OneShots

Broken Arrows (Justin Line x Reader)

Warnings: Language, possible trigger

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Hey
Show me one man that's never made mistakes
Oh,
And I'll pay
All of my time and every dime I made
But today

The best of intentions I lay at your feet
And I need you to see past the worst part of me

"Out!" You yelled at the shy man standing in front of you.

"(Y-Y/N)..." He stuttered out. 

You shook your head. "I'm done with your bullshit, Justin. Get the hell out of here!" You screamed. The black-haired man looked at the floor as he shuffled out. You slammed the door behind him. He looked at your door before walking to Hunter's door. He  tapped his knuckles against it a couple times, and Hunter opened the door. His hair was mussed, and he was in jeans and a ruffled t-shirt. The glow of his TV showed behind him, telling Justin he'd been playing a video game. Hunter took in Justin's bloodshot eyes and gnawed-raw lips.

"What happened?" He asked, moving to let Justin into his room. He closed the door, looking at his younger brother.

I'm tired of taking my aim
When I keep on missing
There's gotta be a better way
Gotta be a better way

And every little word I say
Keeps getting twisted
Coming out wrong
So baby hold on
I'm tryin' to hit the mark
But I'm shooting with broken arrows
It's like I'm shooting with broken arrows

You were busy with the bottle of vodka in your hand. You'd smuggled it in, highly against Natasha's rules of no drinking. You looked into the mouth of the bottle, thinking of how you'd caught Justin with Celeste one-too-many times. Sure, she was his mission partner, but still. 'And the kissing was all part of the job,' you kept telling yourself. 'It meant nothing.' It was bullshit, and you were fed up with it. Fed up with life. You set the bottle down and went to the bathroom, picking up the blade. Just as it touched your skin, Justin burst in.

No
I may not be a saint but I've got a heart of gold
Yeah
Oh, like a telephone
Connection ain't clear
But I hope you hear my soul
You gotta know

Yeah
The best of intentions I lay at your feet
And I need you to see past the worst part of me

He looked at your face, then at the blade before walking closer. "O-Oh, n-no. P-Please d-don't d-do th-that, (Y-Y/N)," he stuttered. 

You rolled your eyes, looking at him. "And why should I not, asshole?" You asked. He reached forward and gently pulled the hand holding the blade away from your other arm.

"B-Because C-Celeste i-is m-my m-mission p-partner. Ev-Everyth-thing be-between h-her a-and I-I i-is p-purely p-platonic. I-I l-love y-you m-more th-than e-every o-other c-couple c-combined," he stated, "a-and I-I c-couldn't l-live wi-with myself i-if I lo-lost y-you," he finished. Tears were welled in your eyes. 

And I'm tired of taking my aim
When I keep on missing
There's gotta be a better way
There's gotta be a better way

Seems like every little word I say
Keeps getting twisted
Coming out wrong
So baby hold on
I'm tryin' to hit the mark
But I'm shooting with broken arrows
It's like I'm shooting with broken arrows
It's like I'm shooting with broken arrows (yeah)
It's like I'm shooting with broken arrows
Broken arrows

He pulled the blade from your hand and gently wrapped his arms around your waist. "N-Never d-do th-that a-again, p-please?" He asked, as you pulled away forcefully. You set your jaw.

"I admire your honesty, but it's never going to work out, Justin. You and I both know that. As agents on two different levels, we shouldn't be dating at all." He looked down. You quickly snatched the blade from the counter, and he looked back up, studying your eyes carefully.

I'm drawing it back now
And the target is you
And I don't know what else I can do, whoa

I'm tired of taking my aim
When I keep on missing
There's gotta be a better way
There's gotta be a better way

Seems like every little word I say
Keeps getting twisted
Coming out wrong
So baby hold on
I'm trying to hit the mark
But I'm shooting with broken arrows
It's like I'm shooting with broken arrows (yeah)
It's like I'm shooting with broken arrows (yeah)
It's like I'm shooting with broken arrows

"Y-You're d-drunk," he stated.

"Obviously, Asshat." You looked at the blade, and steadied it against the vein. One swift movement, and your wrist was gushing blood. You fell from the sudden drop in blood, and Justin reached out to catch you. He brushed your hair back from your eyes, kissing your mouth before uttering six words. "But I'm shooting with broken arrows."

Broken arrows... yeah

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Yeah, you prolly hate me for it, @thebubblemaster, but I had to, I'm sorry.

For all those who don't know who Justin Line is, he is one of my own characters, appearing in The Edge Below. https://www.wattpad.com/story/46523878-the-edge-below