounts claimed to be Chelsea fans, but as I'm sure all of my teammates would agree, to verbally abuse one of our partners, someone that I LOVE, does not qualify you as a Chelsea fan.

I had obviously seen all of the news articles, those I could look past, but the threats became very real today. I am sure that those of you who messaged threats like "We know where you live, break up with him," were all just empty words. But today, I had to drive back to Y/N's house after leaving for training after receiving a phone call from her, telling me that someone was tormenting her in her own home. If this happens again, it WILL become a matter that will need to be treated more seriously.

Finally, I would like to say that no online abuse of anyone should be tolerated. People in the public eye have feelings too, they are human too. It is never okay to attack someone for loving who they love. I know that this message will not stomp out all of the abuse, but I hope that the majority of you are mature enough to take what I have said into account and will consider what you say before you send it.

M19" I read aloud to myself when I see that Mason has posted. I feel a pair of arms snake their way around my waist, pulling me closer into his body. Mason.

"Thank you for protecting me today,"

"I'll always protect you,"

Sorry I'm taking ages to write requests, I have been so busy with coursework and homework as of late. That, and posting about 30 things about the match today. So, sorry for the spam, but I hope you enjoyed this request! <33

#mason mount #mm19 #m19 #chelsea fc #ktbffh

[torreshalstead]

You make the miles worth it - Chapter 11

Summary - The Chicago Marathon had always been a dream for Hailey. And when she meets a stranger in pink running shoes whilst training, she realises maybe she had been dreaming for more.

Chapters - 12/21

Chapter Summary - After a bad day at work, a run and drinks with Jay is exactly what Hailey needed.

Notes - hope everyone had a lovely festive season! I took a week off posting this story last week and posted my Christmas oneshot instead but now I’m back with this story and hope you enjoy this next chapter! AO3 Link

9 weeks to go

Hailey stormed through the door into the apartment, letting it slam behind her, the sound ricocheting through the hallway.  She had just finished what had felt like the longest shift in the world and it was all thanks to her arse of a manager.  The only bright spot of the day was that in 30 minutes she was meeting up with Jay.  They had decided to do an evening run today due to both of their shifts and were going to grab a drink afterwards.  They weren’t going far so decided to brave Molly’s in their running kit, hoping it wouldn’t be too gross, to save going home to change.

The thought of seeing Jay had been what had kept her going through the past 8 hours.  Every text she had received throughout the day had brought a smile to her face:

Looking forward to our run later - Jay

Please don’t injure your manager or else I’ll have to bury the crime - Jay

But I would. For you - Jay

See you in 2 hours :) - Jay

Somehow even when she was having a hideous day, he knew exactly what to say.

‘So work was really that bad today?’ Jay asked as the pair jogged down the running trail, the sun was setting, lighting up the sky in shades of pinks and orange.  He glanced over to his running partner, she had kept him updated through the day via texts of her manager's exploits.

‘It really was’ Hailey sighed.  ‘I can put up with him treating me like trash and V can hold her own but Alex, she doesn’t deserve it’.

‘She’s the teenager who had just started when we met, right?’  Hailey was always impressed with Jay’s ability to remember even the smallest details she mentioned in passing. 

‘Yeah that’s right’ she threw him a quizzical look.

‘Good memory helps with interrogations’, he said casually with a smile, tapping his temple with his forefinger.  In reality his memory was only this good with things related to Hailey, he soaked in everything she said like a sponge.  He could listen to her talk for hours.

‘If you say so’ she said with a chuckle.  ‘But yeah, she’s only 19 and takes everything he says to heart.  I hate it but can only do anything about it when I’m on the same shift and even then my manager isn’t exactly responsive to criticism.’

‘Guy sounds like a jerk.’

‘That’s the polite thing to call him.’

‘And you’ve called him worse?’

‘Not to his face’, she laughed.  ‘I need to pay my bills as much as the next person!’

‘Can I ask you something Hailey?’ Jay asked softly.

‘Always.’ 

‘Why do you stay there if he’s so awful?’  Hailey’s legs stopped moving at this and she came to a dead stop.  Jay stopped too, a couple of steps later and turned back to face her.  For a second he was worried he had upset or offended her.  ‘I’m sorry Hailey, I didn’t mean-’

‘No no. It’s not that… I know you didn’t’, Hailey smiled softly. ‘I guess no one has ever really asked me that before’.

‘You don’t have to answer, we can just run in silence’, he smiled.  Hailey nodded and the pair restarted their run.  When Hailey stayed quiet for the next half a mile, Jay thought he had gone too far and pushed her too much.  He had learnt by now that Hailey was a private person, keeping her thoughts and feelings wrapped deep inside.  She only shared fragments of her life, choosing those she shared these with very carefully.

‘Working at the restaurant was the only thing that got me out of the house when I was younger’.  Hailey began quietly, Jay had to listen carefully to be able to hear her over the sound of their feet hitting the pavement.  ‘Home life wasn’t exactly the easiest’, she let out a sad laugh.  ‘So as soon as I was old enough to get a job I found one.  It wasn’t the nicest restaurant or the best pay but it gave me an ounce of freedom and an excuse to leave the house after school or at the weekends.  I was saving everything I could to get my own place once I left high school.  Michael already had a job but I knew he wasn’t earning much and he needed the money for college.’

‘Michael?’ Jay asked after a moment's silence.  He didn’t want to interrupt Hailey but curiosity got the better of him.

‘My older brother’, she answered, her voice still barely above a whisper.  ‘He wanted to get us a place together, but I knew how much he wanted to go to college.  He was so smart.  He deserved to go to college and spend his money on that rather than spending it on me.  So I put everything I earned from the restaurant away and when I had enough I got my own place and moved out of there.’

‘You didn’t want to go to college?’

‘It was just never on the cards for me I guess.  I stayed at the restaurant as it let me pay my rent and bills, and then it brought me Vanessa.’  A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

‘And now?’ Jay asked quietly.

‘And now I guess it’s the easy option.  The safe option, to stay with what I know.  But..’ she tailed off.

‘But?’ He nudged her gently.

‘It’s just not the future I saw for myself when I was younger.  I just feel a bit stuck I guess’.

‘You can change that Hails, you don’t have to feel stuck.  There’s a whole world out there just waiting for Hailey Upton to explore.’

She shook her head, ‘it’s not that simple Jay’.

‘I never said it was.  But you’ve got options.  If you want to go to school.  You can go to school.  If you want to find another job.  You can find another job.  If you want to stay where you are.  You can stay. ’  Jay slowed to a walk and when Hailey slowed down too she looked confused.  He gently grasped her hand. ‘There’s no right or wrong options.  And you know I’ll support you no matter what, right?’ 

She nodded slowly, staring down at their conjoined hands.  ‘Thanks Jay’ she whispered, not looking up for fear that tears may spill down her reddened cheeks.

‘Time for Molly's?’ He asked after she remained quiet.  She nodded again and the pair turned off the trail to start the trip to Molly’s.  

It was only when they reached the nearest L station that Hailey realised Jay hadn’t let go of her hand.

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Jay reluctantly let go of Hailey’s hand when they reached the door of Molly’s, but not before giving it a gentle squeeze and a smile to match.  She understood.  Walking in hand in hand would lead to more questions than the pair wanted to deal with.

‘Hey you two!’ Stella called from behind the bar when they entered.  ‘Two beers?’ 

‘Thanks Stella’, Hailey said back as they made their way to an empty table in the middle of the pub.

When they had taken a seat, Stella appeared with two beers in hand.  ‘You two been running today?’ she asked, gesturing at their attire.

‘We have’, Hailey smiled, ‘9 weeks until race day’.

‘That’s soon! Feeling ready for it?’ She asked.

‘Getting there’ Hailey said and Jay nodded in agreement.

‘Well the firehouse is planning on coming out to support as we are on shift that day.  Figured we could pitch the rigs close to the course with the lights and sirens on’.

‘That would be cool!’ Hailey said.

‘We will definitely appreciate the support’ Jay added, taking a drink from his beer.

‘We will make sure to cheer for you guys extra loud obviously’ Stella winked and returned to her spot behind the bar.

‘Speaking of support on race day, you got anyone else coming out to cheer for you?’ Jay asked.  Hailey knew there was more to the question that he wanted to ask after she had mentioned Michael earlier but Molly’s was not the right place to tell that story.

She shook her head and put her beer back on the table, fiddling with the label.  ‘Just Vanessa’ she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.  ‘You?’

‘Will is planning on it but he doesn’t know his shift schedule yet.  We run pretty close to Med so he’s confident he’ll be able to pop out even just for a second’. Jay smiled at the thought of his brother running out of the ED in the middle of seeing a patient to cheer him on.

‘That’ll be nice’

‘Yeah, he knows how important it is for me and why I’m doing it.  We haven’t always been the closest but right now we are in a good place’.  Glancing up he noticed a familiar flock of red hair enter the bar.  ‘Speak of the devil’.

Hailey looked behind her and noticed the tall red haired man walking towards the bar.  She recognised him from the photos at Jay’s place.

‘Ignore everything he says’, Jay said quietly as he waves Will over.

‘Jay!’ Will exclaimed, patting his brother hard on the back when he reached the table.  ‘And this must be the lovely Hailey’.

Hailey felt her cheeks redden at this and glancing at Jay, saw his were matching.

‘This is Hailey, Hailey this is my brother Will’.  He gestured between the pair.

‘Pleasure, I’ve heard a lot about you’, Hailey said as she offered him her hand to shake.

‘I wish I could say the same Hailey, but my brother here is quite tight lipped on certain subjects.  His love life being one of them’, Will shook Hailey’s hand and winked at Jay who was attempting to hide his blush by focusing on the beer bottle in front of him.  ‘Glad to see you are keeping him consistent with his training though’ he smiled and nodded to Jay’s outfit.

‘I could say the same about him’, Hailey smiled, ‘it’s nice to have someone to run with’.

‘I bet it is’, Will said and winked at Jay again.  Jay was shooting daggers at him by now and Will clearly knew the best plan was to retreat so he spoke again to Hailey.  ‘It was a pleasure to meet you Hailey, glad to see someone is keeping this one in line.  Hope we see each other again soon.’  And with a final smile at Jay.  ‘See you soon bro, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’. He laughed as he slapped him on the shoulder and returned to the bar.

Jay dramatically put his head down on the table with a groan. Instinctively Hailey reached over and closed her hand around his wrist.  At the contact he lifted his head and his green eyes met her bright blue ones.  

‘It’s nice you’re close to your family’, she spoke with a soft voice and gently tightened her hand, feeling his pulse through her fingers.  

‘I guess’, he said as he sat up and shifted her hand from his wrist so he could enclose his fingers around her small ones.  ‘Didn’t scare you off?’ he asked with a grin.

Hailey giggled and shook her head, ‘not at all’, she said gently and squeezed his hand.  ‘I’m still here’ she added with a smile.

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