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lutawolf · 2 years

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Love In the Air Ep 10 Review & Running Commentary

For those who missed my early reviews, they can be found here.

We left off with Prapai taking care of Sky. I know a lot of people don't know how to take Prapai but guys he is meant to be awkward. He has never actually cared for someone outside of himself. He doesn't know how to flirt passed the fuck boy flirt, date, or care for someone but he wants to. He is trying. Is he pushy? Yes, but that's kind of necessary with someone who has walls so tight. I wouldn't be with someone who didn't prove to me that wanted me. My walls say, prove yourself.

So let us begin. Prapai is asking daddy for time off. I love the fake cough, he isn't even trying. I'm dying, lol. Course your dad doesn't believe that. Awww look at the way he looks at him and says "My boyfriend is sick." No issues telling daddy, if that doesn't tell you he is all in, I don't know what will. Buttering up daddy dearest. Love it. HAHAHAHA! look at him pushing at him. Wait! Did he really call himself Black Giant. I can't with this dude. Poor Sky, bless him. Prapai lucky he didn't get punched though. I have literally given my husband a black eye due to the night terrors. Fuck the way Prapai he won't let go. 💞That he'll be right here. Damn. Your killing me smalls. "I won't let anyone hurt you." "It's okay, your okay." He might be a fuck boy but he is a smart fuck boy who is reading the writing on the wall.

I'm gutted. Him begging Prapai to not go anywhere. The way Prapai just tucks in and hugs him. This man is not letting go. No matter the drama or chaos, he is in for the haul. He went from fuck boy to ride or die boy. Okay the fuck boy is still in there somewhere. "Your arms and legs were all over me." Look at the way Prapai is easily man handling Sky. Yes, Sky is sick but come on, we all know he is a fighter just look at the dream flashback. He is letting Prapai win. He's tucking him in, so sweet.

Poor Sky, go ahead and hide for a bit. See, Prapai is smart, he isn't getting by just on daddy's help. Love the way Sky is side eyed watching him.

Oh fuck, this is giving me all the feels. I'm becoming so soft for these two. I'm melting like butter (I wrote that in a Rhode Island voice so you should read it in one.) Sky touching his hair and waking him up only to pretend he is still asleep. #dead #this is sweeter than chocolate

Sky stopping him from going. He just wants comfort and cuddles. Stop breaking my heart Sky. "Worse than pounce and bounce is kicking me out when I'm no longer beneficial." Look how sad he looks. Boy is so gone. "Though I am shameless, my heart is fragile." He just laying his heart out there. He wants your heart!!!! Of course poor broken Sky thinks he is talking about sex. "I'm happy as long as you don't block my number, answer my calls. Reply to my texts sometimes, don't run away from me." Nah Bitch, you not asking much. 👀 You might as well said his heart. Sky looks so sad, he is like this in the book too. Sky says you can try but I'm not interested. Pai says watch and see. He has your number now Sky.

That walk, 🤣. Then the check kiss! Pai being so surprised and happy. Yeah Sky, that screams uninterested. Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're caught but nice defense.

The fucking ex.... I can't wait to see you two stomped in the mud.

The tie ceremony! Look at Phayu helping with the hook up. OMG, I love Sig. Dance your butt off ppl. Get it. Look at Sky's friends taking care of him for a change. Love it. Look at Sig being a bad ass. He really needs his own series. I would totally watch it.

Poor sick Sky. I gotta tell you though, they start the inner monologue now!!! It should have been started episodes back you bitches! Awww look at that concerned face that he has. So fucking sweet. Man is gone. Look at Sky the little care taker, worrying about his friends. He just happened to have that medicine huh. 👀👀 Oh, oh, he commanded. "Put your head on my shoulder or I'll take you back to the dorm." And SKY PUTS HIS MOTHER FUCKING HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER!!! Pai taking his head while patting his head. BUTTER. Sky asking why he is there, why do you think Sky. You baby boy, you. He absolutely should be spanked. 👀👀

Ohhhhhh, look at this. "If Phayu hadn't told me that the Cheer would last till morning, I wouldn't have known you exerted yourself." "Are you going to stop me." Interesting, that implies that Pai has the ability to in fact stop him. "If it's important to you... Then I won't." We sliding into some D/s territory here. "You might not believe me Sky. I know I seem a smooth player (aka fuck boy) who lives a carefree life. But I mean it when I say I'm serious about this relationship." Then the forehead kiss. Then the thank you from Sky. Hallmark moment. Yeah Pai, you is so far gone down the love tunnel.

These motherfucking simps. I'm not single but at this moment I'm feeling very single.

That some heart eyes. Then comes cold Sky "you haven't left yet?" Pai being like, as if. Pulling out the fuck boy again. "I became your pillow and blanket." 🤣🤣🤣 Look at that cute face Sky makes, when Pai says he wants his reward to be a smile. Aww, look at the sweet girls thanking Sky and Pai watching carefully.

Okay so, in the book Pai is gone on the first night but he is too stupid to know it. He just knows that there is something special about Pai. This is the moment that he knows he is head over heels and wants to spend the rest of his life with Sky. 💞💞💞 Ohh, look at that man handling. Niiiiiice.

Another look at the building. Like damn. I think I've seen the apartment building from every angle. Aww, Pai talking softly to Sky. "Why the heck am I watching a sleeping boy." 🤣🤣🤣 He on the struggle bus over a leg. HAHAHA. Yeah Sky, you wanted that. He kind of cute when not being a fuck boy. Yup, go ahead and hide baby. It's instinctual by now, huh.

A Date! I love the play back and forth. Now you can see the sparkle in Sky's eyes. Look at Pai starting to get grumpy, lol. Oh Shit. Don't watch her as she walks away. Yup, make it clear you just friends. Yeahhhhh, Sky isn't falling for that. Once turns into three. No more than that. 🤣🤣🤣 It took him awhile to figure out that no one would compare. Look at that smile from Sky. He knows two months of no devils tango is a lot for Pai. Those cute smiles back and forth.

I'm totally the gossip dude. I make those same faces, don't judge. I think we all noticed their names but yeah point it out. Okay I love the way Pai turned his back. 😂😂😂 You saying nothing happened while standing next to sexy wearing a heart shirt. Ain't nobody believing shit. Ha! Pai! You can get done till your sick??? I didn't know that and I'm a whore.. Have I been doing it wrong?? I need someone love me till I'm sick or at least give it the good old college try. Seriously though, if you get sick from good sex, may I suggest practicing more often. 😎

You should absolutely get used to the brattiness Pai. Look at Pai anticipating that door close and just putting his hand out. Ha! Oh, your able to ignore me, let me scoot closer. Let me lean in. Let me touch your back and look over your shoulder. LOVE IT! Like a cat.

Aww, he kissed his shoulder. So flirty. He has upgraded from the fuckboy flirting. This is slightly romantic. Of course I love Sky's response though and look how fast Pai moved. HA! Sky got goosebumps. Yes, you did sleep with a psycho but your not exactly sane yourself. Awww, he is writing a list about Pai while smiling. So fucking cute.

Oh fuck this moment had me rocking in my chair. It's so cute. Like squeeeeeee. Did he really softly ask Sky if it's similar. Then he draws on his palm. "I'm claiming my ownership." That smile.... "You own only yourself." It was a good try though Pai. It really was. I was rooting for you.

Look at him taking care of his baby. Ohh, look at him so happy at Sky being curious about him. Look at Sky smiling at Pai describing his siblings just as he is. Sky calls him out, love it. Ohhh don't ask Sky about his sad life. No sad Sky. Look at Pai planning to introduce Sky to his family. Can't wait to see them smoother him in love. Ohh I just got chills when he said "Sky." If I got chills, I know you got chills. We all got chills. OH OH OH the neck touch, fuck me, oh yup that's hot. Hand on the pulse, fuck me. You MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE Sky wasn't the only one wanting that kiss!!!!!!!! That damn inner monologue again, the one that should have come sooner. I'm gonna be pissy about that for awhile.

He is making him sleep on the floor! Love it! OH Pai was so insulted by that "What's your relationship to me that you should sleep in the bed with me." He really is very patient though. Such cute sassy back and forth. "What choice do I have, I already lost to you." 💖

That was afuckingdorable!!! I adored this episode. He Called His Mom!!! How fucking adorable, omg, I'm gonna die of cuteness overload. Okay, now that we are past that. I'm super fucking excited for the next episode!! Woot! Hope you guys enjoyed this. I dedicate this to @notfreetoday because they are so kind and always give me a heads up about any possible triggers. Thank you 💜💜💜

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mrsparrasblog · 23 days

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Hellloooo finished your Makarov x Price's daughter reader ficcc, I loloveee it, but I wanna ask some questions (pls ignore if you want)

1) What makes Price neglected his daughter in the first place? Does Price harbor some distasteful feelings ? because as far as I know Price seems to give Tina enough attention she needs, so it's definitely not the military

2) What task 141, Laswell, Nick think about the reader, the whole neglecting and the kidnap of course? (Especially with Laswell because as far as I remember Laswell is mentioned as the reader's aunt, so she probably knows the reader ever since she's a little girl )❤️❤️❤️

3) and lastly I really want to know how old Tina might be? And what does Tina and the step mother think about what happened to the reader because, without the Stockholm syndrome I'm pretty sure it's pretty awful

That's all thank you very much. I love your au, it fuels my brain rot so much❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😖😖😖

So first of all, thank you. When someone takes the time to comment or send an ask, it makes my day. I'm just a big softy.

So, I don't know, the story isn't completely finished; the Makarov ending will be added soon - I'll try to write it, but I'm never satisfied and end up deleting it, lol.

1.) So it was mentioned that the reader was born when Price was still a teenager. To be honest, he didn't want her in the first place; he had plans and everything, but when she was born and looked so small, father's love kicked in hard. It is easier, though, to care for a child with someone together when you're older than when you're alone, still a teenager, and at the beginning of your career. So it's not that he hates her; I'd say, even, she's his favorite in some weird way he doesn't admit. The other thing is, Reader mentions Tina is so cool, while she's a hyper-fem nerd, I'd say, based on her interests. John doesn't get these things. And being cool is a subjective opinion; Tina is bad in school, skips school, smokes joints, while the reader gets straight A's and the only thing she does wrong is sleep with older men. So he thinks he doesn't need to look over her as much as he needs to look out for Tina.

2.) 141: Only Simon knew he had a daughter; Cap is very private, so no one does anything to his girls. Well, didn't work out, did it? He keeps her especially away from Gaz and Soap. Reader is like in her early 20s, so a similar age to Soap and Gaz. No way he introduces his beautiful daughter to them; he treats them like sons, but they're still not good enough, lol. I think Simon gets the Captain's pain the most and tries his best to help the Cap.

Aunt Kate: She has a major soft spot for Reader, exactly like her wife. Kate's wife screamed at John once for neglecting her. Kate isn't very fond of kids, but Reader is and always will be the exception; she sees her like a daughter. And when she got kidnapped, it broke her, her wife even more. She didn't show anyone, but she was devastated, cried. She accepts the fact that Reader is dead and doesn't hold hope like John. She works in the CIA; she knows that being held hostage is sometimes a worse fate than getting killed.

Uncle Nik: He was always the funny Russian uncle, the one who dances at parties (Uncle wowa style). Russian people know what I mean. He was sad that it happened to someone so nice like Reader. When he found out about Makarov, he wasn't surprised, honestly.

3.) Tina is in her early teen years. So Tina is sad and feels guilty that she was gone for three months, and no one told her Dad. Stepmom, well, she says she doesn't really care since she has a bad vibe with Reader. But when she finds out she didn't just run off, she got kidnapped, she felt incredibly guilty and looked out more for Tina than she did before.

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haptureratch · 3 months

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I made it through the day and I am exhausted.

Like clockwork, Mom came to check in on me and I knew I wouldn't be able to hide my anguish in just a few seconds. No sense in brushing it off either because I did want to express myself to someone. So I turned to her and showed her my face, and I told her what was wrong. When you tell one parent you always hope it will get passed on to the other. And maybe she did tell him. Or maybe he heard my choked and broken words escape under the doorway and down softly through the two-story living room.

He thanked me twice for being there. Once with a kiss and a hug inside the funeral parlor. Once as we were driving off the property to have drinks and blow off some steam with the family. And he also announced that the 'bad energy' between his sisters did not happen, which he had been so worried about.

It's not direct reassurance. I don't think I'll ever get that from him. But it was enough to soothe away my anxieties about not being good enough. I was able to stop thinking something was my fault.

Now follows a series of glimpses throughout the last two days in the memory: - they had all aged so much. How long had it been since I'd been up there? Only aunt Bridget and uncle John looked mostly untouched by the time. Everyone else was so...delicate. Aunt Barb with lighter hair and thinner skin and more wrinkles around her piercing blue eyes. I got caught in the severity of her gaze when I saw her that first time, and she paused waiting like I was going to say something. I didn't have much to offer. Her, or anyone else-- the number of times I blurted out "I'm doing good, how are you?" in answer to a family member asking "How are you doing?" because it's what I'm used to saying at work-- very yikes, especially aunt Marsha. Oh, aunt Marsha. The white framing her face. Aside from that I was happy to find she looked the same. Aunt Kim, so stunning with bluntly cut shoulder-length hair finally undyed finally fully gray. It suited her. Very slim now too. She looked so chic. But when Mom brought up her depression I got so sad for her. I can imagine the loss of her own Mom eating away at her. I want to go to her now and look her in the eyes while I tell her she has a kindred spirit. But I can't. I'll never be as open with people as I want. Except Rilley. And I hope Steven stays an exception for a long, long time. - Tara. The loss of her husband drew lifetimes across her face. Again, I felt sad for her when Mom revealed she's been diagnosed with MS. - Ryanne. I held her in my arms for so long at the gravesite. I knew this hit her harder than me. And the whole time at the funeral she was begging for people to play with her, anyone, distract laugh please. So small. As small as me, both of us eaten alive our whole lives by our respective mental states. Her hazel eyes were so wide at times, almost with terror. And she said something like, 'That's the thing with our whole family, we are all just trying to make it.' She and Kelsey and I bonded over dissociative episodes at the funeral. - Literally everyone else there. Some looked alright. But so many looked battered by time. - Jan, so sweet. I'm so happy Mac and Morgan grew up around her and Tony. The spunk. She is a lovely woman. Why did I not know these things before. - It killed me to think that this was the row of family on the tree that was next. This is the generation that will be dying. In how many years? - "I can't keep doing this," sobbed aunt Marsha. Her father, her husband, how many dogs, her son-in-law. I would protect you from the thiefs the rest of my days if I could. - The pinnacle for me was walking up with Dad (and Mom) for the final goodbye. It wasn't at all for me to say goodbye to Mimi. It was fully for him. And I held him as tightly as I could from one side, Mom from his other side, as he broke all the way down and sobbed on his knees at the open casket of his dead mother. I broke for him. I hated to see him in such grief. But I'm glad I had the strength to follow him into it and cry with him and hold him tight. I hope he felt me. - Mimi. Poor Mimi. I saw her the smallest she's ever been (a theme, I guess). Peaceful but mouth drawn over her face unnaturally. I had thought it was a poor job of the coroner and felt distain for their lack of skill, but aunt Barb commented that it was an issue with her teeth. I said a Hail Mary, touched her necklace (which aunt Kim put around her own neck at the end), her hand, the crown of her head. And with these minute gestures in my inner world I honored her passing and let her go.

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yashiiiiiiiii · 2 years

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TRAUMA ( HARRY X READER)

_______________ Y/N POV I can't believe it. I have lost everyone.

Mum died. Dad died.

My godfather Remus died. My godmother Tonks died.

Everything's my fault, I can't believe it. If I would have been there with them they would be alive here. They would be with me. They might be telling me how proud they are of me.

I have moved in with my boyfriend Harry who asked me to come and live with him at Number 12 Grimmauld place after the battle ended.

As of now I have locked myself in one of the rooms on Grimmauld place. I'm -

"Y/N open the damn door baby, I'm knocking at your door for the past 15 mins. Darling are you ok?" Shit I don't know what to do. I can't let Harry know how weak I am.

"I-I'm okay-y ma cherié don't worry."

HARRY'S POV

My baby is in there crying I don't know what happened to her. I'm so worried for her. Even though she said she is ok I don't believe it. I can hear her sobbing. It's breaking my heart. I only have one option now to break this door.

"Darling, I don't have any other option rather than breaking the door if you don't open it right now."

Y/N opened the door. Tears were leaking out from out from her eyes like a stream. I opened my arms for her to come and she collapsed in my arms. I kissed her forehead.

"Hey, shh baby shh...it's ok I'm here. Yeah, everything's going to be ok. Don't worry mon amour. Shh" I whispered sweet nothingness into her ears for sometime. Kissing her forehead in between. After while she calmed down a bit. She started to take soft breaths.

"My love, will you tell me what happened. I won't force you if you aren't comfortable, I'm worried for you sweetheart. Seeing you crying like this broke my heart baby. I never want to see you cry."

Y/N POV

Hearing my boyfriend's words melted my heart.

"I-I-I just-t blame myself you know. It feels like everything's my fault." pausing I sobbed " I feel like if I would have been there then I would have been able to save them. I would still be able to hug them. I would be able to tell them how much I love them. But-but I don't even have another chance. You know my love, I can imagine what my dad would be saying 'Y/N, my sweetie I'm so proud of you. I'm so so so proud that you can't even imagine. You helped in defeating Voldemort. You are so brave my child. I'm so proud to have a child like you.' Harry, but now I can't, I just can't hear them say anything. It hurts Harry. So much."

Harry hugged me tightly, kissed my forehead and said " Bubba I know how you feel but you aren't the one to be blamed yeah?! The one to be blamed is Voldemort. He is dead now. We defeated him. And you know what, your parents and godparents died as heroes. Everyone who lost their lives in the battle died as a hero. Now all the marauders are up there united. Remus and Chris are now united with my dad and Sirius. And Emily must be having a tea party with my mom and Tonks. You know they are now in a safe place and watching us from above. They are happy and it would kill them to see you sad like this. Now my sweetest angel I want to see the smile that you always have on your face."

I understood what Harry said. They fought in the battle on their own choice, they knew the risks of fighting but they didn't gave up hope and fought bravely. Me crying here would only make them sad so I smiled.

I love my Harry so much. He is the best person in this whole world. He always makes me feel safest. He always loves me and never judges me. He always prioritise me over anyone.

"Yayyyy! That's the smile that I love on my baby's face." saying this he kissed my forehead, then my temples, then my nose, my cheeks and finally my lips. The kiss was a soft one which dedicated his love for me.

"Now my queen what do you say to the idea of me making you Y/FF?" I couldn't be more happy that Harry asked me this, I excitedly replied smiling "Yes bubba, I'll love that."

He came over kissed me one more time and then attached our foreheads. "I love you sweetheart. Please don't ever cry, it breaks my heart seeing you like that." "I love you more bubba and I won't promise." "Ah that's not possible." "What do you mean my love ?" "About you loving me more. Everyone knows I love u the most." saying this he kissed my lips once more and left to kitchen without saying anything else.

I can't help the smile that came on my lips.

One thing's sure for me. I LOVE MY HARRY SO MUCH!

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vgucciking · 2 years

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Confusing Explanations

Chapter 8 "The Local Dead Kids"

School had just finished, I was waiting outside for no reason at all. I was in my own thoughts to even notice that a figure was standing right in front of me.

Hearing coughing is what made you snap out of your daydreaming state. You looked up and met the green eyes of Griffin. "Griffin?" I asked surprised.

He smiled cheekily at me, his nose bandaged up and all. "What are you doing here?!" I looked around at every angel furiously, hoping the boys weren't somewhere where they could see me.

"Well this is school right?" Pausing and staring back at him I said. "I know! I mean, what are you doing here!" Pointing at where we are right now.

If the boys saw him near me, who knows what would happen. He could end up dead and I really don't need that right now.

He raised an eyebrow at my behaviour. "Don't worry. Bruce and Billy went to their Baseball practice, Vance went to the Grab n Go, Robin went to Billy's house to study for his English class"

Don't tell me he stalked them all, maybe that's why they don't like him? Speaking of which. "Why don't they like you huh?" No answer. "Well if you're not gonna answer, leave." I stated impatiently, tapping my foot in the ground.

He sighed and said "let's go" "Go where?" He cracked another huge grin "your house. I'll explain there" not sure I said "And how do I know you're not gonna kidnap me?"

He laughed historically at this and hugged his stomach "trust me! I've been kidnapped before, let's just say, I would've dressed more creepily to kidnap you" scoffing I pulled him along with me towards my house, hopefully my parents won't mind.

Arriving at my house, I opened the door and walked in. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" I called out, pushing Griffin inside and closing the door, I looked confused.

Going to the kitchen I told Griffin to follow me. Going towards the counter I immediately frowned, at the sight of a white piece of paper, and writing.

Reading the note I scrunched it up and threw it into the bin. "What's wrong?" Griffin asked obviously noticing the present frown. Shaking my head I said "nothing" with a sigh.

"They just went on another long business trip...." Griffin tilted his head, confused to why you'd be upset about it, most kids love having the house to themselves.

"Why are you sad?" You opened the fridge and grabbed an apple, slamming the door shut. "Because it's always been like this, we never really have a day where we are all together" Griffin didn't push further, getting the hint it was a personal and touchy subject.

"Anyways...Talk ginger boy, or else I'm throwing you out on the streets with the cats." Sitting on a stall he leaned over the counter, making direct eye contact. Which made you blush a little from the closeness.

"It's because..." he looked to the side, you got impatient and hit him on the head "hurry up!" He raised his hands up in defence "calm down! Because I didn't help Finney." Ok now you were even more confused "what? Sorry but I'm not following"

"Let's just say, the main reason they hate me is because of you. They don't want me to be hanging out with anyone who's a friend of them or are dating them." He chuckled and smirked.

"But THAT can't even happen. No one wants to or are able too. You're just special. And they've definitely taken a liking to you if you've already survived a day" Uhm. I don't know if I should be taking this as a compliment or not?

"Is that good?" "No." He quickly replied. His eyes turned dark, the thoughts he had running through his mind, weren't pretty at all. "It's better if you keep your guard up." What in the.

This just confuses me even more, and he expects me to understand what he means. Reading my mind he laughed quietly. "Just wait. You'll see what I mean when it's too late" with that he stood to his full height, smiled at me and walked out of the door.

I'm actually gonna kill one of these assholes. They be acting all weird and, and crazy. Walking out of my house like that!? Who the hell does he think he is!? A king?

Walking to go upstairs to my room, I heard a knock on my door. Who could it be? Opening the door I saw no one. Wow, so now we're ding dong ditching my house, huh?

Rolling my eyes I went to shut the door, until I caught a glimpse of a picture on the ground. Picking it up, the photo seemed to be way too old. Taking a closer look at the photo, I seen 6 bags?

Huh? Looking around my house for anyone, I seen no one near. Uhhh ok. Deciding to just go back inside, I closed the door and went up to my room. Putting the photo on my makeup dresser.

I'm so bored. Walking around my room, I decided to go out for a walk. Maybe JJ want to come with me?

Knocking on the door of the Maybanks family, I waited. About 1 minute later JJ arrived with a bed head. "Yo- Oh y/n? What's up?" He asked still seemingly tired, as he had rubbed his eyes.

"Wanna come on a walk with me?" JJ looked like he'd seen a ghost. "No! I'm too tiredddd!" Really? HES tired? Flipping him off I said "fine go back to being lazy!" "Gladly." With tha he shut the door in my face.

W-I'm gonna MURDER someone. I thought stomping my way down his driveway. Folding my arms over my chest, with an irritated expression, I walked along the sidewalk.

I swear boys are so confusing sometimes, and really REALLY annoying. At least Finn ain't that bad. But the others?! Oh oh Ohhhh! That's another goddamn story.

2nd day, and I'm already causing chaos. How amazing and cliché, new girl at the school whose friends with five boys and starts causing drama.

Typical. Pulling out my music player, I plugged some headphones in and started listening to music while I walked.

Maybe if I had just stayed in Outer Banks, things would've been normal...

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spaceytingz · 6 months

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I Can't Talk To The Dead

a grief-stricken letter.

You're gone, and I can't talk to you. I know if I tried, I could probably reach you. You've always told me I was smart, and I've always agreed. We both know I could figure it out. So why can't I?

It could be fear. Fear of what's beyond. Fear of deception. Fear of it not really being you. But then again, I've never really been afraid of much. So why does it feel like I can't move?

Physically, I'm free. My mind flies around the world and can't ever be put down. Yet, something restrains me. Is it shame? Once, I used to be unstopppable. Ego taller than the mountains, will hotter than the Sun. When'd I start to pick my battles? When'd I start acting as if one wrong move would tip over all the dominoes on the table? When'd I start fearing?

You're gone. It's a fact. My mom thinks your soul will hang around for 40 days but I don't wanna know if that's true. Cause if I knew, I'd have to do something about it. Get closure, probably.

Closure's a funny thing. I'm not sure it's really possible. No matter when it happens, you're always gonna have unfinished business. We got along, yet there were many things unsaid. Resentment that was not really my fault nor directed towards me but who knows what was really happening in your head? I could ask you but you'd probably lie. It's funny thinking about how you'd get offended by that insinuation.

Maybe immortality is the impression you've made on people. I can conjure you. We can have a conversation in one of your many moods. We could argue and I could envision you pulling your punches. Is a piece of your soul in me, then? Is a piece of everyone I care about's?

You taught me to read and write. God, it feels so weird talking about you in the past tense. I'm far from a child, I know it's law. I was five and already calculating when your dogs will die so I'd see it coming and not be too sad. And yet, even when you expect it, it hits you like a truck. Left brain's thrown in the towel and you're left a slave to your emotions.

When I saw Grandpa alive for the last time, I somehow knew it was the last time. I did not hug him long enough. I think I'll regret it forever.

When I saw you alive for the last time, I knew it again. I did not wanna believe it, but there's a reason I used to have an uncontainable confidence. I'm usually very right. I hugged you long enough cause I knew. I looked in your eyes a bit too long cause I knew.

You used to say you don't like people idealising the dead. That they had flaws and they should be remembered. I don't feel like repeating yours, I think deep inside you know them. But then again, I've always thought a little too highly of the ones I love.

You were in pain. I guess it's better for you now. I don't know if an afterlife exists. It's either nonexistent or dependent on the person's beliefs. I both wanna see you again in one and am deathly resistant to doing that.

Two things can be true at the same time.

I'll miss you.

If you were alive I'd be content with never seeing you again.

I'll miss you.

You hurt my dad a lot.

I'll miss you.

I was going to buy you an emerald necklace for your birthday as a farewell. I was not planning on keeping in touch.

I'll miss you.

I can't talk to the dead. I'm not strong enough.

That's a lie. I'm ashamed. My existence is something offending. I think everyone is just putting up with me. I know it's a lie yet my feelings have always been too strong. If I get better, if I get smarter, if I get prettier, maybe it'll go away. It won't. I have to force it away like I've done to many other nasty and unproductive thoughts. I know you'd like that. Honestly, I know everyone'd like that. I've always been a contrarian though.

You knew, I never told you. I never wanted to. I never wanted to tell anyone. Maybe will never tell anyone. We'll see exactly how strong I am, beyond my words and screams.

I can't talk to the dead cause one of two things could happen. They could hate me or they could love me. And I don't think I'm deserving of either.

You loved me and I loved you, in my own way. I'm sorry if you couldn't see it. I'm sorry I was so willing to throw you away even if I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Grief is weird.

This letter has no purpose. Maybe it's venting. Maybe it'll get to you. I hope it'll get to you, I'm feeling brave.

I can't talk to the dead. You believed I could do anything I set my mind to.

I think it's high time I proved you right.

I used to occassionally ponder the possibility of you and my other grandma dying. I used to think it would fix everything.

Well, some things are barely mended now. I don't think it was worth it.

#space speaks #grief #personal essay

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batboysoneshots · 6 months

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Adopted

Thought of this idea.

Summary: Nightwing hangs out with a teen in bludhaven. The teen lost his parents and ran away from CPS. Nightwing finds him and talks to him about how he was adopted.

Third person pov...

The night air was cool, 13 year old Simon sits on the roof of a building in Bludhaven his home, he has just lost his parents to a gang shootout.

Currently the boy was running from child protective services, he didn't want to be adopted he just wanted his parents back, curling up on roof he put his head in his arms and cried.

He hadn't had a chance tk cry since the police told him his parents are dead, CPS came straight away to take him to a orphanage, the boy didn't want that and ran away.

As he sits shivering, someone lands behind him, he doesn't look up only waits to see what the person does. Nightwing found the boy, He lands quietly behind the teen.

The blue dressed vigilante walks over and sits down beside the boy, swinging his legs of the building, after a couple minutes of silence the boy finally looks up.

Nightwing smiles at the boy, the boys eyes widened. "Nightwing!" He says shocked that the blue vigilante was next to him, Nightwing pats his shoulder. "Hey there, Simon right?" He asks, the boy nods.

"You're here to bring me back right?" Asks the boy, looking down at the sweets below. Nightwing sighs "I am, sorry Simon" he says, the boy only sighs.

Nightwing thinks. "I know how you feel" he starts off. Which was a bad start he realises, the boy looks up glaring at him. "Hiw could you know how I feel?" He glares.

Nightwing looks down in the streets. "Because I lost my parents when I was younger than you."He says which surprises the boy. "Really you did" he says.

Nightwing let's out a sad laugh. "I did, I was 9 when they were killed, the man who adopted me was amazing though, he lost his parents around my ages as well, we've had a rocky start but eventually got close and now I call him my dad, he can be a complete arsehole but he tries" Explains Nightwing, rambling ablut Bruce.

The boy looks up at the man. "Really he was nice" Nightwing smiles at the boy. "Is that what your worried about?" He gets a nod in return.

"What if they don't love me, what if they try and replace my parents?" Questions spill from his lips, seconds before he starts crying again.

Nightwing gives him a pitting look, before wrapping an arm around the boys shaking body and holds him close. The boy holds on to the hero as he cried.

Nightwing rocks the boy, when he stopped crying they talked more about it, Nightwing promised he would be happy and be safe at thr orphanage until he got adopted.

Later that night Dick couldn't sleep in his apartment, tossing a turning he eventually gave up, got dressed and swung out of his window and all the way to Gotham.

Once he arrived he went to Wayne manor, it was around 3am when he got there surprising his Dad who was sat in the cave.

Bruce turns around at the sound not expecting anyone to be there, Tim and Alfred sleeping upstairs. He was surprised to see his eldest standing there.

"Dick what ar-" he was cut off by the young man walking over and hugging him, Bruce froze for a second before hugging the boy back.

Feeling his shoulder shake Bruce began rocking the boy back and forth comforting him. He pulls of his cowl and mutters to the boy "It's okay Chum, I'm here don't worry" he says gently.

After a while Dick finally pulls away first. "Sorry Bruce, been a long night. Had this kid to lost hid parents didn't want to be adopted. Told him bout me and how you helped me" he explained.

Bruce listens to his son, he hugs the boy again. "You forget Chum, you saved me as well if not for you I would be different" he says making the tired man smile.

"Now come on your bed is ready go sleep, I'll see you tomorrow" Says the Black dressed Man, dick smiled and waved.

Bruce looked at the pictures he kept on his desk, one of him and Dick, one of him and Jason, one of him and Tim.

He touched thr glass of thr picture with him and dick in before calling it a night ans going upstairs to bed, his son is home.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, most of these are Nightwing centric because I love him and I knkw more about him and his relationship with Bruce from the animated series.

Request are open!

Word count : 813

#batboys #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #oneshot #batman fanfiction #father son #family #fluff #comfort #adoption

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blue-kyber · 1 year

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I'm trying to figure out how to present my epic novel to the TL;DR, '30 second attention span' crowd.

Perhaps they would enjoy it in a Curious George approach?

Let me try it with the first sixth of the book!

OUT THERE: THE 1K

The abridged version of the first sixth of the book.

The very abridged version.

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"Mom! Dad! I wanna fly Earth's first spaceship!" Will jumps in excitement.

"No," his dad says, "You have ADHD."

"I think he can. What could go wrong?" his nerdy mom defends her son's dreams.

Suddenly, an alien craft appears out of the night sky and whisks Will away from Earth.

There are other kids on the ship, too, all taken like he was.

Everything is a blur.

Will is frightened.

"You have to talk to understand everyone because they put translator bananites in our heads," a girl says.

Her name is Emma. She sits next to Will and lets him listen to music.

Will calms down.

The two become instant best friends.

Will sees Earth one last time before the ship jumps to hyperspace.

Emma, not wanting to forget Earth, changes her name to Terra.

Both are very sad.

Will and Terra learn that they are two out of one thousand kids taken from Earth.

Chancellor Urza says they're going to save the galaxy.

But how? Will wonders. How can kids defeat evil aliens who can blow up planets?

They spend six days on the starship called the Intrepid.

This is a ship from the Planetary Alliance, and the people who work on it are called Regents.

They meet all kinds of strange looking humanoid aliens. They learn about the other two human species - the mik and the masakans.

The mik are giant humans. Much taller and stronger than anyone Will and Terra have ever seen.

Will is upset, because the one thousand kids will be split up to live all over the Alliance's part of the galaxy.

Will he ever see them again?

They land on the beautiful human homeworld of Masaka.

"It looks like Earth!" Terra exclaims in happiness.

"But it's not," Will says.

Captain Linell has a bad feeling about bringing them home to Masaka. They aren't supposed to be together, or they could be discovered.

Will and Terra and their new friends make a promise to always be there for each other.

The next morning, the starship Intrepid rescues them from the wicked trap set by Senator Degull and Senator Runell.

But oh no! Will and Terra are kidnapped!

The Intrepid goes on a wild chase after the rogue Regent starship that took them.

The enemy ship vanishes into hyperspace.

Will wakes up in a white room and wearing different clothes.

He'd just had the weirdest and most vivid dream of his life.

Terra is on the other side of a window in an identical room.

"Where are we?" Will asks.

"I don't know." Terra says.

"I'll get you out," Will says. He tries to break the glass, but fails.

Suddenly, threads of blue light extend out from their hands toward each other.

It scares them. They feel different.

"Why is there light coming out of us?" Terra asks.

"Captain Linell is brave! She'll know what to do," Will exclaims.

"Captain Tevara Linell is dead," a man walks into Will's room.

"I'm Doctor Barakan, and you live here now," he says.

"What's happening to us?" Will asks.

"It's a gift I'm giving you to save the galaxy. Isn't it great?" Doctor Barakan gloats.

"We're already gonna do that," Will argues, "We don't want it."

"Tough," Doctor Barakan says, "No take-backs. I own you now."

Will and Terra use that light inside them to fight back, but it makes them tired.

His plan to change their DNA to turn them into something the galaxy hasn't seen in a century is working!

In time, he and Chancellor Urza will get what they want.

They will end the four hundred year war by using Will and Terra's lives.

2 years later...

"Woohoo! Flying is fun!" Yune Darrak loves driving his hoverbike through the capital city of New Cerillia on Masaka.

He smooth talks his way into a club that's in a bad part of town in order to capture a criminal named Avik Coval.

Uh oh. It looks like he's not the only one after Avik.

Yune's friend and former crewmate is here, too.

"You got taller," his friend, Zaf Bixim, laughs.

"I did not," Yune said. But it's a lie.

The man Yune is looking for gets into a shootout with Yune and Zaf and escapes capture!

Yune and Avik go on a high speed chase through the city.

It's very dangerous.

Yune captures the bad guy and gets back the artifact he was hired to find.

It's a red crystal the size of a golf ball that belongs to some alien monks.

It's worth a lot of money. That's why the bad man stole it.

Yune thinks he's won, but oh no! An old friend-turned-enemy shows up to steal it from him!

When all looks lost, Yune's friend from the club arrives just in time to save him.

Zaf was hired by the same monks to get their special rock back.

He doesn't give it to Yune, but he does tell him that Senator Runell has a hiding place.

Yune needs money. Bringing the Senator to justice would solve his problems.

"I'll do it." He takes the bounty hunting job.

Senator Runell found a hidden place high in the mountains.

Yune lands his ship, the Horizon.

He complains about snow. "It's wet and cold and I don't like it."

While scouting out how to get inside the secret Regent facility, Yune spots something unusual.

Two children are playing under the clear dome protecting the hiding spot.

It's Will and Terra.

But Yune doesn't know that.

"Scientist's kids," he guesses.

He's about to go back to his ship when lights flash in the dome.

Oh no! Both kids suddenly fall to the ground.

Armored Regent troopers spirit them away into the hideout.

This isn't right.

Yune will find out what's going on when he captures Senator Runell.

In order to do that, he'll need help.

Yune calls his best friend, a felorian Ai Hiri sen named Selka Kelnaris.

The two of them will team up to capture Senator Runell.

"Let's go get rich. Yay, money!"

Yune doesn't tell Selka about the kids. Solving this mystery is his side project.

Little did he and his best friend know that his side project would change the course of their lives.

Forever.

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#writing #writeblr community #This was harder to do than I'd though #sci-fi writing #out there the 1k #humans are space orcs #original work #writing as simplistically as possible #writing this was actually very helpful in finding major plot points #I would recommend this tactic.#ngl I burst out laugh when I wrote Yune saying 'Woohoo! Flying is fun!' That's it. That's basically him.

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barbieslayer08 · 1 year

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Today was rough. I masked being content for the better part but now, I'm exhausted. And I don't Wana do this anymore today. I want to be angry, and sad, and stop hiding the fact that the longer I saty away from him the worse I feel. He was aweful to me. Cheated, destroyed my self confidence, he was the last person who ever said I was pretty. The last person who told me I was smart. The last person to hold like they were genuinely afraid to lose me. And all of a sudden it was gone. And just like that it was gone. Huddenly I was fat, and stupid, and every fight ended with him telling me that I'm so unhappy with him then I knew where the door was. It broke me a little bit more every time. Made me feel like a lesser person each time.

I got to know him as my best friend. He cared for me. Apologized when he acted like an ass. It genuinely hurt him when he made me cry. Now I'm 33, still never married with 2 kids. And I can't get a single to actually ask me on a single date. Not a coffee, nothing. No one wants me. I don't even want me. I truly feel like a waste of a person, but I can't bring myself to actually end it. It's selfish ,bc aside from my kids no one would be bothered by it. Not a single person. The only ppl at my funeral tomorrow, would be my dad, maybe my kids, and all of 2 friends. That's it. I don't have anyone else. No one to depend on, no one I can trust, no one that would atleast fake care about me. I don't even want someone to bang, I want someone to come over and hold me, tell me I mean something to them, to tell me I'm pretty bc I long ago forgot how to tell those word to myself. For year I've been told by everyone else, even my own mom, my dad, both sisters, friends, and men who claimed the loved me that lesser. And I listen bc I didn't realize I had a voice in my own narrative in life. I'm still struggling to find my voice, like learning how to talk again. To unlearn all the self hate talk. I'm not good at learning other languages. As always it's nice to finally say any of this. Even when no one reads it. I atleast I know that when I inevitably die, some where I the sub reach of the internet that will exist for no purpose, will be this, my memoir of sorts. Maybe someone can make a it book some day. Maybe I'll make it my kids final task for me. To make the final update about when and how I die. If I'm lucky it'll be something interesting, more then likely it'll be a heart attack, or stroke. I just hope I'm found to late. It sucks enough to be dead inside. Let alone half dead outside. Well, time to go. Maybe one day I'll be able to update this with out being so damn depressing.

#lifedump

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visibun · 8 days

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long, personal rant under the cut. i just need to scream into the void for a second.

i just have to say. the longer that i have to be exposed to my obvious transphobe of a "father," the happier that i am that i can see myself resembling my mom more and more with each passing day that i've been on HRT for over 3.5 years.

i love looking in the mirror and seeing the parent that loved me, no matter what. i know that she would be happy for me and all of my changes, and would have loved to get to know her new daughter if she were still here. i'm glad that i'm starting to resemble that angel, instead of resembling that other sad, miserable monster that's never really loved anyone else besides his own mom and dad (and i really did start to resemble him more before starting HRT, which is the disgusting part).

i hope that every time he looks at me, he realizes how badly he's failed as both a husband to his wife, and a father to any of his kids. i want my growing beauty and happiness to fucking burn him alive like he deserves. hate me all you want, you pathetic, old bastard, but i'm happier than you've ever been in life, and you're never taking that shit away from me again. i refuse to stoop down to your level of petty ignorance. life has too much potential to be beautiful for me to want to end up anything like you (a miserable, lonely, hate-fueled fucker that goes out of his way to be mad and never experience happiness).

one day, i'll be able to get away from you once and for all. one day, i'll be able to experience life and happiness, the likes of which i've never seen before because of your presence. one day, i'll say my last "bye" to you, and never have to look at you again. then you can stay here, in this broken house that you (and two other parasites) prevented from ever truly being a home, finally alone and isolated as you've always wanted. you can wake up alone, be mad and ignorant alone, and go to sleep alone. the exact end result that you've apparently always been gunning for, brought to you on a silver fucking platter while i learn to heal and love myself far away from you, and surround myself with people who will want to love and care about me, and both accept and respect me for who i am. things that i tragically need to get from people who aren't even related to me, since that's apparently too much to ask for from the sad fuck that elected to have me in the first place.

your son is dead, and i fucking killed him with my bare hands. i won't let you break me next like you broke him, you ignorant cunt. fuck you for trying.

#v.txt

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒-Part 1

Pairings: yandere mafia leader!baekhyun x reader

Genre: suggestive, smut in later chapters, angst probs, fluff here and there but its very lowkey

《teaser next》

Warnings: kidnapping, drug use, alcohol consumption, baeks kinda crazy, pet names, master kink, spanking (he literally spanks her once), choking (not in a kinky way), mentions of blood and murder

Word count: 4.9k

Tag list: @wooya1224 @geniusloey tell me if you want to be tagged!!

⚠️ this is purely fictional and not how I imagine baekhyun to actually act. If you feel like you're in a situation like this please run and report it. I do not support this behavior.

How long has it been? 3 or 5 days? Maybe even a week. You didnt know nor did you care. But why would you? You've gave up caring ever since your boyfriend, Sungho was murdered right in front of you, but you couldn't even see who the murderer was which drove you insane.

Tears and blood stained your pretty skin that night, so much agony and rage ran through your veins. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and scream until you passed out. But its been days since you've gotten a proper good night's sleep and it was eating you away ever so slowly. Everytime you closed your eyes, you remembered that dreadful day, Sungho's screams, the terror on his beautiful face, his lifeless bloody body. What did he do to deserve death? Why did it have to be him?

"Y/n! Y/n, its been four days please come out of your room!" It was the familiar voice of your mother and her knocking that brought you back to reality. She was almost begging, she hasn't seen you since you locked yourself away that night so you couldnt blame her for being worried, but you were fine. "I'm coming in."

She pushed your door open to see you cuddling your blanket with no emotion on your face. You looked at her with barely any care and rolled over, facing away from her.

She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "You know y/n, we'll get to the bottom of this and have them put behind bars. It's gonna be ok-"

"No its not," you rasped from not using your voice in so long, "I dont even know what the murderer looked like, how can we put them behind bars!?" There was a small pause, she knew finding them wasnt likely which hurt you like hell, but she was still trying her best to comfort you.

"...At least come out of your room, everyone's worried." Your mother pleaded and though you really didnt want to move, you didnt want to upset or worry anyone any further so you got up.

With a smile, she did the same and led you downstairs to where you dad and sister were. They tensed when they saw you, but nonetheless smiled sadly, thanking the heavens you were okay.

"You look horrible..." your sister, Haeun, commented making you cringe. It wasnt like she was wrong, you spent four days not taking a shower and sitting in the same clothes so of course you looked bad, who wouldn't.

You excused yourself and went into the kitchen grabbing the first thing you saw, a bottle of vodka. Now it wasnt the best drink you could've had, but you decided to drink away your pain and suffering since you couldnt take the heart ache any longer.

"Shes doing it again." Your mother whispered but you heard her clear as day. "Shouldnt we stop her?"

"What for? She won't listen and she's traumatized. There's nothing much we could do right now." Your dad spoke with sadness watching as you took a quick swig from the substance.

Normally, you're not one to drink vodka but now it felt good, maybe too good. The more you drank it, the less pain you were in. It could last forever, you thought, but nothing lasts forever.

As you poured yourself another drink, you started wondering about Sungho again. If there were an afterlife, was he happy there? Would he be watching over you, making sure you were happy and healthy?If only it were that simple.

Though you and him were starting to drift off a bit, you still cared and loved him and now you're starting to take everything you guys went through for granted. Its what you get.

Standing up, you left the kitchen a bit dizzy from only drinking alcohol and having nothing else in your system and went back upstairs to take a shower. You decided after drinking, you wanted to go to the club you always go to. Normally, you didnt go on a Thursday, but you thought since you haven't been out in a while that it would be good to leave and breathe in the fresh air.

You took a fairly quick shower and your hair and makeup didnt take long either. Finally stopping to look at yourself in the mirror, your saw how pale and tired you were. Almost lifeless. You figured that once you finally have a good time, it would all go away and you'd be happy again.

"Where are you going?" You jumped at the voice of Haeun who appeared out of nowhere.

"To the club." You stated nonchalantly,

Haeun frowned, "Thats not a good idea, all you'll do is drink until you pass out. And there's always weirdos waiting for their turn with someone vulnerable like that."

A smile formed on your face trying to lighten up the mood a bit, "Ill be fine. I promise nothing bad will happen."

Haeun sighed, almost sounding like a bratty child who didn't get their way because she knew she wouldn't change your mind no matter how hard she tried. It sucked to have a stubborn sibling like yourself.

Sehun rolled his eyes at the sight of Baekhyuns scheduled flirting session. The girl was dressed in barely anything and he could tell she was probably Baekhyuns new toy for the night as he started getting handsy with her. But Sehun could see how Baekhyuns eyes weren't always looking at her. Instead, they sometimes searched passed the girl in hopes to find something else. He knew what, actually who he was searching for so he never asked or mentioned it.

He remembered you perfectly. Your calm and sleeping figure laying peacefully on your boyfriends chest. It was a shame he had to wake you up while he killed the man. And it was a shame to see such a pretty girl cry and scream with such fright in her eyes.

But Sehun didn't feel that bad, he did what he was supposed to do with only a little remorse.

"Sehun," Baekhyun called, the younger lifted his head waiting for him to continue, "Are you sure you didn't hurt my little toy the other day?"

Sehun scoffed, "If I did, I'd be dead by now, hyung."

The man chuckled sadistically , "She hasn't been here in a while," Baekhyun looked up from the girl and turned to Sehun, "Its only safe to ask."

"Hyung, I told you before that shes probably scared." Sehun face palmed when Baekhyun glared at him.

"A little red shouldnt effect someone that bad."

"I kil-" Sehun stopped what he was about to say, forgetting about the girl straddling Baekhyuns lap and cleared his throat, "Shes not used to stuff like that, Baek."

He didn't care about what Sehun said and ignored the youngests pointless blabbering, returning his attention back the girl only for a short amount of time until something caught his attention.

You walked in his club with confidence and beauty not giving any staring man the time of day and took your usual seat at the bar. After ordering your drink, you put your head in your arms and Baekhyun grinned.

Now was his chance, there's no way anyone will get in his way and there was no way he'd let this chance go.

"Stay here." Baekhyun said to Sehun, pushing the girl off him as he stood up. She almost pulled him back but he gave her such a terrifying death glare that made her stop.

"Theres no way youre actually gonna go talk to her...right?" Sehun questioned a bit shocked that Baekhyun was actually going to you after so long.

"Of course I am, I'll be back." With that, Baekhyun walked away from the two with only one thing on his mind: you.

He waltzed with a smirk of pure evil. What would he do? Only God knew, but he couldnt help himself when he saw your pretty face.

All eyes watched Baekhyun stop next to you, astonished that he went to talk to a girl and not the other way around, "Excuse me sweetheart," You popped your head up in the direction Baekhyun spoke, he took a seat next to you with an almost comforting smile when he saw your red cheeks, "But are you okay."

You wanted to spill everything that happened so bad because you needed to get it out, but you didnt know the man and neither did he know you so all you could do was nod, "Im fine."

Baekhyun knew behind your lying eyes was someone in pain and searching for a person to hold, but he couldnt do anything just yet and tried loosening you up to him so he could do what he wanted to do in the first place.

"C'mon sweetheart, you can tell me anything." He smiled that charismatic smile of his, "I'm easy to talk to."

It was believable for the most part and you laughed a bit, the first laugh you actually had since that tragic night, "You seem like a sweet talker," you smirked causing Baekhyun to chuckle, "Whats the catch?"

"There is no catch, I just wanted to know if youre okay. And besides, I could tell you've been crying." He pointed to your tear stained cheeks and you mentally cursed yourself for unintentionally crying just a few moments ago.

"Oh.."

"Dont worry," He chuckled, "Whatever it is im sure you'll get over it." Baekhyun almost failed to hide his sinful smug as you frowned and covered it quickly with a swig of your drink.

But something inside was eating you away about what happened, you needed to let out your emotions and you started caring less and less that he was a stranger. Then again, what if you scared him away? What will happen next?

"At least tell me your name first," You blushed and shyly looked over at him who had an expecting glint in his eyes, "Then maybe ill tell you why I'm so upset."

Baekhyun stretched his hand out in front of him and you gently shook it. Damn he had a strong grip, "My names Byun Baekhyun and you?" He asked as if he didnt know who you were.

"Y/n L/n." You beamed, wondering why his name was so familiar. "So uh- my story..." Fumbling with the drink in your hands, you sighed heavily, "Long story short, my boyfriend was...murdered in front of me." You mumbled the last bit, but you didnt need to repeat yourself as Baekhyun already knew every single detail of that night thanks to Sehun.

Placing a soft hand on your shoulder he whispered with fake sympathy, "I understand now why you're so upset," Liar, "I feel terrible," No he doesn't.

He wiped a stray tear that had slipped down your cheeks and sent you a solemn look.

"I-its in the past i guess." You muttered, "I can't change a thing about it."

Damn right you couldnt. Even if there were some form of time travel, Baekhyun wouldn't dare let you try and change the past because that would mean you weren't entirely his. But since there isn't anything like that, Baekhyun has nothing to worry about except figuring out how to bring you back with him.

"Would you like a glass of water, y/n?" Baekhyun asked quickly as a thought popped into his head. You nodded your head slowly and Baekhyun called over the bartender. You werent really paying attention to him ordering the water and just let your mind slip to the sound of the music and looked around the room, tapping your fingers to the beat, but you stopped when you felt a pair of sharp eyes watching you from somewhere. You looked here and there before stopping on a man that was a about a few inches taller than Baekhyun. He had a eerie grin on his face when you noticed him, then he winked.

Chills went down your spine and you spun yourself around in your chair facing forwards causing Baekhyun to raise an eyebrow but he didnt question it.

"Heres the water." He handed the drink over and you thanked him before taking a sip. It tasted a bit weird but not all water tasted the same, though it was slightly dry for water.

"So tell me about yourself, y/n." Baekhyun checked his watch, all he needed was fifteen minutes then you were all his. "You seem like an interesting person." He looked up and smiled.

"Well," You thought about what was possibly interesting enough to tell him, "Im in my second year of college!" A smile crossed your lips.

"Oh really? Where do you go?" Baekhyun did seem interested to know some parts of your life. Somehow, you caught his attention like that. Thats why Sehun was a surprised when he finally made his move with you.

"Seoul of Performing Arts." You beamed. It was the happiest moment in your life when you got accepted and all of your family members, extended and close, celebrated your acceptance, "My boyfriend, Sungho, went there too."

He just about rolled his eyes but replaced it with a nod and a fake warm smile. If you knew him better, you'd know that smile was only him clenching his jaw in anger.

"How cute." The glint in his eyes proved he was lying and maybe you were too stupid or innocent to notice when you took another sip of water.

He watched and wished his plan could go faster, he was excited to have fun with his pretty little toy and he couldnt wait any longer.

"What about you?" You raised a brow. There was still something in your gut that made you feel like you knew him. And you still wondered why. Was he someone famous in the city? Maybe you've heard your friends mention him here and there? What was it about him that was so familiar?

"You'll know soon enough kitten." You frowned at the pet name as he pat your head like you were a small child yet you chose to ignore it.

It was a bit outlandish and made you more skeptical to know who he was.

"Thats not very reassuring, Baekhyun." Your quirked.

"Why tell you when I can just show you?" He leaned in, mocking your now pouty lips and chuckled, "The drugs should be setting in by now."

You lifted your head up with wide eyes, "Wait what?" Did you hear him right? Did he say what you thought he said? "What do you mean drugs!?" You said with awestruck as your heart raced in fear. You hoped to god he was just joking

The man before you smirked that unpleasant smirk of his, almost like the guy you saw before and you started panicking more, knowing he wasn't kidding. You tried to get up and run but you felt so woozy in a matter of seconds. Not to mention the sudden pain in your stomach that made you want to throw up. What was Baekhyuns plan? Why did he do this!? You thought at least one thing could go right tonight and maybe you could have fun, but you were wrong. So so wrong.

Trying to leave the club building, you knew you wouldn't make it but you still wanted to attempt an escape. It didn't have to be like this. Each step made it harder to move and your eyes started drooping. It was too late for you.

Already collapsed on the ground, people gasped and stared at your almost lifeless body as Baekhyun tilted his head to the side, "She tried, ill give her that." He walked over and crouched down next to you, moving the hair out of your pale face, "But not hard enough."

In an instant, your body was thrown over the man's shoulder. No one commented on anything that happened in fear that they could be next. It was impossible to say that they felt bad either, they were just glad it didn't happen to themselves.

"Sehun," He called out to the younger male but Sehun was already ahead of him, "You drive." He tossed him the keys.

With a nod they both walked out, you on Baekyuns shoulder as he took you to the expensive car. Gently, he placed you down in backseat, putting your seatbelt on for you, and climbed in on the other side to sit next to you.

"All this just for a girl." Sehun shook his head but needless to say he still smirked, "Youre loosing yourself, hyung." The car sparked and drove off into the night, no cops came searching. They knew better. And neither was there news of your kidnapping, the city stayed quiet.

Sure once your parents realized you were gone they'd start freaking out, but would they dare mess with Baekhyun? Would anyone actually try to mess with him? The mafia could easily answer that with an optimistic no. Remember, Baekhyun had power. No one is going to stop him.

"How long will she be out for?" Sehun asked.

Baekhyun shrugged, "Like an hour or two." He was excited for your life with him now, he knew you were finally his after a year of watching you come and go in his club, plus the small stalking he did when he wanted to see you, and he could only smile. No one can get in between him and your love anymore. "Shes gonna love it when she gets home!"

Sehun chuckled at Baekhyuns almost child like enthusiam and started, "She seems a bit innocent," he paused, looking back at your passed out body in the mirror before returning back to the road, "Normally women don't look off into space when someone's buying them a drink."

"Maybe she's a bit slow, but she wouldn't be here with me if that didn't happen."

The candle flickered in the dark as you awoke on a strange bed. You're head was pounding a bit as you tried looking around at your unfamiliar surroundings. What happened? Was your first thought and you started questioning where you were too. You knew something wasn't right but you couldn't understand why.

You tried getting up only to be locked in place by restraints on your wrists. They were only silk but they were tied tight enough to keep you still. Tilting your head in confusion, you heard foot steps coming towards the door and stopping for a mere few seconds before the door handle twisted.

You anticipated what was going to happen, you didnt even know what was going on in the first place, but you remembered the man standing in front of you.

"B-Baekhyun..?"

"Hey, kitten." That sinister smile was plastered on his face. You were sure it held more meanings then just one.

"Where a-am i?"

He almost cooed at your curiosity but composed himself, "At my mansion, where you'll be staying from now on."

There was a moment where you had to think, interestingly enough what Baekhyun said didnt even frighten you in the slightest, but then again you were high off the drug.

"C-Can you u-untie my hands please?" Your voice was soft and quiet, Baekhyun noticed you werent fully aware of your surroundings and complied, untying the silk from your wrists.

Your eyes were a little dilated when you looked at him. He was gorgeous, you had to give him that, though you wanted to remember why something wasn't sitting right with him. "Baekhyun?"

He looked up with a hum.

"Who...are y-you to me?" You squinted your eyes at the man who sat on the bed next to you, drawing small shapes on your thigh in a sort of loving manner.

"Your boyfriend, y/n."

Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?

"I have a boyfriend..?" You muttered and asked more to yourself than to him, but he snickered, knowing way more than you did.

"Kitten you drank too much, go back to sleep." He lied and pushed your shoulders down so you were flat against the mattress.

"I-i did?" You whined when Baekhyun kissed your cheek. He always wanted to kiss more than your cheek, he couldnt bring himself to do that unless you were fully conscious for him.

"Yes baby girl, so get some sleep."

You grumbled, "I-Im not t-tired."

Baekhyun sighed, "Then what would the pretty girl like to do?"

You perked up on the mattress and grinned, "Im hungry!"

"Youre hungry?" Baekhyun repeated with a smile at your small childlike energy and you nodded back, "I can ask someone to make you something if you'd like."

"Please!"

He stood up, waiting for you to do the same but since you weren't very awake, you stumbled a bit.

Baekhyun settled with carrying you to the mansions kitchen, awing at your cuteness the whole time. It was a bit of a walk but luckily you were light.

Sitting you down, Baekhyun walked off, finding someone to cook for you. In your state, you felt a bit lonely, only knowing Baekhyun and not your surroundings, it made you feel a bit lost. It shocked you too how you didnt remember Baekhyun being your boyfriend, you started question the relationship between the two of you more.

"Princess i got you your favorite dish!" He walked in with a plate of jjajangmyeon and set it down in front of you.

Your mouth was watering and you were ready to dig in before wondering, "H-How do you know m-my favorite dish?"

Baekhyun hesitated at the question before clearing his throat and spoke with a raised brow, "We're dating y/n, why wouldn't I know what you like?"

"Uh yeah..right...." you dug in, your mind was starting to clear up a bit, not enough for you to fully remember anything though. But the more you thought, the more consciousness you regained.

Baekhyun watched as you gobbled down the meal with full satisfaction. This wouldn't be the first time he's watched you and neither would it be the last. He liked knowing you were eating well and were healthy so he was proud.

"I-im done!"

"Good girl. Now wait for me to come back so we can go to bed, okay?" You nodded and sat patiently as he took your plate and waited for your boyfriend to come back.

A few moments later, Baekhyun still was no where to be seen and your mind was slowly coming back, "N-no...wait." mumbling to yourself, you figured it out in just mere seconds and remembered that your boyfriend was brutally murdered four days ago in front of you. After four days you went to the bar to drink away the anguish and met someone, that someone was Byun Baekhyun. After thirty or so minutes of talking to him, you were drugged when you werent paying attention and passed out minutes later. Now you were here at Baekhyuns mansion, lied to and kidnapped. "Oh fuck."

The chair scraped against the floor and you wasted no time running to your hopeful freedom.

But you weren't a lucky person. Oh no you weren't. You were tossed and pushed against the door you were about to open by someone much bigger. He was the same guy you saw at the bar and his smirk was nothing different. Cynical and frightening.

The man stepped closer to you before putting one hand next to your head and whispered, "Are you playing a cat and mouse game with hyung now? How cute." Standing tall, he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you back to where you came. You groaned and tried fighting back, but there was no use, he wasn't going to let go until after he practically threw you into Baekhyuns arms.

You were about to scream at Baekhyun and the no name man until Baekhyun covered your mouth with his hand, "Say something and you'll regret it." He growled into your ear as you shook and fought.

You hummed against him and tried biting his hand and punching his side, but he was like a man of steel and let it happen, only raising his brow like he wanted to hurt you, but didnt.

"Sehun, tell Chanyeol to lock all the doors for the next week or so 'til she learns how to behave."

The man nodded and ran off leaving you two alone. Fear was one way to describe it and the look Baekhyun gave you didnt help.

"Now kitten why would you go and do some shit like that? Are you asking to be punished?" He took his hand off your mouth to let you speak. Baekhyuns aura was much different than earlier. The nice guy was gone and you were left with a man who could kill you with just one look.

You stopped hitting him and screamed viciously, "Fuck you! You're fucking insane!"

"Now now princess," he pressed a hand to your throat, wrapping it tighter and tighter until you felt the oxygen leave your lungs, "It seems as if you're asking for a punishment."

"I-if you...s-so dare to-touch..any other p-part of my body, i-ill....kill you..." You whimpered, grabbing his wrist in attempts to pull him off but Baekhyun was relentless, keeping his grasp tight and painful.

"Stop struggling, you're only making this harder for yourself."

There were two options now, either listen to Baekhyun or fight until you passed out again.

"Princess." His voice held a warning tone and you hesitantly stopped and moments later he loosened his grip, you knew there would be marks by tomorrow, "We are going to bed now. Don't try to run, I have this place guarded up and if you do somehow make it out, be prepared because I will find you and beat your ass until you can't sit for a month. Understand?"

Your stomach did flips and not in a good way, you were scared, "Y-yes."

"Can you say 'yes master'?" His voice went higher as he said the last part to mimic yours.

You sighed, positive if you didnt comply then you'd be here all night, "Yes m-master..."

"Good girl." He kissed your cheek and you almost smacked him in disgust but tried not to act aggressive towards him. You wanted to leave, not be punished by whatever he had in mind. "Call me that from now on."

Baekhyun grabbed your hand and led you to the room you were just in, now that you took a good look, it was a pretty room. There was a red sofa against the wall and some other matching chairs plus a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall facing the bed. You had to admit, he had good taste but he was still insane.

As you sat down on the bed, Baekhyun reached into his draw to pull out a t-shirt and handed it to you with a wide smile, but you raised a brow at the fabric.

"No pants?" You asked.

Baekhyun chuckled, "What for?"

"Because of creeps like you." You grumbled and snatched the shirt that dangled in front of your face before storming off into the connected bathroom. Inside, you could hear Baekhyuns annoying laugh and ignored it, changing into the surprisingly very oversized shirt that went down to your mid thigh.

Taking the clothes you wore earlier, you went back into the room where Baekhyun laid peacefully on the bed, waiting for you.

He only had his boxers on which made you groan in anger and decided to not lay on the bed and instead on the couch near it.

"Princess, what are you doing?" He perched himself on his elbows, watching you throw your clothes on the ground then take the folded blanket on the couch and wrap yourself with it as you laid down.

"Going to sleep, master." You stated coldly with a glare.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, "Get over here." He said, voice low and laced with dominance but you remained still, closing your eyes and pretending as if you were asleep. "Y/n." He warned but there was no reply.

"Thats it." You heard him get up and march to where you laid. Baekhyun picked you up and you yelped at the sudden intrusion and were thrown over his shoulder.

Smacking his back got you nowhere as he threw you down on the bed, pinning both your hands down and hovered over you with a killing look, "Next time you don't listen, ill bend you over my knee."

"Youre all talk, no action." In an instant you were flipped over and a hand landed straight on your bare ass, leaving you shocked and mouth agape.

"Are you sure, kitten? Would you like me to spank you again?"

"N-no."

"No what?"

"N-no master.."

Baekhyun slowly let you go and laid beside you, still a bit irrated. "Now go to sleep."

You couldnt. Not with the lingering fear of what could happen next. Plus, not with his arm wrapped around your waist with a somewhat tight hold. You were just too scared to let your gaurd down. Why shouldn't you be scared though? What if he took advantage of your sleeping body and did something terrible.

There was no way you could get rest now. You could now count this as your fifth day without proper sleep.

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xoxo-bunnydumpling · 2 years

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It was my cancer anniversary today. I feel like I want to talk about it but I don't want to bother anyone so I'll leave it here.

It was 13 years ago today that after 2 days of almost dying in ICU and two and a half months of slowly bleeding to death (turns out it's not extremely normal to still be bleeding heavily for that long after having a baby) they finally pinned down what was wrong with me after an unmedicated bone marrow biopsy during which I was held down by 4 nurses while they drilled into my bones...and they did not stop even when I begged them. They technically saved my life and I try so hard to be grateful. Every year I try so fucking hard to not be angry.

I told Eli this today. I should have told him on the day I went to the ER and had a full blown panic attack over blood draws but I didn't. He knew about the cancer, in fact, it was the first serious conversation we ever had. But sitting down and telling him everything today, telling him WHY I needed to be alone to feed some ducks and buy pants...I don't think he'd put two and two together before. I don't think he knew how close I was to dying, or how I was, or how I'd just had Red not long before.

Red was a baby. Two months and two weeks old when his dad carried me to the car with blood running down my legs...terrible deep dark clotted blood, and zero strength of my own left. When I looked at myself in the side mirror on the way to the hospital, I thought I was already dead. I was so pale, the dark circles under my eyes were so profound...I looked like the only dead body I'd ever seen in my life at that point, my great grandmother, and I wondered if I was about to join her. When I looked over at Jeremy, he was just as pale.

I didn't have enough blood for them to draw. They were in the midst of trying to milk my finger for a few drops when something in my head told me this was it. Say goodbye. You're done for. The world dipped, started to go black. When I woke up, a day later, they told me I said "I'm not done yet". When they told me I had cancer, I know for certain I said no. When they repeated themselves, I said "FUCK THAT". Cowboy up, bitch...you're not gonna fucking die, dying is stupid. I was not sad, I was pissed. I didn't see Red for another month and when he came to see me he looked like a completely different kid...and I was so tapped I spent 10 minutes with him and fell asleep.

I had chemo on and off for two years. Lost my hair twice. Had a stroke, learned to walk again, to swallow, to talk, to write and type, to not shit my pants. All good things to learn and learn again. But I also learned I'd die one day, and how to be scared out of my mind. Up until that point, I really hadn't been scared of much and at 22 with a new baby I surely wasn't aware of my mortality yet. Now some days it's all I can think about. I call Red every day to make sure he's alive. Every time Eli coughs I'm afraid he's having a heart attack. It's not normal...I know. But I also know now, forever doesn't exist. We are here for but a blink of an eye and yet I waste so much of that blink consumed by fear. Death has touched me once and it will take me some day and I think about this more than I care to admit.

But for right now...my husband has my feet in his lap and is asking me how the fuck I fit all this ass in my new jeans. If I know him like I think I do, gentleman that he is...because I've had a doozy of a day, when he stretches himself over me in a few minutes he'll kiss me lazily, slowly, with his hands cradling my face instead of roaming inside my shirt. I don't know what we're doing tomorrow, but the next day, Red will be here to make fun of my clothes, eat all my food, and then ditch me for Fortnite...but at least he'll be here. We'll all be here, together and alive.

Every year I just have to get through today. Two more hours and it's done until next time.

#cancer #cancer anniversary #diagnosis day #survivor #leukemia #bad brain time

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waynewifey · 3 years

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Fading away. —

Pairing: Jason Grace x Roman!DaughterofPluto!Reader

Sumary: after moths of over working, a colapse makes you get into a coma and reflect on your feelings.

Warnings: coma, angst, Pluto as a caring dad, fluff at the end.

Words: +-3k.

A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson Franchise fanfiction, so take it easy on me. This is also my biggest and favourite one. I hope you like this! My requests are always open.

(Y/N) (L/N) had a good reason to hate Jason Grace. How could she not? Jason was so annoying, self centred, selfish, stubborn and worse of all? He dated Piper McLean. Piper was great, (Y/N) knew that and they seemed happy together. But, still, he chose Piper, not (Y/N), his girlfriend back at Camp Jupiter, who he totally forgot about. How come Percy remembered Annabeth but Jason wouldn't remember (Y/N)? And when he recovered his memory, he chose Piper. But she also loved him still, and seeing him hurt like a bullet going straight through her heart. She decided to spend a year at Half-Blood Camp to stay with her half-brother Nico Di Angelo when Gaea were defeated. She thought she could manage to see him almost every day, but she couldn't. So she started doing anything to get her mind occupied. Going on meaningless quests, travelling to New York randomly, volunteering for literally any service in the camp and barely sleeping — because sleeping meant dreams.

"It doesn't have to be like that, (Y/N)." Her brother gave her another shot of Nectar. The sunlight that entered Hades' cabin was leaving slowly as they talked, (Y/N) leaned on her bed watching her fingertips become solid again.

"I'll learn how to do it right and I promise I won't push myself too much, but I can't stop practicing." She avoided eye contact with Nico, feeling ashamed of herself. After all, she was supposed to be the one taking care of him, since she was older. She came back from a "quest" for her father, that was staying a weekend on the Underworld. She started using Shadow Travel to get there. The problem? She had no idea how hard it was, and she almost died every time. He sighted.

"I'm not talking about Shadow Travel. You should talk to Jason and sort this out. You're almost killing yourself everyday doing the craziest stuff just to keep your mind off him. He already broke up with Piper, what's stopping you now? I'm your brother and it pains me to see you suffering, I won't just sit and watch while you literally desapear." He got up and walked to the door. The (h/c) girl forced a smile so he believed she was fine. Nico left the cabin.

After hours reflecting and thinking, she heard the trumpets that announced the convocation to a game of Capture the Flag. Since she was feeling better, she changed her clothes and walked outside. The teams were: cabins 1, 4, 5, 9, 12, 14, 18, 21, 23, 27, 28, 29 vs. cabins 2, 6, 7, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, 20, 24, 25, 26. They started the game. (Y/N) had to protect the boundary with a kid from Hipnos' cabin while a group attacked the opponent's flag and another protected their territory and their flag. Everything was going as planned, she hadn't seen anyone yet. Out of the sudden, she saw a blond guy running in their direction with a sword. Oh hell no, Jason Grace wouldn't attack her like that. But he did.

"What the hell?!" She screamed, reacting to the blade flying in her direction. Her teammate was asleep. She defended herself with her own sword and counterattacked. He invested against her leg, trying to make her fall. Her instincts took place, she jumped, attacked again and they started a meaningless battle. Jason looked the same as always. He was almost the same Jason that used to take her on cute dates in New Rome. But he fought like a greek. And that was when it hit her, he changed. The mixture of love and hate made her loose her senses for a bit, giving Jason the lead. He focused on her leg but hesitated to hit it, giving her time to get back on the fight. She knocked him to the floor, her foot on his chest and her blade on his neck, when she heard footsteps approaching quickly. Of course. It was a trap. She turned around and saw a son of Hebe holding her team's flag running, followed by two daughters of Hephaestus. She grabbed a knife from her belt and threw it to his leg, hitting exactly where she wanted. She then grabbed Jason's blade and Shadow Travelled. For a moment everything was fine, while she drowned into darkness, but then she couldn't get out. She saw her father's face mixed in the dark. He raised his hand and touched her face, than she was back at the forest. Realising not even a second had gone through, she attacked the — injured — boy and the two gigantic girls at the same time. She wasn't really expecting to defeat them, just trying to win some time so, hopefully, someone would come help her. The boy dropped the flag and got a small sword. The two girls had hammers... oh. The three of them attacked at the same time and she protected herself with Jason's sword, which flew away. She was out of hopes when a figure appeared beside her and started fighting them.

"What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to help me, we're enemies, remember?" She said, fighting Hebe's son.

"I guess you're welcome then." Jason replied smiling, fighting the hammers-girls. (Y/N) sighted in annoyance. Seconds later, her teammates came running from the enemies' territory with a flag and the three-people group surrendered. Everyone started screaming and celebrating. (Y/N)'s head hurt with the noise and she looked to her brother, feeling numb.

"Hey, can we talk?" Jason said, getting in front of her with a big smile. He was proud of himself for helping her? Of course he was. He was going to take all the credit for her team's win. The anger rose inside of her burning everything. She furrowed her eyebrows and with the last energy that remained in her body, she tried to Shadow Travel for the perhaps hundredth time that day.

She fell into the darkness while feeling her body desapear quickly. Her heart was very accelerated but then it stopped. She saw herself at the barks of Lete's river. I'm dead., she thought. The desperation started taking over. She remembered the face of all her friends. Her siblings, Hazel and Nico. Her mother. Her best friend Reyna. Camp Jupiter. New Rome. The Lar Vitellius. Lares? Lares! Maybe she could go back as a ghost! She would at least see her friends again.

"Didn't expect to see you this soon." A voice said with humor. She turned around, as always enlighten by her father's presence. But his face was sad. Not the everyday-sad-Pluto, but the my-daughter-just-died-sad-Pluto.

"Am I d-... dead?" The anxiety forbid her from crying in front of her father. The one she never knew and once she did, she didn't want to disappoint him.

"Yes and no. You see, my darling, there are things more powerful then death. Right now, your physical being is exhausted from travelling through darkness and light — which I told you not to, but we'll talk about this later, you have a decision to make. You're body is surrendering to Death out of hopelessness. But your soul, on the other hand, still fights for the heart beating in your chest. And your conscious, the controller of both body and soul, has to decide which one of them you'll support right now. As Lord of the Death that's all I can say to you. But as your father, I would like to say that we have a room for you in the castle, if you'd like that. And also, I feel obligated to show you what is happening on Earth." When he finished his words, an image formed in the air, sort of an Iris message, but no one saw them. (Y/N) saw herself laying on the grass, surrounded by some campers, Nico and Jason.

She was watching them from above. Jason put two fingers on her neck, trying to feel her pulse. She — the one in the Underworld — gasped as the blond boy whispered 'nothing'. She glanced at her father, who had a pained expression as he stared at Nico freaking out. Her brother had his hands on her chest and was murmuring something in greek. Then, he opened his eyes, filled with tears of desperation, and glanced at Jason, who didn't look any better. She wanted to scream and go back to up there, but her voice wouldn't come out of her throat.

"Half of her is already gone." Nico struggled to say. Everyone around gasped. "I can't Shadow Travel with her, it- it would k-kill the other half..."

"Let's take her to the Infirmary. Everything's gonna be fine. She'll be okay." Will Solace had appeared in the crowd and kneed down to take (Y/N) in the arms, being helped by the other two. As they walked, (Y/N) held herself in her arms, sobbing. She didn't want to die, not like that. The image faded away and Pluto hugged her. He never did that before. She left out all her emotions through the cry. Her father caressed her back and gently kissed the top of her head.

"Now you see, my child, what those on Earth are going through. You have a family up there. And if you'd ask me, Jason Grace is a good person, even being a son of my brother. You have a choice, so make it wisely." Pluto said, not backing away from the hug. She nodded and he immediately knew what her choice was. "You know I'd love to have you here with me, but I'd love even more to see you happy. Don't be reckless. And listen to your brother. You don't have to worry to come see me, I'll make sure to visit you during your recovery." As he said that, a white door appeared out of nowhere. "Here's your carpool." The girl started to walk to the door, when she heard Pluto say: "(Y/N) I lo-... Good luck." She smiled to him and went through into the door. It felt like eons in the nothingness. She felt so much pain all over her body. Then she gained conscience. She didn't knew how long it had passed. She also couldn't open her eyes or say anything, but she knew she was laying down something comfortable, a bed, perhaps. But she could hear perfectly well.

"... and I'm so sorry you had to die for me to gain the courage to say this. Please come back to us... Come back to me. Nico barely leaves this room and nor do I, Will had to force him to go eat. It's not the same without you, (Y/N/N), it really isn't." Jason's words gave her the urge to cry, but she couldn't. It was like her body had shutdown completely. She felt his warm hands on her cold ones and after that, a door was opened. Footsteps. Only one person. Jason didn't move. Someone sat down next to them.

"Dad- I mean, Hades said she will be okay." It was Nico's voice. He sounded extremely tired.

"Didn't he say that last month?" Grace was annoyed, but he didn't stop holding her hand.

"I know, I wish I could do more... I'm... I'm sorry Jason." The blond sighted.

"I should be the one to be saying that. I know there's nothing else to do. I'm sorry for putting the blame on you. It's just- if we've talked before, nothing of this would have happened. If only I was brave enough..." (Y/N) felt weak and her consciousness was back at nothing again. When she heard something again, it looked like a lot of time had passed by, but she wasn't sure at all. Jason's voice was happy as he told her his plans to the future.

"I realised you would like to work with me training the legion. You're obviously skilled and the payment is quite good. And I've heard they are planning to build a village here as well, but I don't know if you-..." Every time she tried to stay conscious, she felt weaker. 'Rest', her father's voice said inside of her head, so she let herself.

Some time...? A long time...? She didn't knew. But the next time she heard, she was way stronger. She waited until then, so she could stay longer and try to understand her emotions. She heard almost an entire day. Her friends entered and left cabin 13 — she found out that she was there. Some of them talked "to" her, some just sat there in silence. When alone, Nico talked a lot about Will Solace. (Y/N) smiled mentally. Then Jason entered. She could already recognise the sound he made walking. He sat beside her bed and held her hand, as usual.

"Hello, princess. You look better." She reunited all the strength she had storage and sent it all to her right hand. She softly squeezed Jason's hand, for a small portion of second, trying to say 'hi'. She felt exhausted. He gasped.

"She just squeezed my hand!" He screamed, laughing. Nico jumped out of his bed, laughing as well. They both stared at her, waiting for more. "You're there, right? I knew you were! It's been long months, but you're getting better. Don't work too hard. We'll see each other soon, don't worry." He kissed her forehead. After that, it was easy for her to let go and dive into her sleep again.

She was slowly getting better. She noticed her comas were smaller now, and she got stronger every time. She started communicating by squeezing people's hand. One time for 'yes' and two times for 'no'. But it still was exhausting. She met with her father a couple times through dreams, but it never lasted long. She was sick of it. She wanted to jump out of the bed and run through all the camp. She was alone with Jason, as he talked about the last time he went to Camp Jupiter, telling every change. She slowly forced herself to open her eyes. It wasn't for too long, just enough for her to see the big smile he had while talking, her favourite blond hair and how he gesticulated while speaking. By that time, her feelings were completely lined. She declined her childishness and stubbornness to accept the fact that she obviously loved him. Her lips were able to form a small smile. He hadn't noticed her yet. I can do this, she thought.

"J." She whispered for the first time in five months. Her eyes were already closed again. He gasped.

"Did you just say J? That's me! I'm here, i'm right here, love. Can you hear me?" She squeezed his hand one time. Yes. He chortled. "You're so strong. I miss you so much." He started softly crying. She squeezed his hand two times. No. Don't cry, she wanted to say. "Alright, 's fine, 's fine. Gods, you're coming back. I bet Aphrodite is watching us closely." He chuckled but suddenly stopped. "I forgot we haven't talked about that yet, i'm sorry. I don't wanna be intrusive, you know. It's just, by what Nico has told me, well, you still liked me." She squeezed two times. "That's... that's great, love. But don't worry about that just yet. You should take some rest now, my love."

Five days. She had woken up every single one of them, but only listening. No squeezes, no talking, no looking. Just storing strength. She knew she was close to fully waking up. She was already able to keep track of the days. It was a Sunday, the day she received the most visits. It should be morning, because she only heard Nico's snorting. She slowly opened her eyes. The same place. Different clothes. She wondered who had changed them. Perhaps Will did. She systematically moved her arms, pushing herself to sit. Her back was laying at wall. She took a deep breath. It was going fine. She wanted to wake Nico up, but she decided to wait to see if she would be able to actually stay awake. About an hour later, Nico woke up by himself. He yawned and turned to her bed. She looked at him with a big smile. He jumped out of bed.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)! You're up! How- Wait! I need to- Wait! Don't fall asleep, I'll be right back!" She blinked slowly to sign 'ok'. He was back moments running later with a bunch of teenagers in pyjamas. They all froze at the door, staring at her. Hazel, Frank, Annabeth, Percy, Jason and even Piper. Hazel was the first one to wake up from the trance. She ran to her sister and hugged (Y/N).

"Ouch." She managed to say, reacting to the tight hug that made her head hurt.

"Right, sorry! I forgot. Wait, you speak!" Hazel answered and laughed. All of the others joined in, amazed by her friend, and started talking, telling everything she had missed. (Y/N) couldn't speed properly, only a few words like 'hi', 'ow', 'miss' and 'food'. Later that day, Will came to check on her. He said everything looked just fine, but that she should rest.

"Hey." Zeus' son said, once they were alone.

"Hi."

"Gods, it's so good to finally hear you again. I've talked to myself for a long time." They giggled softly. (Y/N) wasn't showing any signs of it, but that day had been extremely tiring. Her entire body hurt but she couldn't give up just yet.

"I... heard." She whispered. "A bit." Her eyes tried to close but she opened them wide, fighting her own nature. Jason noticed that.

"Hey, no need to over do it.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"Sleep... here." She begged, placing her hand beside her. He froze for a moment, embarrassed. And then, with a rubor across his face, he sat on the bed beside her. She laid her head on his chest and quickly fell asleep.

“Go to sleep, love. We have all the time in the world.”

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sophialikesthings · 3 years

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Song-No Body,No Crime-Taylor Swift

Numb. the deprivation of feelings or emotions.

That's what I was standing in that field moments after I witnessed what happened.

"Come on, We should go." JJ rubbed my back.

"We don't have a car, dumbass." Kiara insulted him.

"We can hide out in the hanger." Pope pointed

We carefully scanned the room making sure nobody else was there.

I just went to a corner and curled myself up into a ball and sat there, questioning my sanity for still loving him.

"There goes the gold!" JJ looked up at the plane that just took off.

"Fuck!" Pope yelled, throwing something he found at the wall. He grabbed anything he could carry and threw it all, things were thrown all over, shattered glass carpeting the floor.

"I need to go see him." I got up.

"What? Demi are you insane?" JJ asked.

"I am because I still love him and I don't know how to stop." I broke down again.

"I'm scared that if I leave him, That will happen to me."

===

"Demi, I don't think it's a good time right now." Rose opened the door.

"Rose, I know what happened, and you and I both know he needs me right now. So please, let me see him."

"He is in the den." She let me inside.

"What are you doing here?" Ward asked as he vigorously washed his hands trying to get her blood off of them.

"I came to see Rafe, I- I know what happened Mr.Cameron, and I promise I won't tell a soul." I put on my fake face.

"So can I see him?"

"Yes, he is in the den." He pointed at the door.

I carefully opened the door and saw a distressed Rafe contemplating on the couch.

"D-Demi." he got up.

"I saw what happened, I wanted to say goodbye to Sarah and when I got there you shot her."

"I was protecting my father, I was protecting our future!" He paced.

"Calm down!" I pulled his arm towards me. "Rafe...you have done some of the most horrendous things to me and somehow I always go back to you, I don't know why? But I do."

"Don't say that. I do what I think will protect you." He hugged me.

"Mind if I come in?" Ward asked.

"I'll go." I was about to get up.

"No, no Demi stay," Rafe asked. "Is she alive?"

Ward shook his head causing Rafe to sink into me.

"What did you tell the cops? Are they coming here?"

"I told them John B did it." Ward walked over to his desk.

"Demi, I need you to take him up to his room, get him all cleaned up." He told me " take a shower change your clothes. If anybody asked you were working all day, doin' maintenance on the druthers."

"No, Rose knows I wasn't here."

"I will talk to Rose, okay?"

"Come on." I got up and took Rafes' hand.

===

"I was protecting him." Rafe continued to tell me.

"I know, can you take your shirt off, please you need to shower." I turned the water on.

"Will you join me?" He asked.

"Rafe."

"Please, I just don't want to be left alone, because If I am, I'm scared I might do something."

"Fine."

===

"I'm gonna go check in on Wheezie, I'll be back in a minute." I got up

"Hey, wheeze."

"Hey, did you come to ignore me too?" She asked looking up from her phone

"No, but I did come to hang out with you." I got a text.

I am sorry for nagging you about staying

with Rafe, I understand you are just trying to

keep your loved ones safe

Demi

Yeah, I was trying to keep you safe.

"Who are you texting?" Wheezie asked piercing over my shoulder.

"Huh? Oh, just Topper."

"Well, I'm tired, you can stay if you'd like, or you can go bang my brother." She nonchalantly said lying down.

"Whoa! What?" She caught me off guard.

"You know what I mean, you and my brother bang, like constantly."

"You know wheeze, sometimes I wish we didn't." I lied down next to her. "I mean, I feel like it adds unneeded pressure to our relationship."

"For what it's worth, you have really nice glute muscles." She made me laugh.

"I love you wheeze." I tossed my arm over her, hugging her.

"I love you too, you are like another cool sibling."

We both drifted to sleep.

===

"Do you hear that?" I got woken up by Wheezie.

"Huh?"

I heard Rafe in the other room muttering to himself. I got up and went to check on him, Wheezie behind me.

"Hey, What are you doin'?" I walked over to him, placing a kiss on his bicep where my face stood due to our height difference of almost afoot.

"Tossin' this crap." He threw a bunched-up pile of shirts into a worn-out backpack.

"Isn't this where John B was staying?" I questioned

"Yeah, well, I don't think he's gonna be by anytime soon to pick it up, so--"

"Why?" Wheezie interrogated.

"Did you say why?" He looked at her, confused.

"Didn't Dad tell you?"

"He doesn't tell me anything, so." She sighed, propping her head up on her hands.

"Um... so, John B... Killed Sheriff Peterkin." He acted sad.

"What?"

"Yeah." He tried to get her to believe him.

"Are you smiling right now? I'm not joking. Like, this isn't a game. I don't--"

Wheezie looked away as if she was bored of the story Rafe was telling her.

He slapped the bedpost almost hitting her face, causing both of us to wince out of fear.

"Hey, calm down." I pulled him back slightly.

"I don't know why you're smiling, okay? Look at me. I saw it with my own two eyes." He lied.

It hurt me, to know that I would have to lie to Wheezie. It made me sick just how easy Rafe could lie to anyone, doubts now filling my mind with everything he's ever said to me.

"He shot her, and then you know what he did?"

I snapped back into the conversation.

"He tried to shoot dad, but you know what? I stepped in and I stopped him, I saved Dad."

"Why would John B want to kill dad?" She questioned his story.

"Because um... he thinks dad killed his father."

My eyes widened as if Rafe heard the conversation I had with John B.

"Rafe, do you want to come over to my house, Taylor, Kelce, and Top will be there?" I tried to stop the conversation.

"I can't right now, I have to help my dad with the police reports." He kissed me, walking out of the room.

"Okay, well I'm headed home Wheeze, give me a call if you need me." I hugged her goodbye.

===

That Night

===

"I hate it. I'm in a toxic cycle I can't break free from." I groaned, dumping all my life issues on Taylor as usual.

"Welcome to being a Kook, Your parents stick you into toxic relationships, ask you to make babies, then dump your ass at a mansion and the cycle repeats." She took a swig of rum.

"Taylor, I love-" I got interrupted by the boys running past my room. I heard the laundry room door shut and Topper and Kelce forcefully holding it closed.

"What's going on? Who's in there?" I walked out into the hallway.

"Please just--just let me out." I heard John B.

"Are you two insane! Let him out!" I demanded, trying to get past them.

"Word on the street bro, you are worth 25k, dead or alive." Kelce shouted.

"Kelce, stop." Taylor asked, pulling him back so I could go up to the door, next to Topper.

"I'm gonna go get the cops, don't let him out." Taylor and Kelce walked away.

"John B, It's Topper." He started.

"Hey Top, It's John B." I could hear him panic.

"You gonna try to talk your way out?" Topper chuckled.

"Let him go, He's innocent." I tried to push him out of my way.

"Just cut the bull shit. Alright?" He ignored me.

"I didn't shoot the Sheriff, All right? Rafe did. Sarah was there. She saw the whole thing, Demi saw it too."

"Oh! It was Rafe! My bad." He rolled his eyes.

"Look Man, I know you don't believe me and honestly, I probably wouldn't believe myself either, but... I-- I get it, you hate me because of Sarah." He tried to talk to him.

"You knew we were boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

I could hear the sirens in the distance as the tension built up.

"Let him go! Please." I started crying.

"And, um, I -- I got another question." he leaned against the door that was being held shut by a chair. "Did you fuck her."

"Topper!" I hit the back of his head, my strength not enough to make him flinch.

"Yes or no John B."

"Ok-- Uh yes." He said. "We did it...once. Okay? But don't use the f-word. That's kind of gross." He spoke trying to get Topper to understand him.

Suddenly we heard the police sirens from outside.

"Alright John B! It's Sheriff Thornton out here. We got you surrounded. We don't need anymore blood shed." My dad yelled into his megaphone

"Topper, Topper please, I am begging you to let him go." At this point I was hysterical, my eyes burnt from the many tears streaming down my face.

The sound of heavy footsteps got closer as they ran up the porch stairs.

"We're back here dad!" Topper yelled.

"Please!" I whispered.

"No mercy Dad." He took me outside with him.

"Damn it!" He slipped through the vents!" I heard my dad yell, easing my worry.

"Do not put your hands on me!" I screamed as Topper held me in front of him, pushing me outside.

"Demi! He is dangerous! I am protecting you, you are my little sister and I don't want you to get hurt."

"The only thing I need protecting from is this family! You make them out to be the villains when really it's you, and everybody else on this side of the island.

As everyone was spreading out searching for him Sarah rode up to me on her bike.

"I'm having everyone meet at the church. Be there in an hour, I think the others have a plan." She quietly whispered.

===

The Church Bell went off 3 times before I ran in there.

"What are you doing!" I stopped him.

"Demi, Sarah, I warned you about these pogues!" Topper held his hands up in defence.

"He's innocent." Sarah sobbed.

"Then who did it?" Topper asked.

"Rafe! Rafe shot Sheriff Peterkin, I saw him." I finally spoke up. I could feel my eyes starting to water again.

"What are you talking about?" he didn't believe me

"Sarah, we gotta go!" John B noticed all the police starting to gather outside.

"Sarah, You realize I'm the one that loves you." Topper Repeated, telling Sarah this many times before.

"I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry," She apologized "But this isn't about you."

"Hey we've gotta go." John B broke up their conversation.

"You go, I'll take care of him." I took my helpless blubbering brother into my arms

"Let me make it up to you." Topper laid out his plan, Sarah and I swapped clothes. Quickly,

"Y'all smell smoke?" I asked.

"Holy shit, go." Sarah looked down the ladder to see the bright light from the fire.

Topper and I headed out of the church with our hands in the air acting as if we were John B and Sarah.

"GET DOWN." The cops were yelling at us.

"Hol-Hold shoot, those are my kids." My dad commanded the others to put the guns down.

"Demitria and Topper, What the hell were you two thinking!?" He snarled.

"I- I don't know what happened dad, I'm sorry for causing trouble." Topper apologized "They went that way." I pointed in the opposite direction.

"Are you alright? Do you need a medic?" Topper asked me.

"I'm ok, I just burned my calf, that's all." I hissed as the wind blew causing my leg to sting.

"Demi! Dem, I- I didn't mean for this to happen!" Rafe ran over to me.

"Of course you did this!" I started limping away.

"Demi, I never meant to hurt you."

"How's that turning out?"

=== Ahhhhh late post but... The final chapter of part one is tomorrow and I am actually almost done with part two!

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Messages are always open!

Thankful for you all

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multiplefandomfics · 3 years

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Relations 2.0

So guys, this is kinda an alternative to Relations I posted yesterday. This time with a Rogers! Reader. I hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, trauma, nightmares, PTSD, unprotected smut, alzheimers, kinda AU

Words: 3702

"How is she today?" you asked your cousin.

"Not much changed. I'm just happy she remembers us." She answered.

"Did she tell you something new?"

"No, not really. You want to go in now?"

"Yes, I don't know but it always makes me happy to see her. No matter what state she's in." You smiled at her.

Peggy was your fathers mother and you loved her. She had taught you and Sharon how to be brave and independent women.

"Hello grandma. How are you doing today?" You sat down next to her.

"Oh, how nice of you to visit me, my dear." She smiled at you. "I slept very well. How was your day?" Peggy might have an illness which ate away at her memories but she was the most courteous person on the planet.

“Oh, you know just as always. S.H.I.E.L.D is definitely keeping me on my feet.” you smiled at her.

“Yes, yes, I can imagine.” she took your hand.

You talked a bit more and listened to stories you had heard a 1000 times before but still enjoyed seeing your grandma so happy.

Then your phone rang.

“Agent Carter? We need you at the facility immediately.”

“I’ll be right there.” you answered.

“Grandma, I’m sorry I gotta go. Duty calls. I'll come back as soon as I can, I promise.” you kissed her on the forehead before you left.

“Good that you are here. We have found something incredible way up north embedded in ice.” Agent Coulson told you and handed you a file.

When you opened it up and saw the pictures you gasped loudly and had the urge to sit down.

The photographs showed your grandfather, frozen in uniform and with the shield. You recognized him immediately.

“Y/N are you alright?” Coulson asked.

The problem was that no one knew your family history. Peggy had kept quiet about her unplanned pregnancy and the whereabouts of the father. She had gotten married while still pregnant and in those times no one questioned that the baby was way early.

“Yes, no, I mean… I don’t know. I can’t believe you found him. Now the nation can finally bury their fallen hero.” you mumbled.

“Oh, you must have misunderstood. Captain Rogers isn’t dead. He’s in recovery.” Coulson explained.

“What? How is that possible?”

“Well the ice must have preserved him and the serum in his veins kept him alive.”

Not even a second later rang Coulson’s phone. An Agent called from Times Square. Steve Rogers had woken up and figured out that something was not right so he escaped the room where he was supposed to recover.

“I need to talk to him. I think I will be able to calm him. This must be awful for him.” you begged Coulson.

“Alright, let’s go. Times Square is just around the corner.” you jumped into your car and drove speeding down the streets of New York.

When you arrived Director Fury had already kinda calmed Steve so you walked over to him.

Nick Fury was the only person in the world outside your family who knew your family's secret. So he didn’t hesitate to let you through.

“Captain Rogers? Would you care to come with me? I'd like to explain everything to you.” you smiled at him.

“Peggy? he asked, astonished. You had never seen too much resemblance between your grandma and yourself but apparently Steve saw it.

“Close. But no. MY name is Y/N Carter. I’m her granddaughter. We have a lot of catching up to do. Want to join me?” he just nodded and followed you.

You drove in silence with about 5 bulletproof dark SUVs following you at close range.

You stopped in front of a S.H.I.E.L.D office and walked inside.

When you closed the door to your office behind you and him the reality of it all finally started to seep into your bones and you started shaking.

He noticed immediately and stepped closer. Ever the gentleman of the 40’s that he was, he asked if you were okay.

“Well there is so much I want to tell you. Actually, I have since I was a child. And I never thought I’d ever get the chance to nor did I think it was my place to tell you. But…” you kept rambling.

“What are you talking about?” he looked confused.

“Okay, here we go. All or nothing.” you mumbled to yourself.

“Peggy is my grandmother, and you are my grandfather.” you finished quietly.

“Excuse me?” he thought he might have misheard you.

“Just after you supposedly died Grandma Peggy found out that she was pregnant. She always said it was a drunken night after Sergeant Barnes died? It’s a secret which almost no one outside of the family knows. I would have let Peggy tell you herself but she has alzheimers and a lot of the time she is not really there anymore.” you explained to him.

“Peggy is still alive? I need to see her.” he picked up on your story.

“But first I’d like to hug my granddaughter if that’s alright by you.” he grinned.

“Ehm, yes sure.” you outstretched your arms and he embraced you. You had never felt so safe in anyone's arms before.

Before anyone could argue with you you had taken Steve to see Peggy in her retirement facility.

“Steve? You’re alive?” she asked in disbelief when she spotted him by her bed. He grinned and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

“Yes, my love. And I missed you so much. How is my girl today?” he asked her.

“I was never better. Y/N come here darling. Meet your grandfather sweetie.” she spoke slowly in that posh british accent of hers.

“I already have nana and he is just as amazing as you have always told me.” you said while tears were forming in your eyes.

After that conversation you left them alone for a while to talk.

The next few weeks no day passed without you spending time with Steve. Unfortunately you had no contact with your mom or dad anymore. They didn’t want anything to do with you anymore after you had decided on your S.H.I.E.L.D career path.

That had been years ago and you weren’t sad anymore but now you would have wished, for Steve's sake, that he could meet his son.

Maybe someday your dad would be ready for this.

Somehow it came as it had to. People found out about your relation to Captain America and started to bother you immensely.

Then came the point on which it couldn't get any worse.

You came home after a long day of work and just wanted to relax in a bubble bath and then go to bed. But it came differently than you thought.

The moment you opened your door and turned around to shut it an arm closed around your throat and another grabbed for your holstered gun. Your assailant was too strong for you to overpower. You lost consciousness quickly.

When you awoke you were chained to a chair, gagged too.

And then you saw him. Sitting in a corner opposite you. Long dark hair, black mask and tac gear. His left arm was made of metal and wirred when he moved it.

When he noticed you had woken up he stood and walked over to you,

He didn’t say a word and you couldn’t. Otherwise you would have given him a piece of your mind.

You didn’t expect his next move. He took the gag from your mouth and pushed a bottle of water against your lips. You drank greedily because you hadn’t noticed your parched throat before.

“What do you want from me?” you asked after he had taken the bottle away.

“Leverage.” was all he said.

“Are you working for hydra?” you asked. You had had your suspicions for a long time that the agency had been operating from the underground.

He stayed silent and then you felt your mind slip. Of course something must have been in the water.

The next time you came to you heard voices around you but couldn’t focus at first.

When you finally could concentrate you recognized voices you had suspected of being evil before. Alexander Pierce and Brock Rumlow. Idiots! you thought.

“Ah, there she is. Did the soldier take good care of you?” Pierce mocked and you spat at him which earned you a nice backhand to the face from Rumlow.

“Now that we have that out of the way, let us proceed with our plan, shall we?.”

God, how much you hated that douchebag!

They took a video from you probably as leverage. Just as their soldier had told you. What they wanted to blackmail from S.H.I.E.L.D or Steve, you didn’t know.

After they had everything from you they brought you to a room which strongly resembled the cell in an asylum. Thick padded walls you couldn’t hurt yourself on, a small field bed with a blanket and a toilet with a sink in one corner behind a milky screen.

You banged against the walls and door at first to get any kind of attention but after receiving none you decided to leave it be and save your strength.

Hours later a doctor came into the room to take a blood sample from you but you wouldn’t have that so you fought against him until they brought the soldier in to hold you down. That was the first time you saw him after he kidnapped you. And this time he wasn’t wearing a mask. His face was expressionless and his hair was longer than on the pictures you had seen at the museum but the man standing in front of you was undeniably James Barnes. Your grandfather's best friend since childhood who you had believed was dead since 1943.

“Bucky?” you asked and he gave you a confused look. At first you doubted your eyes but you were so sure it was him. “What did you do to him? He is a good man!” you yelled at the doctor who just smiled at you maliciously.

Still struggling in Bucky’s hold the doc took a sample of your blood and they left but not before Bucky threw you one last thoughtful glance.

Days ticked by and nothing happened. You saw someone bring you food twice a day but that was about all the human contact you were given.

You couldn’t stop thinking about your granddad’s best pal being enslaved and obviously brainwashed for God knows how long. It made you so sad to think about his past. What he must have endured in hydra’s grasp.

Then one night suddenly the light in your room changed and you noticed the cause being that the door had been opened. You decided that that was your only chance and snuck out of the room. You tried to find orientation points in the weird and long hallways. But you noticed every time you didn’t know where to go, a door opened somewhere.

Just for a second you contemplated if this might have been a sick trap but you still followed it because, what did you have to lose?

When you stepped through the last door you heard someone call your name.

“Y/N! Over here!” Not 10 meters away from you stood Steve in full gear.

“Steve! Thank God you found me. Did you open all these doors?”

“Doors? What? No. I haven’t even been inside yet.” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind.

“Then who paved the way for me?” you thought out loud. Until it suddenly hit you. “Bucky!” you yelled.

“What? Are you alright? Bucky has been dead for decades.” Steve informed you.

“No you don’t understand. He is here. He must have been the one to help me. We have to find him.” you turned around and ran back inside faster than Steve could grab you.

“Y/N no!” he yelled and ran after you.

Suddenly you stopped dead in your tracks and Steve almost ran you over. 5 meters in front of you stood a dark figure, not moving a muscle.

“Bucky?” you called lowly.

Steve tensed up behind you. He too had recognized his old pal.

“Buck?” He whispered, shocked.

“Come on Bucky. We have to get out of here. And thank you for helping me.” you smiled and stretched your arm out.

He took the invitation and slowly walked towards you. Together you got out of the building and headed toward the pickup spot where the jet waited.

Bucky had still not said a word. While Steve flew the plane you sat down next to Bucky who seemed lost in thought. He didn’t notice you sliding into the seat next to him until you laid your hand on his thigh. “Buck? How do you feel?”

“Confused. I can’t believe that I am not under their control anymore.” he said.

“You are safe now. I promise we will take care of you. S.H.I.E.L.D will help you get back on your feet. You are a hero.”

“No, not S.H.I.E.L.D. They have been infiltrated by hydra. You saw Pierce and Rumlow. We can’t trust anyone.” he yelled, almost panicked.

“You are right. Steve, where are we headed?” you called out to your pilot for the moment.

“I was about to get us to Washington D.C.. S.H.I.E.L.D HQ. But now that I heard what you said I think it might be best to find a different place. So Y/N where to? Do you have a plan b?”

“In fact I do. Keep going, I'll send the coordinates right to you.” you ordered.

3 hours later you landed at a farm.

“Clint. It’s good to see you.” you said and wrapped the archer in a tight hug.

“How is the family?” you tried to make conversation.

“Good as always. So what’s the deal with this?” he asked back.

“Well, you know Captain Rogers and this is Sergeant James Barnes. It’s a long story but we need a place to lay low for a while that S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t know about.”

“Ah, so you thought of me. Naturally. Alright, come on in, dinner should be ready soon and Laura always makes too much.”

Dinner had been great and now you were sitting on the porch with a glass of wine just relaxing and telling Clint everything. You trusted him with all your heart. Him, Natasha Romanoff and Nick Fury.

“So S.H.I.E.L.D is hydra now?” he asked, confused.

“Well yes but it seems hydra was always sleeping just under the surface waiting for the right moment to strike.” you clarified.

“So what do you intend to do next?” he asked again.

“Well, I have already sent an encrypted message to Nick Fury. He will know how to proceed from her on. Then we need to grab hydra by the roots and pull them out. If that doesn’t work we need all the help we can get to take down everything. S.H.I.E.L.D, hydra, all of it.” you described.

“Buck, what can you tell us about their plan?”

Bucky took a deep breath and started to recite everything that he knew or had gathered. Good thing that no one had actually thought to mind their words around him because they always thought he couldn’t do anything with that knowledge anyways.

“So they want to erase millions of people who do not follow their ideology? And they want to use helicarriers with active weapon systems?” you summarized Bucky’s information. “We have to stop this! But we need a solid plan. I suggest we wait for a message from Fury. He might know what to do.” you proposed.

“I agree. If we run in there unprepared people might die.” Steve approved.

So you had not much more to do than wait.

That evening you tried to fall asleep in the guest bedroom but that was almost impossible. You had listened to Steve leaving the house to go for a run about 30 minutes before. So he couldn’t sleep either.

Then, just before sleep invaded your mind you heard noises which sounded like whimpering so you got up quickly and walked downstairs, gun raised.

You found out fast that the noise came from a restlessly sleeping Bucky on the much too small couch.

Worried that he might be distressed and would fall back into his old habits you sat down next to the couch stroking hair out of his face. “Bucky? You’re okay. You’re safe now.” you whispered. He opened his eyes and looked at you.

You didn’t expect him to lean in close and brush his lips to yours.

He pulled back abruptly when he noticed you being completely taken by surprise. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” he sat up and buried his face in his hands.

“No, it’s okay Bucky. I understand you. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it, I just wasn’t expecting that.” he looked up hesitantly.

“In fact I wouldn’t mind you doing it again.” you smiled at him mischievously.

Without saying another word he pulled you in again. You climbed into his lap all while never breaking the kiss. Until you had to come up for air.

“Wow, you really know how to do that.” you stated.

“Did you want to go further?” you asked him carefully.

“I wouldn’t mind. I just wanna feel something nice again.” he confessed before pulling you in for a kiss again.

You made out like that for a while, grinding on each other like some horny teenagers. Until his hand slipped into your panties stroking your mound and you started mewling like a kitten in heat.

Your hands fumbled clumsily with his boxers and he helped you push them down enough for his cock to spring free.

Pulling your panties to the side you sunk down on him. This time the sex was not about sensuality it was supposed to be quick comfort. The emotional crap could come later.

You rose onto your knees and dropped back onto his generous length.

“Fuck!” you breathed out. Burying your head in his shoulder so you wouldn’t wake anyone still sleeping.

You were so deeply immersed in your lovemaking you didn’t hear the door open.

“Really? On the couch? Seriously?” you almost jumped off of Bucky at the sound of your grandfather’s hushed voice.

“I’m sorry Steve.” Bucky whispered. And you could tell he was more than close so you kept rocking back and forth on his lap. Steve, noticing that you wouldn’t stop, just turned around and went upstairs with the words “I’ll sleep in your bed then.”

Once he was gone you were finally able to lose yourself in Bucky again.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his high and the moment you felt him shoot his load inside you you couldn’t hold on anymore and the knot burst.

You dropped onto the seat next to Bucky, catching your breath.

“Thank you for that.” he leaned his head back and tucked himself back into his pants.

“No need to thank me. I really like you Buck and I hope that this won’t be a one time thing.” you smiled at him hopefully.

“So do I, but I don’t know if I am good enough for you. I’ve done so much evil in my life. You deserve so much better.” Suddenly he looked so sad again.

“Hey. Look at me Bucky!” you ordered him, grabbing for his face. “What happened to you is not your fault. You were trapped in your own body and you deserve the world. Never think any less of yourself because of your past! You are the reason I am free now. You have saved Steve’s ass more than he probably knows. We love you Bucky and I mean that. You know that my grandma did not only talk a lot about Steve but about you too? You left such an impression on her that even now in her alzheimer ridden mind she still sometimes talks about you. What a gentleman you always were. Handsome, sweet and clever. And I could not dream of someone better than you.” You kissed him deeply with all the emotion you could muster and hoped he would understand.

“Are you sure?” his insecurities were killing you. Peggy had always mentioned the ladies man that he had been but that lay 70 years behind and it broke your heart to see him like this.

“100% sure darling. Now let’s try to catch at least a few more hours of sleep until sunrise.” another kiss later and you had cuddled together on the still too small couch. This time you fell asleep quickly and felt safe by his side.

Two days later Fury had gotten you a plan. Maria Hill would meet you in a sewer system at the edge of D.C. She handed you three computer chips to override the helicarriers weapon systems manually.

The people from hydra, working inside S.H.I.E.L.D did not expect this attack just when project inside was about to launch.

So when the helicarriers had come crashing down on D.C. and every single hydra agent had been taken in custody was it finally time to calm down and get everything in order.

Facing the facts Bucky still needed therapy and someone to look over his conditioning and the damage hydra had done to him. But you were sure to find someone with a solution somewhere. Until then you tried to get used to having a 100 something year old grandfather and his just as old best friend for a boyfriend.

You didn’t know where you were headed but you liked the thought of finding out.

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