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consumedkings-archive · 3 years

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ii. damage done & damage made ✤ roman sionis/varya astakhova

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summary: thanks to @starcrier for entertaining my daydreams about my favorite murder duo, we now have a oneshot that literally no one asked for: roman and varya, and their babies, in a tea shop. living their perfect crime lives. that’s all.

rating: m for Adult Language and threats of face-tearing

warnings: the aforementioned face-tearing, roman’s mouth (per usual), domestic murder family. babies being cute.

Mark liked his job, a lot. Working a tea shop felt like a step up from the typical entry-level customer service job, and he got a huge discount on all of the products—not to mention, flexible hours while he was balancing school and needing to pay rent, and premium people-watching. Some days, like today, the card machine acted up and he had to ask customers to put their card numbers in manually, but most of them were understanding. All-in-all: he felt pretty lucky.

So when a young couple wandered into the shop one afternoon, it felt like any other kind of afternoon for him. They matched the usual demographic that liked to stop there; well-dressed, usually a little more upper class given the neighborhood. The woman—small and slender, balancing a stylishly dressed infant on her hip—smiled at him charmingly while the man redirected a two-seat stroller to an area less clustered by shelves, slowly rocking it back and forth.

“Good afternoon!” Mark greeted as the woman approached, keeping his voice softer in case the man was trying to rock another infant to sleep. “Can I help you find anything today?”

“Hello! Yes, well—admittedly, I am not as well-versed in teas as I would like to be,” the brunette said sweetly, a little sheepish. The infant babbled happily and clutched the pendant of her necklace in his fingers.

Mark offered her a smile. “No worries. What kinds of flavors do you like? I have quite a few—”

“Varya,” the man said from where he had been pushing the stroller back and forth, “do you have my phone? I need to make a call.”

“Oh, yes. One moment.” She fished a sleek, dark phone from her purse, passing it to the man before turning her eyes back to Mark. The man, presumably her husband, dialed a number and balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder before the call connected and he started talking—his voice low so that Mark could barely hear him over Varya’s attentions. He had gloves on; black, leather, embossed with something in gold; maybe his initials?

Varya said lightly, “Flavors?”

He flushed, quickly diverting his eyes. “Yes, right. Your favorite flavors?”

“Hm. I prefer spiced teas,” she began, eyes scanning the shelves. “My mother used to make a tea with cloves and cinnamon, do you have anything like that?”

“Certainly,” Mark replied brightly. He turned back to the shelves, humming for a moment. She had had a bit of an accent; it sounded Russian, but it was so slight he couldn’t quite be sure. There were plenty of tourists and sightseers coming in and out of the shop that he’d gotten used to skimming for quick details, like accents or nice clothes or expensive jewelry. And if the gigantic rock on the woman’s finger was any indication, they were hitting all of the boxes for the people that usually walked into a boutique tea shop.

Pulling one of the jars off of the shelf, Mark pulled the cap and offered it to her to smell. “This one’s got cinnamon and cloves, but ginger and cardamom, too. I really like to make it with—”

“No, no, no, no,” her husband bit out into the phone, the stroller rolling to a stop as he stilled his attempts at keeping the baby asleep, “you listen to me, you pint-sized fuckhead, when I tell—”

Varya, completely unbothered by her husband’s vicious tone, shifted the infant to her other hip, smelling the looseleaf mixture again. “It smells so good. I think it is the ginger that makes it good. What did you say you like to make it with?”

“Um,” Mark said, trying not to stare at the man in the velvet suit saying, and I’m going to cut your fucking face off, you piece of shit, did you know that? Do you know who I am? That’s right, and I can do whatever I fucking want, and that means cutting your dumb fucking face off and putting it on display in my loft for my dinner guests, “cream?”

“Oh, that’s interesting,” she murmured idly, reading through the list of ingredients again. “Do you have those little—” She gestured with her free hand. “—to steep the mixture with?”

“Y—” Mark swallowed. His gaze flickered back to the glossy brunette, her lips pouted and the baby nestled against her neck, seemingly putting himself to sleep despite the noise. “Yes, of course. Do you prefer the, um...”

“In English, you fucker,” Roman seethed into the phone, “your—yeah, well, your boss is American, I don’t care where you were born. So tell me in English how many fucking guns are being held up in bumfuck-nowhere-Russia, you—”

“This one is nice,” Varya interjected gently, picking up one of the steel ones. “I like the ones that have a finer mesh. Less chance of getting the debris in there, you know?”

He was trying to remember when the last time he’d taken a breath was. It very suddenly all made too much sense—well-dressed couple, twins, the embossed gloves and the accent and oh my God, oh fuck, oh fucking God oh shit oh fuck I have Roman Fucking Sionis and his Russian gun lord wife in the tea shop I’m going to fucking die—

“Mark?” she prompted. The dulcet tone of her voice broke him out of the panic running through his brain. Unfortunately, the sound of her saying his first name only firmly cemented in his brain the fact that he was now assisting the wife of Gotham’s biggest crime lord in picking out a looseleaf tea.

He swallowed thickly. “H—How, um, did you know my name?”

Varya tilted her head inquisitively. “Your nametag, my love.”

“Oh,” he replied, letting out a nervous laugh. “Of course. Um. Right, those do have a finer mesh. I like them better too. It’s similar t-to the um—the kind of mesh you would—you would have in the teapot. You know. If you were going to do it by the pot. And not the cup. Like for more than one cup of tea.”

A smile ticked the corner of her lips upward. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought she was enjoying his apparent discomfort. “I do like to make more than one cup of tea, on occasion. Do you sell teapots? Can I see those?”

Mark opened his mouth to say that of course, she could see the teapots—did she want his? His personal teapot? He could run home and grab it if she wanted, please don’t shoot me in the face—when the stilling of the stroller’s movements seemed to have distressed the other twin. As soon as she started fussing, Roman threw his free hand up in exasperation.

“Do you hear that, Maxim?” he demanded. “That’s my daughter, crying, because I was so fucking fed up with your idiocy that I stopped rocking her to sleep. What? Do I want to—no, I don’t want your mother’s fucking aromatic recipe for putting infants to sleep, I’m already in a fucking tea shop!”

Varya let out a little sigh. “Excuse me one moment, Mark.”

“Sure,” Mark replied, scratching his forehead. “Sure, no worries, take—um, take your time.”

She swept away from him, returning the happy infant to the stroller and pulling from it the fussy one, bouncing the baby a few times before she said, “Romy, you know Yuli only likes when you bounce her. Trade me.”

Mark watched as Roman’s mouth downturned in a firm frown; he eventually acquiesced, taking the crying baby and offering the phone to Varya, who planted the phone against her ear and pushed the double stroller outside and into fresh air, taking with her the conversation which quickly shifted into a foreign language. For what it was worth, as soon as the little girl was in Roman’s arms, she almost immediately stopped fussing—though he did bounce her and make his way over to Mark, brows furrowed despite his daughter’s happy babbling.

“What one did she like?” he asked, less silken than his better half.

“What?”

“The tea,” Roman answered, squinting. “What tea did she like?”

“Uh,” Mark said, “the—uh, this one. Sir.” He held out the jar, but Roman waved his hand in dismissal.

“Pack some of that up. And the—whatever the fuck this is,” he added, gesturing at the steeper. “That too.”

Mark pulled one of the bags out from the drawer, working quickly despite the tremble in his hands. “Just the steeper? Sir?”

Roman had turned his attention back to the curly-haired baby, waving a gloved finger in her vision to keep her occupied, when Mark had posed his question. “What? Speak up, I’ve got a chatty infant here.”

“She—she wanted to look at the teapots, too.” Mark packed the looseleaf tea into the bag. The scale remained untouched. The idea of taking the time to weigh the tea and charge appropriately had completely fled his mind. “S—Sir.”

“Huh.” Roman squinted at the wall of teapots, seeming to deliberate for a moment. “We’ll take that one. The black and gold. And the steeper, and the tea.”

“Sure. For sure. Good choice. That’s my favorite one,” he added, realizing somewhere in his brain that he was babbling but that he couldn’t stop. “It’s hand-made, so it has—um, it has like...Little flaws, that make it worth a lot, because it was made by a famous—”

Varya returned to the shop, phone tucked away and only their doe-eyed son in her arms again. She gave Roman’s shoulder a squeeze with her free hand and then turned her attention to Mark, smiling prettily. “That’s the one he picked out?”

Mark nodded, hesitated midway through packing the pot. “Yes. Do you like it? Did you want a different one? I have some new ones in the back—”

“It’s perfect,” she assured him. She looked at Roman, glowing, and reached up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I love it.”

The blonde looked pleased. “Yes, well, who knows you better than me?” And then: “What did Kuznetsov tell you?”

Hurrying through the packing, Mark managed to get everything rang up amidst the couple’s idle chatter—which consisted of Varya explaining that ten thousand guns were held up in Kazakhstan, which was not Russia, but used to be part of Russia, at which point Roman waved his hand and went ‘whatever’—and ran the man’s heavy, black card through the card machine.

The machine beeped three times in alarm, and Mark felt his stomach plummet. The fucking machine’s broken, he remembered, with despair. Oh my God, oh my God, I’m going to fucking—

“What?” Roman barked out. “What is it?”

“The—the um, the machine is—I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “The machine is broken and I h-have to have you—put in the card number manually—”

The man made the most indignant sound, but before he could attempt to get fired up all over again, Varya said, “Romy, why don’t you load the twins up in the car? Armazd already put the stroller away. I’ll finish up here.”

Roman’s mouth pressed into a thin line, and then he said, “Alright, V,” and accepted the second infant into his other arm, toting them both outside. Varya looked at Mark and smiled sympathetically, holding out her hand for the machine; Mark handed it over, absently pulling at a loose thread on his apron as she started carefully inputting the card number.

“Do you have children, Mark?” she asked conversationally. “A partner?”

“Uh,” he replied very intelligently. “N-No. No ma’am. I mean, miss. No, I don’t have either of those, miss.”

“It is definitely a life change,” she said by way of agreement, pocketing the card and waiting for the machine to process. “Suddenly, your hands are full all the time.”

A nervous laugh bubbled up out of him, and he nodded his head; the seconds ticked by, agonizing as Varya hummed and gathered up the bag until it finally beeped its approval of the transaction.

“Thank you, my darling!” she called over her shoulder. “I am sure I will be back.”

“Welcome,” he replied weakly. He watched her make her way to the door, nearly out; it wasn’t until his shoulders slumped in a bit of relief that she stopped and turned to look at him, a sly little smile on her face.

“Before I forget,” Varya began, “perhaps, if you find yourself thinking about any of the conversation you heard today—you know, about business—it is best to keep it to yourself. It is not particularly confidential, you see, but...Well, I would just hate to feel like I could not bring my business back here because I cannot trust you.”

An unpleasant little chill sprinted down his spine. He shifted on his feet, wetting his lips for a moment as he tried to figure out what it was he wanted to say; how many times could he swear up and down that nothing he heard today about guns or Kazakhstan to assure her that she wouldn’t have to worry about it? That he would literally rather put pencil shavings in his eyes than put the Sionis target on his back?

“Mark,” she said, “all you have to say is that you understand.”

“I do,” he blurted out quickly, “I do understand.”

She smiled brightly. “I knew you were a good boy. Have a lovely afternoon!”

Just like that, she swept out of the shop; he was finally alone. Mark slumped into his chair, passing a hand over his face for a moment—long enough for him to sit up, press his face into the palms of his hands, and say:

“I have to quit my job.”

#my writing #otp: this smile is a loaded gun #roman sionis x original female character #birds of prey oc #roman sionis/original female character #bop oc #birds of prey fic #bop fic #i went to one (1) tea shop yesterday and now this has lived rent free in my brain #thanks to star for some reason putting up with this absolute nonsense #ch: varya astakhova #ch: roman sionis #ugh #i just miss......They #my children

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gloomyhearts · 3 years

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Mellilla || Owen P. Joyner

Chapter four~ you scared the sh*t out of me

Dahlia sift through the peppers to find an acceptable one.

"I need some sweets" Valerie's voice claims.

"I know, you told me million times," she roller her eyes.

"Don't forget, pleaseee,"

The brunette felt a light pressure on her shoulder casing her to turn around and instinctively grab a cucumber as a weapon. Her eyes glued on the person in front of her. The face mask hides most of his face. A cap sitting on his head and a few blonde strands falling out of it.

"Lia?" His raspy voice reached her ears; she didn't hear it in a while.

"Owen?" She knitted her brows.

"Yeah. It's me," he thought about hugging the brunette girl but decides not to, "it's good to see you," he padded her shoulder.

She takes her air pod out of her ear and pausing the call from Valerie.

"Yeah, I mean look at you. Still the charming boy if you wouldn't have scared me to death," she compliments while pointing him up and down.

"You're still stunning yourself," he rubbed his neck.

"Thanks, thanks. It was really nice catching up again but I really have to go," she insists, grabbing her wheel and walking fast and far away from him.

Putting her air pod in again she continues the call.

"Did you paused me D?" Her voice loud, she's definitely heated.

"I'll explain later. I'm back in a few," she ends the call, getting the last things she needed and then pay her groceries.

Her car stopped in the driveway and she steps to the door, fiddling her keys to find the right one as Valerie opened it herself. Her hand was tight around Dahlia's upper arm as she pulls her back inside.

"What the hell?" They walked into the living room, throwing themselves on the couch.

"You'll never guess who I met in the store."

"But you'll tell me."

"It was Owen" Valerie's eyes widened.

"You're kidding right?" Dahlia just shakes her head.

"No way, that's not possible." She paces up and down in front of her best friend.

"I missed him," sadness overflows her body

"I know, sweetheart. But he's an ass, he just left you."

"But it was for his career."

"But he didn't wrote you nor called you."

"You're right. I thought we'd something special."

"Yeah. After our graduation, I thought he'd stay here and wait for you," Val takes her hand, her thumb rubbing small circles on the back.

"I just don't understand why he ghosted me. I remember, everytime I enter a car how he taughted me to drive and I never visited boomerangs again, it was our place," by now Dahlia was in Val's embrace and she strokes her hair.

"Let's watch some TV," she turned the power on and went to the kitchen to bring Dahlia some ice cream.

Browsing through Netflix to find a new show to watch. Dahlia's head laid in her lap and she fiddles with a strand of the brown hair.

"This sounds good," Valerie points with the remote towards the flat-screen, the other girl turns her head to read the description. She shruggs her shoulders as an answer to her friend who press the button and she show starts.

The screen shows a neon sign Orpheum and another sign with Sunset Surve.

Suddenly an electric guitar begins to play.

"This riff is stunning," Valerie brakes the silence and Dahlia just nods shoving another spoon of ice cream into her mouth.

The next point of view shoot was a blonde boy, a pink shirt suited his upper body, half of his hair falling into his face and drum sticks in his hand.

"Hit the break," she shoots up into a sitting position, "what the? That's a joke right? You didn't know right?" Dahlia was now on her feet.

"Didn't you saw it on his Instagram?" Valerie's voice still calm.

"No cause whenever I saw his name I scrolled as fast I could back up," the brunette explains.

She walks over to the TV, laying her hand on the screen.

"But look at his precious face," her finger running over it.

"Dahlia," Valerie steps next to her, arms resting around her shoulders when Dahlia's feet gave in she hold her in position.

"Babe. It's okay, let it go," her hand rubbing circles on her back. Tears streaming down Dahlia's freckled cheek.

Valerie gave her a piggyback ride to her room, setting her down into her bed.

"You need anything? Food, drinks?" But Dahlia just shakes her head.

"Call me if you need anything," the brunette gave her a weak smile, drying the tears on her cheek with a tissue.

"Love you," Valerie turns around and walks off.

Dahlia darkened her room only her LED rose illuminates it. The rose Owen gifted her.

She grabs it and throws it against the wall, she exhales sharply as she notices what she'd done. The girl rushed over where the lamp hit the ground. Thank God it didn't broke and she sighs.

Her phone lit up on the bedside table.

Owenjoyner

It was really nice to see you again Dahlia

What am I supposed to response? What does he want?

The brunette places her phone back down. Dahlia rested on her carpet, her hand strokes over the fabric, calming her vaguely.

She took all her bravery and grabs her phone.

Crueldahlia

Yeah it was nice

Owenjoyner

Maybe we can see each other again

If you want to

Crueldahlia

I don't know

Have a lot to do for uni.

Owenjoyner

Fair enough

She doesn't answer to that, emotionally too unstable; not wanting to blurb something she'll regret in a few hours.

The blonde boy called his best friend.

"I.. I met her," he stutters into the phone.

"Who?"

"Her."

"Really? Dahlia?"

"Yeah in the store. And she.. and she looks gorgeous, more than ever," Owen exclaims.

"And what did you do?"

"Well I walked over to her and taped her shoulder."

"Did she faced you? Did she saw you're walking to her?"

"What.. no. She didn't recognized me at first," he states.

"Well that's bad."

"I screwed, right?"

"You screwed years before, this makes it all worse," Charlie explains.

"But you didn't wrote her, right?" But the blonde remained in silence.

"Dude, that's... Owen what did you write?"

"I wrote 'it was really nice meeting you again Dahlia.'"

"What response you get?"

"'Yeah it was really nice'. After an hour or so."

Owen paced through his room, lifting his cap and setting it down again.

"And I answered after a second 'maybe we can see each other again. If you want to.' And she wrote. 'I don't know. Got a lot of work to do'"

"That doesn't sound enthusiastic," Charlie comments.

"Haha, you're funny," he retorts.

"What did you say?"

"'Fair enough'. I should've asked what she's studying or how she's feeling. I messed up, shit."

"No, Owen shut up. She needs time definitely, don't push her. I mean the last time you've seen each other was," the boys both gulped.

"The night before you left."

"Indifferent that was three years ago."

"I know. But from what you've told. You grew visible inseparable. After all the things you've done."

"I don't know Char."

A message pops up on his screen.

"Dude she answered."

"Read."

Crueldahlia

Well next week is Thanksgiving let's see if it's doable

"She really wants to see you again?"

"Seems like." He threw his phone on his bed and began to dance through his room, taking his cap off his head and toss it into the air.

"I'm back. I'm back," he shouts into his phone.

"I'll answer her."

"Wait. You're looking clingy like you want her back."

"What else would I want?!"

"You're an idiot."

"I know," he ended the call.

Owenjoyner

Sounds amazing

Boomerangs like the old time?

#jatp fanfic #jatp x oc #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #julieandthephantomsimagine #owen patrick joyner #owen joyner #julie and the fat ones #owen joyner imagine #owen joyner fanfiction #alex jatp #jatp alex #alex mercer #julie and the himbos #julie and the podcasters #alex julie and the phantoms

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sukirichi · 3 years

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

y/n - ‘I was born to make everyone’s life a living hell’ maam this LINE?! JAW DROPPED, TIME STOPPED being insecure all her life and wanting to live up to the expectations to her dad just to have that sliver of attention from him, that sentence gives us a glimpse on how little she felt despite being accomplished, rather successful actually because she always cleans her boss’ mess have a lot of baggage to unpack. and when the secret was confirmed, her anger rejects all of the entity that ties with her past because both her parents deprived her for the things she was supposed to have– becoming greedy to fulfill those. then eventually, somehow, going back to her roots aka being humble after having the talk with her dad. As most of her insecurity started because of him and how she had to be the bigger person for his other family, clearing out the misunderstanding between them brought a sense of peace while she’s settling in the restless turn of events.

and with our main man gojo, this guy, it is not wise to- 😤😤 how can you say you’re engaged after doing the body tango huh? esp when you said you want y/n to be your wife? oh gee and the revelation of his past relationship with mia and how he sees her in y/n is so fucked up. can’t help but think that satoru wanting to marry and be this lovey-dovey with y/n is just him reliving the moments that mia never gave him in the past. and y/n accepting that their current relationship is based on how they’re filling up the cracks in their needs and settling for the sake of familiarity. imagine how deep in love our girl is to keep satoru in her life 💔 im still in it for the second lead agenda

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

BUT i know you mentioned this many times but laywer! naoya all poised and in his best behavior while helping y/n in her new situation has my heart go💕💕 winning lots of cases and is known in his field, he proved that he is both beauty and brains. and the pen spin??? man be pulling those fast spins either to distract or impress the person he is talking to flashing those perfect white pearls wtf now i can’t get that out of my head naoya brain rot 🥵🥵 also celebrity chef! sukuna in charge of all those delicious, exquisite cuisines? imma make myself broke just to taste his masterpiece🥲 ooh but how about him being a michelin star chef and owning a michelin-starred resto?! no doubt, left and right you see this man appearing on some high food magazine on the cover 😊😊 oh oh i also saw that supermodel! choso?? also his face is plastered on magazines AND luxurious advertisements ex. shibuya crossing! where most people be drenched in his glorious presence yea weird shibuya arc ref pls kill me and everyone talks how handsome and intimidating he is while he just have a rbf and only the closest people in his life get to see him drop that front 😌😌

with that in mind, imagine supermodel! choso being a godfather to the baby of y/n?? he would go soft immediately at the sight of the child and would probably love giving lots of branded clothes it will be good enough for more than a year ☺️🥲😭

oh and there is this one scene in chp7 that reminded me of the recent korean movie i watched i dont wanna say it in case you wanna check it out its called sweet and sour and oh god idk why but watching it, mind keeps on prompting your fics 😬😬 maybe bcos i some of your fic always had med related topics and the main actress role there is a nurse. i remember that you’re on your clinic training so maybe thats why 😳oohh pls don’t forget to take breaks and be safe heart and oh ur a psych major too? oh wow hi ig in relation to one actress in the sweet and sour fic, she was also in a kdrama the heirs- which was popular at the time with it being packed with some solid household actors and actresses. sky castle tho, ig it relates to the theme of reckless more because its mostly how parents from the upper class will mindlessly destroy someone’s life to attain their materialistic desires 🤧🙂

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

i hope you’re doing well nowadays :’)) we need to find gege the best chiropractor to take care of his back, so good that it’ll make naoya respawn to life 🙂 suki i don’t think i’ll get tired of saying how much i love your work that it feels illegal im reading it for free 💔. i don’t really have much to offer, but im wishing you good health and success in your life :’)) aah i’ve mentioned this already but take care always 💕💖😊🥰

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

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y/n becomes a real baddie when she’s pissed off 😫

hmm y/n wasn’t really working hard for her dad’s attention, it was more like she felt so left out and unwanted (she feels unwanted wherever she goes) that she just decided to pack up and support them from afar bcos to her, she’s so alienated in her dad’s family that she felt like she had to work hard to earn a spot in their table. she knows she’s the outsider but she wants to feel like she can be part of them, that she is also a child deserving of love and care, but becos her stepmom focused more on her actual kids and her own dad was too busy with his new family now, it made y/n feel that she had to do something to be worthy of that.

that’s why most of the money she made working in tokyo was still wired to her family; she put her brothers in school and supported them, all because she hoped it would make them accept her more. now, things are different because she finally found her biological family, but even if valeria and co. still don’t want her, y/n is now more focusing on building something that’s truly hers that no one can take away. yes yes, she did become greedy, but more for power than of acceptance. she got to a point she doesn’t care as much vying for her parents’ approval and now thinks her luxury gives her comfort; only because at least she has that much. like she said in the latest chapter, happiness was not what she needed, it was stability and money - all things she lacked before.

and yea she did go back to her roots! all of her issues started with her dad anyway but that part is slowly patching up 🩹💔 oooh actually your theory is right bestie 🧐 gojo found y/n interesting bcos she reminded him of mia, so the more she pushed him away, the more he’s like wait, i’ve been here before, let’s not repeat past mistakes but i can do better now. on the part where gojo talked to mia while she was asleep, notice how he said he’s given a second chance to do better now, all because he couldn’t do them with mia but he could with y/n.

ohhh actually y/n was the one who established that ‘fulfilling mutual need and settling for familiarity instead of being lonely’ type of relationship. gojo avoided her for weeks and he’s pretty settled in keeping his distance, but she was the one who sought him out. deep down, y/n is afraid if she doesn’t at least use him as an anchor to her more humble roots, then she might spiral out of control and end up like valeria, thus using him as a ‘distraction’ but in reality, she needs his comfort to be grounded.

SECOND LEAD AGENDA OMG LETS GOOO 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ geto the fine fine option.

NO BESTIE MOMENT U MENTIONED LAWYER NAOYA I JUST KNEW I WAS GONNA SCREAM. okay but lawyer! naoya is so fine, i love his character so much bcos he’s a pure bean. originally, i was gonna make him an antagonist but i found he had more potential as a good, supportive character. HIS PEN SPIN HELPPP WHY COULDN’T HE JUST BEEN OUR BABY DADDY 😫 he pulls them fast spins bcos he’s nervous btw HAHAHAHA y/n can be quite intimidating and lawyer! naoya is sometimes too precious.

celebrity chef! sukuna is MEAN! he was pictured after gordon ramsay so lmao. omgggg sukuna being famous not only for his food but also his handsomeness 😳 he gets so cocky over how no one can get in his level while popping a battle of champagne, listening to ‘careless whisper’ while dancing to his reflection in the mirror 😤

also yoo supermodel! choso is THE hot shit 🥵 he’s so famous his schedule is packed for an entire year and a half and those are just for very selected brands and designers! ugh imagine going to work on the subway when you see supermodel! choso with rbf posing sexily and you swoon because he’s so sexy. plot twist that choso doesn’t know how to drive bcos as a kamo family member, they grew up with drivers taking them to and fro, so when his driver got sick and everyone else was busy, supermodel choso takes the subway himself and hides behind a face mask and cap while still wearing extravagant clothes that makes him stand out more. he does not have ‘subtle’ on his book at all.

and yeah people say he’s intimidating but its more his height and build + rbf! in reality, he’s just as soft and sweet as naoya, but both of them go into protective mode when someone they care about is being crapped on. and boy when they DO get into “what did you just say?” mode, better run away 🏃🏻‍♀️ supermodel! choso is also an heir to the kamo empire though not after the business, but he still has enough power to take you down in a second.

meanwhile, lawyer! naoya didn’t become this successful without being so savage yet composed he makes you question your entire existence before he drags you to court. lawyer! naoya is so scarily convincing that he can make you plead guilty even tho you did nothing wrong 💀

aaaah omg supermodel! choso LOVES babies actually! as the eldest child who looked after his brothers bcos the kamo parents are always away for work, being a father figure is so natural to him. i can picture him being the one who cries harder than gojo if the baby is born bcos he’s so excited, then reads poems to the baby before sighing that childbirth is such a beautiful thing 🥺

omg i know sweet n sour, the actresses are one of my faves tho i haven’t watched it yet! oooh they’re a nurse? i didn’t know that 🧐 i actually finish my short training in a week so i’ll be heading on to heavy majoring in psychology! wait bestie are YOU also a psych major 😳💕 oh and i see i see, sky castle *jots that down for future references* reckless actually has lots of significance in terms of the parents’ roles so i’m excited to see that! and aww thank you so much, can’t believe i made it in someone’s top three 🥺💕

HELP AHSKWKW i’m gonna call the best chiropractor in the world and send them gege’s way, i’ll cry a river if that’s what it takes to bring my boo back to life 😭 and noo baby the support already means a lot to me, i’m just happy to indulge in my hobbies and share it wih you all so thank you very much for everything 🥺 please take care of yourself too n have a nice day!! kith MWAH 💕

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: reckless #jjk: manga spoilers #anon:🍳

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starkerparkerpony · 4 years

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AU where Tony (44-45 y/o) meets an aged up (23-24 y/o) Peter after Civil War, Tony is broken up with Pepper and all kinds of sorry for himself. Peter is a ESU graduate and currently has an internship with Oscorp and is a photographer for the Daily Bugle he is also spiderman and therefore perpetually exhausted and has very little patience.

(It's been a while since I wrote something, please consider reblogging)

I scold because I stan

Tony was starting to get sick of himself.

The self hatred and self pity were starting to crescendo, which was shedding a lot of light on how he got to and where Tony currently was in his life.

Spangle's betrayal shouldn't have hurt as much as it did.

The breakup with Pepper shouldn't have been as painful as it was.

He shouldn't miss the team as much as he did.

Vision injuring Rhodey shouldn't have felt like a personal failure but it did.

Speaking of personal failures, the accords shouldn't have scattered more than half of the planet's protectors in the wind all while labeling them 'war criminals' but they had.

And Tony was sick of himself because his centrally heated penthouse shouldn't be haunted by a Serbian cold but it was.

Because his heartbeat shouldn't feel like someone trying to jackhammer the arc reactor into his sternum sometimes... but it did.

So he decided to go out because his inner 'self hatred' voice was starting to sound too much like his father and that was about the last straw for Tony.

A baseball cap, coat and muffler later, Tony Stark was roaming the streets of New York but then it was too fucking cold for that so he quickly ducked into a cozy looking Irish pub.

He quickly scanned the place for a place to sit, it was pretty packed except for a booth which was occupied by one person who had their head down on the table and appeared to be, best case scenario, dozing off or worst case scenario, passed out.

Appropriate company for the kind of evening he was having he thought to himself as he made his way to the booth.

A waiter came to take his order and Tony took it upon himself to order a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. If he was gonna get hammered in a public place against all good sense then atleast he was gonna do it with some company... even if said company was seemingly unconscious.

When the waiter put down the glasses, his boothmate woke up. And Tony was confronted with a gorgeous guy with stunning brown eyes, he was sporting a rather sizable shiner over his left one but it did absolutely nothing to detract from his attractiveness.

"Jesus Christ... are you actually Tony Stark? Or am I hallucinating?" The guy asked quietly.

"I was hoping you wouldn't recognize me." Tony wrinkled his nose as he admitted.

"That's either a scathing comment on your perception of the general public's intellect or humility which absolutely does not go with the reputation that precedes you," the guy scoffed.

Huh... he's sharp and quick Tony thought.

"A little bit of both. The hat usually, miraculously works." Tony explained

"Don't judge me but I've had an entire wall dedicated to your face ever since your first Rolling Stone cover... the hat wasn't gonna work on me."

"That's a lot to unpack from a stranger"

"I'm Peter Parker."

"You know who I am."

Peter's face split into an overjoyed smile when Tony said that. It was a ridiculous 'only in New York' kinda thing to find yourself in the same booth as Iron Man in your local pub and Peter really needed this after the day he'd had. He was still completely terrified that at any moment Tony would accuse him of being Spiderman and make him sign the accords but he was also gonna let himself relax and enjoy meeting his hero a little.

"I'm not a billionaire expert but shouldn't you be drinking at a much upper scale place than this?" As amazed as he was, Peter was also perplexed by Tony's presence in the pub.

"There's a lot about me that absolutely does not go with the reputation that precedes me. You just admitted to me that you have a wall dedicated to my face and then brushed past it like it was nothing..." Tony said, incredulous.

"You're pretty, you're an amazing scientist, you build robots and are a superhero because of a badass armour you made that can fly. I'm a nerd and bisexual, it's is nothing, just nature basically," Peter waved him off as he started to pour the whiskey for them.

Surprisingly enough Tony's cheeks were a little flushed by the time Peter looked up, which made him think that maybe there isn't much accurate about the reputation that precedes Tony Stark.

"Hmm... who did that to your face?" Tony asked about the shiner Peter was sporting.

"Umm... a girl was getting mugged, I tried to play hero, you should see the other guy as the saying goes" Peter shrugged.

"Wow good for you... could've ended badly though." Tony's chest was unexpectedly and rather worryingly tight hearing about the danger Peter had been in.

"I know... I lost a loved one to a mugging gone wrong but the girl needed help, I didn't really have a choice."

It was like hearing those words was the straw that broke the camel's back for Tony. Because he completely understood what Peter meant. Tony never really felt like he had a choice either and whether or not Peter was ready to have a lot of information about the Avengers and his 'face wall' buddy Iron Man's wretched life choices, he was gonna be vented at like there was no tomorrow. Because Stark men don't go to therapy, they drink and speak very fast at unsuspecting civilians.

So Tony talked and Peter listened, about how the star spangled man with a plan is a fucking douchebag, how fucking hurt he felt that Nat, Clint and Wanda would still choose him over Tony, how he hasn't been able to look Rhodey in the eye since Germany and probably never will be, how easily things fell apart with Pepper even after he tried so hard, how the winter soldier fucking killed his mom and fucking spangles hid it from him, how he probably deserved it because that poor kid that got killed in Sokovia because of him... and as Tony talked he also drank so he was feeling pretty buzzed by the time he was done talking thankfully Peter was drinking right along with him.

It wasn't really a conversation, rather Iron Man just venting to him... he did notice a pattern though, everything Tony complained about, he tied up the line of thought with ultimately blaming himself for it.

Peter had always felt a certain kinship with the guy... but this man telling him how helpless his power had made him to the massive responsibility that came along with it, hit too close to home.

"Are you always this self loathe-y or is this just a today thing?" Peter asked when Tony stopped talking

"What? I don't... what?"

"Buddy... Captain America, if he really did to you what you say he did... then who gives a shit? He's an asshole. And I'm not even a supporter of the accords but even I think that the Rogues could have handled it in a better way...

No seriously, there's way more enhanced folks in this country than just the Avengers, some of them are minors, there's a dude in Hells Kitchen who is gonna sue the government and the UN so that the registration thing is scrapped, Charles Xavier and his team are even collaborating on the lawsuit.

Those people could have really used Captain America with them on this but he was too busy playing Rambo and violating other countries' sovereignty and beating the living shit out of Iron Man apparently.

I mean for a genius, you're a dumbass because you let the people who once tried to nuke Manhattan convince you that you're more dangerous than they are but you had 'dead-kid-in-Sokovia' guilt. So I get it but c'mon cut yourself some slack."

Tony was a bit flabbergasted by the kid's performance.

"Of course you'd say it... you stick my pictures on your wall," Tony grumbled

"Oh hell no! You will not use my stan status against me. I know exactly how problematic my fav is. I know your family made their fortune selling weapons and not just to the US Military and I know you only gave a crap about the under the table dealing with terrorists when they threatened your life but I'm sorry Mr. Stark if you deny yourself the credit for learning from your mistakes then every human everywhere is going straight to hell.

Intellicrops prevented famines... the arc reactor technology is saving the planet from global warming...

I saw that video of Helena Cho with those acid attack victims in India and openly weeped in a Starbucks...

You really did privatize world peace... there's a reason the biggest threat to us now is "evil aliens" you know... cause' what the fuck chance does ISIS have against War Machine? Even that Mandarin thing turned out to be a hoax.

I have 3 patents because of my Maria Stark Foundation grant and I didn't even get the MIT-full funding ones... one day one of those kids is going to cure cancer and it's going to be because of you.

So of course I'll defend you man... but you don't seem to realize that any decent person would." Peter was pretty pleased with himself after that and shot Tony an eyebrow raise as if daring him to disagree.

"I got nothing."

"Of course you don't." Peter grinned.

Maybe Tony had just isolated himself too much from people who didn't consider him a complete and utter asshole.

But with Peter it didn't even feel like praise... it was like the guy was scolding him for being too mean to himself.

It felt nice nonetheless.

Before Tony had even recovered from Peter's glorious rant, the younger guy handed him a business card with the words "Daily Bugle" embossed on it.

"Don't hold my gossip rag workplace against me... it's easy money and I'm only doing it till Norman Osbourne starts paying me for the work I already do for him." Peter shrugged

"You're with Oscorp? What do you do? Why not SI?" If he had scored an internship with Oscorp and a grant from his own foundation then he must be good enough for SI.

"I'm R&D chemical engineering and I'm not at SI because your recruiters are assholes who demand 3 years experience for a beginner position..." said Peter matter of factly.

"You should apply with us again." Tony insisted, the guy had 3 patents and very sharp, after tonight the least Tony could do was get him a job.

"You should call me." Peter countered

"I- wait are you hitting on me?" And much to Tony's chagrin, he found himself blushing again.

"Yeah duh Mr. Stark."

"I'm old enough to be your father." Tony sputtered and that hurt to admit.

"And I have insane daddy issues- you'll love me. I'm not even gonna ask you for a selfie... you don't look your best right now but definitely call me." Peter winked as he started to leave.

"You're fucking negging me?!" said Tony looking up at the ballsy kid as he slid out of the booth.

"Hey you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. Gandhi said that." The kid called over his shoulder as he walked away.

"Gandhi absolutely did not say that Peter." Tony yelled back.

God he was gonna call the guy.

Read part 2 here, part 3 here

#starker #starker fic #tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #Peter Parker #precious Tony #badass Peter #spideriron #iron spider #i scold because i stan #starker au #aged up peter parker

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wienerbarnes · 4 years

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Cheek to Cheek (2/5)

Pairing: Bucky x Criminal!Reader

Word Count: 1,320

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and unsafe kidnapped-related conditions

SERIES MASTERLIST

“This Hydra facility showed to be more blistering and tortuous than the last, only having a handful of survivors left! Look! There’s one! It’s a girl! It’s a girl! She’s smiling! She’s smiling! That’s clearly a smile!”

Bucky watches the frantic news reporter yell over your rescue and feels the hair on the back of his neck raise as he watches a wide grin stretch across your face. The video is shaky and chaotic but he can clearly make out the ragged and ripped up tactical gear on your body, large stars on the sleeves and the infamous skull and tentacles on the chest. Your body is drenched in blood and there’s even blood in the cracks of your teeth of your smile.

“They tried to find her family or at least someone who knows her, but nothing came of it. Once she was cleared from a hospital they advised intense therapy and later sent her off to a psychiatric ward. She killed three people there before they relocated her to a more military grade psych ward. She then killed a guard which put her on death row.” Sharon explains to Bucky once he pauses the video.

She has F.R.I.D.A.Y display multiple images as she speaks; holograms of you once you were cleaned up the hospital, pictures of your victims, crime scene photos, and more.

“What makes you think she knows anything about where these missing kids are? Besides the fact that she used to be Hydra?” Bucky asks.

“About a year ago there was another missing child case that the FBI was handling; a detective had a similar idea when they connected the dots to Hydra and they contacted her. She claimed that she could feel the child’s pain and then described the surroundings of where the child was later found in full detail. Some said it was luck, others said she was somehow connected with somebody on the outside, others said she was psychic and could truly see and feel these things.” Sharon finishes that last part with a small smirk on her face. Bucky sees Sam roll his eyes in his peripheries.

“I mean, after all the shit we’ve seen, I’m not surprised…” Bucky trails off as he glances back down at the laptop in front of him, the screen paused on your face; your creepy smile disturbing him and making him feel uneasy.

“I set up a time to talk to her tomorrow morning. The ward warned us that… she’s not exactly stable. They said not to expect much.” Sam clarifies and Bucky assumes he’s going through with this because it was Sharon’s idea.

“Tell me about the missing teenagers.”

“James Summers and Elizabeth Hawley - both 19, both students at Columbia University, both studying biophysics with concentrations in genetics. Summers is leaning towards molecular enhancements while Hawley’s leaning towards changes in future evolution. Sound familiar?” Sharon teases.

“Hydra’s favorite meal. What did the FBI figure out before handing it over to us?”

“They made a connection to another couple of students kidnapped a year ago, to the day. They were found murdered about 8 days after their abduction; except this happened at Duke University.” Sam interrupts.

“...So five days? That’s a grim deadline.” Bucky’s brow twitches at the thought of these kids being killed for their knowledge.

Sharon and Sam don’t audibly answer but Bucky’s throat goes dry as he understands their silence.

…

“Let’s deal, shall we?”

Bucky, Sam, and Sharon sit across from you in the interrogation room of the psych ward. Your wrists are cuffed, but not to the table, and your ankles are shackled; the metal clanking against the metal chair you sit in every couple of minutes. Your orange jumpsuit is bright against your otherwise depressed skin; it’s obvious it’s been awhile since it’s gotten any care.

Bucky notes that you’re a small little thing. Short, strong build but definitely not big enough to take down anyone too much larger than you. The only other color on your body besides your jumpsuit is a baby blue string bracelet on your left wrist and a small tattoo on your neck; a Japanese style Hannya mask with bright red skin and teal eyes. Your fingers are skinny as they twitch against each other and Bucky can only imagine when it was the last time you had a fulfilling meal. He wonders how much he really has in common with you.

“My life… for the kids.” You smile brightly. Although your features are exaggerated as you speak, Bucky can hardly see any emotion in your face; you feel absolutely nothing.

“You’re gonna have to do a little more for me first.” Sam says as he stands, taking a small clear bag out of the backpack Sharon brought. Inside the bag sits a small square of blue fabric.

Bucky glances at Sharon for clarification but she stares straight ahead at you. I’m sure Bird Brain has a reason.

Sam removes the fabric from the bag and places it in your hands. You immediately grip it tightly and close your eyes.

The longer you hold onto the fabric, the tighter your grip is and the more laboured your breathing becomes. Suddenly you gasp loudly and Bucky flinches a bit.

“Pain! I feel pain… It’s dark. Dark and cold, so cold,” Your eyes open wide and Bucky can see tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Your knuckles are turning white from how hard you’re holding onto the fabric.

“The-the boy. His-his hands are- they’re tied with twine… packing twine. A-and a hanger. They whip him with a coat hanger. A wire coat hanger... “ You trail off as tears begin to fall down your cheeks and your hands begin to shake.

“A cellar… Warehouse, condemned. An angel of stone. Waterfall. W-water falling. N-not water. They’re there.” You gasp.

Bucky scribbles down what you’re saying just in case, but he feels Sam’s annoyance from where he’s sitting and assumes they won’t be coming back here.

Bucky knows Hydra experimented, but people who can see things like this? From touching fabric? It unlikely; Hydra wanted soldiers, not mind readers. Perhaps the other case she helped solve was pure luck.

“Oh, God… oh, God…” You mumble as Sam finally approaches you and crouches down to meet your eyes.

He plucks the fabric from your fingers roughly, “I tore this off the back of my New York Knicks T-shirt.” He whispers, “It has nothing to do with the crime.”

Sam stands as a buzzer is sounded, signaling the unlocking of the door and he walks out as Sharon follows. Bucky stands and gathers his notebook and slides the cap on his pen, putting both in Sharon’s backpack and heads towards the open door.

“Heaven, I’m in heaven… And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…”

Bucky freezes at the doorway as he hears your voice singing softly.

“And I seem to find the happiness that I seek… When we’re out together, dancing cheek to cheek…” You trail off.

Bucky slowly turns around to face you and sees Steve sitting in your spot smiling at him and he quickly shuts his eyes. One… Two… Three… Bucky counts in his head before slowly opening his eyes to see you staring at him, small innocent smile on your face, eyes staring at him with almost a hint of love and adoration.

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, pal.” You speak to him, voice soft and inviting. Bucky’s breath catches in his throat and he feels like he’s about to throw up. He quickly turns and catches up with his partners, accidentally brushing past Sharon with a bit of force.

“You okay, Bucky? Did she say something to you?” Sharon asks, resting a gentle hand on his upper arm.

“Uh, n-no. She didn’t. I just, uh, I gotta get home.” Bucky spits out.

Sam and Sharon don’t question it.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x criminal!reader #criminal!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #x files au #crime au #bucky barnes series #series

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Unexpected Circumstances Ch 2

Warnings: Language, talk of the job, PG13 rating? Sonny Carisi x Reader, but I’ve given her a name for the sake of my sanity lolol

9 hours later, you’d managed to get back to two different apartments, had a quick shower, and gathered all the information you needed from both, you were behind schedule as you walked into the SVU squad room with a box of files and evidence. The crew was already gathered around the white board, trying to figure out the bust before you burst the bubble. You softly dropped the box onto an empty desk,

“Sorry I’m late, took longer to take care of things that I thought.” You addressed Captain Benson, most of the squad’s attention was turned towards you, your chest tightened. 7 years of undercover work and you were still stressed every time you transferred units, more worried about the fact that this was Sonny’s old crew.

“Detective Sophie Montgomery.” Olivia gestured toward you, “Please treat her with respect, she may be our newest recruit from Staten Island Vice, but she’s highly recommended, she’s not new to this. You may recognize her as one of our arrests from last night, she’s been working this ring undercover for the past 7 years and she’s going to be the biggest help we have with this case.” She gave you a tight smile, stepping back from the white board. You took a breath in, surveying over what they had up on the white board.

“Okay,” You started to move pictures around on the board, “Y’all made the bust too early, which means..”Your hand shot up to the three blacked out silhouettes at the top of the board,”That you don’t have any of these three in your custody, and those three are the ones you need.” You moved a few more things around on the board, “Alejandro Martinez is the King of Manhattan, and has been for years,” Your fingers tapped the top photo, “He works with a Queen and a Prince, and he only works on the Upper East Side. These parties aren’t like you’d normally expect, the clients are high profile, actors, producers, judges, lawyers, cops, wall street guys, politicians, everything you’d hate to have to prosecute.The drugs are clean, mainly coke and ecstasy, bottles of Prosecco, Patron, high end shit, they rarely deal with underage girls, unless there’s a new pimp who they want to try out, or someone high up makes a specific request.”

You glanced around the bull pen, noticing that Dominick had joined in, your breath hitched every so slightly. He however found himself somewhat entranced, he always enjoyed watching you work like this, your brain managed to wrap its way around things that everyone else missed, and you always seemed to know all the secrets people wanted to keep to themselves. Amanda interrupted your thoughts.

“So Martinez is the King, we know his brother is the prince, who’s the Queen?” You cocked an eyebrow at her.

“How do you think I have this much information?” You slouched against the desk next to you, “Listen, there is no way you can take down this ring with what you have from the bust. Every time there’s been a party busted the main 3 haven’t been present, or it’s just one of them and they get been slapped with a misdemeanour. They disappear to some remote corner of the globe, but like clockwork 6 months later, manage to find each other again, give me until then and I promise you a bust, with the top three all there.” You eyes scanned over the room, “While I can work here, I cannot break my cover, I can’t have anything to do with this case, I’ll help you gain any information but I can’t testify.” You could feel Olivia sigh heavily across the room,

“Okay, we’ll talk to the suspects, you and Carisi watch, anything that doesn’t match, you tell us immediately.” Olivia gestured towards interrogation 1, Sonny and you following behind her before she closed the door, being alone with him skyrocketed your emotions, you shoved your hands into your pockets so he wouldn’t notice them shaking.

At first you listened in silence, then Sonny felt like he couldn’t hold it in anymore, the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could even try to stop himself,

“Did, did you have ta do …anything ya didn’t…want to..while you were under?” His voice was so gentle you barely felt it, you could nearly feel the tears but you knew what he was thinking. 7 years under in a sex ring, it was only logical, and this was the first moment you’d had truly alone since your reappearance. Both of your faces stayed strictly facing forward into the interrogation room, attempting to pretend that you were listening to what happened in front of you. Carisi felt just as drawn to you in that moment as he did the first time he asked you to coffee, the warm smell of your perfume brought back memories of holding you close, burying your head into the crook of his neck, the briefest of grins flashed across his face before you replied.

“No. Of course not,” You risked a lightning fast glance over to him, “I worked mainly on the books, took care of the girls, nothing ever happened.” You couldn’t help yourself, admiration burning at your cheeks knowing that he was worried about you, you pulled your hand out of your pocket, giving his elbow a reassuring squeeze before dropping your hand.

The two of you watched the confrontation in front of you, not registering that you were slowly inching closer to each other with each shuffle of your feet. Sonny felt his hand taking control as it brushed against yours and immediately felt like a middle schooler on his first date again, blush creeping up his neck, but when you didn’t shy away, he found his finger looping around your left ring finger. Your heart jumped into your throat at the gesture, finally turning away from the glass to properly look at the man beside you.

“I’m sorry I was such an ass yester-“ Dominick started before you cut him off,

“You’re not the one who should be apologizing,” A shaky breath to try and keep you calm, “I am unbelievably sorry…for everything.” Looking directly into those steely blue eyes was nearly intimidating, they softened at your statement, the faintest of a smile creasing his face.

“You were just doin’ your job.” In that moment, properly seeing each other, silently forgiving previous actions, the air in the room shifted. Carisi reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair off your face, his thumb briefly stroking your jawline before running down your arm and you were completely lost in the moment gravitating towards each other. A loud bang from the other side of the glass made both of you jump, pulling apart as you were reminded where you were, shifting back into work mode.

Sonny chuckled softly to himself, you cocked at eyebrow in his direction,

“Bella’s gonna freak.” You laughed lightly at that,

“Your Ma’s gonna actually kill me.”

“I’ll be sure to remind her assaulting a police officer is a punishable crime.” The playfulness slightly returned to the room, soft smiles and small laughs filling the awkwardness of the previous night.

***

As the day came to a close, you were sitting at your desk finishing up a pile of paperwork leftover from the various cases SVU had managed to arrest over the course of the day. The squad room had emptied out, and Olivia took advantage of that as she stopped at the side of your desk on her way out. You paused your writing, looking up at her,

“What can I help ya with Captain?” She faltered slightly, piecing together the words before she spoke,

“We’re…not going to have any..problems with the DA’s office are we?” It was a reasonable concern considering the only interaction she had witnessed with you and the A.D.A. was a heated screaming match followed by a physical altercation. You leaned back in your chair as you answered,

“No. That was a one time thing, I promise.” She quirked an eyebrow, not sure if she should believe you, so you continued, “You ever had someone come back from the dead?” Confusion took over Benson’s face,

“Yeah actually…one of our A.D.A.’s was shot in front of me, 12 hours later she turned up inside a car on the way to witness protection.” You watched as the emotions moved across her face, “It was a lot to process.”

“Now take all those feelings and add on about 7 years.”

“Jesus.” She muttered, shaking her head,

“Carisi and I will be fine, it was just a lot to go through so suddenly. And…I do apologize about the whole thing, it was wildly unprofessional, not exactly how I wanted to have my first day at SVU.” Olivia gave a stark laugh to that,

“It’s okay, just don’t make it a habit.” She shouldered her bag, “And don’t stay too late, just finish up what you can.”

“I will, night Cap.” You turned back to the last few pages as Liv exited the squad room, leaving you to quietly finish your work.

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch9: You Just Keep On Giving

Summary: Katie and Coulson’s team head off in an attempt to track down the missing Asgardian staff whilst Steve confronts Fury about his actions. Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) over 18s only thanks. LANGUAGE!!

Flashbacks depicted in italics.

November 2013

Steve was sat on his couch when Katie called. Smiling he accepted the face time and she beamed at him.

“Hey handsome.” she smiled “Am I glad to see your face.” “You’ve only been gone a few hours.” he chuckled.

“7, actually.” she pouted “Jerk.” He grinned “7 too long, love. How’s it going?” “Ok, we’re heading out tomorrow to speak to a professor I took some advice from when Thor was first on Earth. He’s based in Seville so not too far away.” “Tour of Europe, nice.” “Be nicer if you were here.” she sighed

“Wish I was. The team ok?” he asked, leaning back.

“Well I know all of them bar 1.” Katie said “And like all of them bar 1”

Steve laughed “They made a good first impression then?” “Oh, it’s not the one I don’t know that I don’t like.” she paused, before letting out a groan and wrinkling up her freckle spattered nose “Fucking Ward is here.” Steve frowned and sat up, swallowing the anger rising from his chest “What?” “Yeah, apparently his post was one with Coulson’s mobile team. Go figure.” “Son of a…” Steve was mad, really mad. First off Fury had sprung Coulson on his girl, and now this. He looked at her as she shook her head, shrugging “You could always come home.” he suggested, even though he knew she wouldn’t.

“I’m involved now.” she said, “might as well see it through. And as much of a dickhead he is, he’s a good agent so…” “I’m not sure I like you being cooped up in so close proximity to him.” Steve sighed, and as her eyes narrowed he knew he’d said the wrong thing.

Katie frowned “What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t you trust me?” “Of course I do.” he placated, cursing himself. And he did. He trusted her implicitly “I just know how much he upset you and I don’t like him.”

Katie laughed at his somewhat childish answer and he was pleased to see the anger in her face dissipating. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m over him now.” “I wish I was over you…” Steve said, smirking and she gave a shocked gasp.

“Captain Badass! How rude…” He laughed and then sighed “But I mean it. If he steps a toe outta line, I’ll be on a jet straight over to break his nose, again.”

Katie smirked “You didn’t break it last time, that was Tony remember?”

Remember? How could he forget?

They’d were at a bar, Tony was in town and Lawson’s band had been playing so they had gone out for a few beers. And then he’d shown up, again. Steve and Katie had spent most of the night trying to keep Tony calm and away from him, and now by some sick twist of fate Steve unfortunately, found himself next to Ward at the bar as he waited to get another round of drinks in whilst Tony and Natasha were at a table by the dance floor. Ward was watching Katie whilst she danced with Clint as the archer twirled her effortlessly round the floor as the post-band DJ continued to play. Steve didn’t miss the way her ex boy-friend’s eyes travelled down her body and backup again and he felt himself bristle as he watched the man, blatantly ogling his girl. It wasn’t alien, she turned heads wherever but the fact it was her ex riled him big time, especially as this man had treat her like shit, made her feel worthless… Steve hated him for that.

Ward looked up and at least had the grace to look a little sheepish at being caught.

“Sorry Captain…just, well, you have a hell of a woman there.”

Steve looked at the man, his voice low and emotionless “I know.”

“Biggest regret I have is how I treated her.” Ward sighed, taking a drink from his glass. “I was a jerk.”

“No arguments here.” Steve muttered, a bit louder than he had intended as the bar tender approached with his order. Steve paid and picked up his bottle to take a swig whilst waiting for his change, only to find Ward talking to him again.

“She was a demon in the sack too, as you’ll know…” Ward said, looking straight ahead, a smirk on his face. Steve paused, bottle raised to his mouth. Was this asshole actually going there?

“I’ve no idea why I went looking elsewhere.” Ward continued, before he turned to look at Steve, “The things she can do with her mouth and-“

“That’s enough.” Steve said, his voice was loaded with anger as he slammed the bottle down on the counter causing it to shatter, sending its contents flying over the surface along with shards of glass as he turned his head to look at Ward, ignoring the bar tenders squeak of shock. As Steve stood up straight and glared at the man, who was an inch or so shorter than he was, he knew he’d risen to the ridiculous goading and given Ward the reaction he wanted, but right now what he wanted was to smash the fucker’s face straight down into the pool of beer that was gathered on the surface below and watch as his nose broke.

But he didn’t get chance, as at that moment a whirl of grey blazer and dark jeans flew in between them both and suddenly Ward was on the floor.

Tony had punched him straight in the face.

“Man I’ve been waiting to do that for years…” Tony said, shaking out his fist as he glanced down at Ward.

“You broke my nose…” Ward said as he stood up, shrugging off Rollins who had helped him to his feet. “Yeah well you broke my sister’s heart” Tony snarled back as Natasha stepped in front of him, both hands on her chest pushing him away. “Sue me.”

“What is going on?” a loud voice said to their side and all 3 men turned to see Katie stood there, Clint at her side, a blank expression on her face as her eyes locked onto Tony’s.

“Your brother just punched me.” Ward said, wiping at his bloodied face.

"yeah I saw that. " She said, eyes still on Tony "Why?”

“Because he’s a dick.” Tony said simply “And he was picking a fight with Spangles. Thought I’d get in there first…”

Katie looked at Steve who gave her a raise of his eyebrows in confirmation before she tuned to look at Tony again.

“You were protecting Captain America…” Katie said, her lips twitching slightly.

Tony shrugged “That and I just really wanted to hit him.” “Come on guys…” the bar tender said lightly “I don’t want to have to ask any of you to leave…”

“You never did like me, did you Tony?” Ward wiped again at his nose, spatters of blood landing all over his shirt.

“No.” Tony deadpanned simply, picking at something on his sleeve.

“Time to go Ward…” Rollins said, patting Ward’s chest. Ward shot one last look at the group before turning to go.

“Ok, nothing to see here…move it a long…” Clint said as the crowd that had gathered dissipated and the volume level of the club returned to normal.

Tony groaned, shaking out his right hand. “Jesus that hurt.” “Let me see…” Natasha said, turning to Tony as Clint announced that the fact Ward had his nose splattered across his face called for a celebratory round of chasers, turning to the bar.

Steve stepped towards his girl and gently placed a hand in the small of her back and she turned to look at him, breaking her gaze from the door Ward had left through.

“So what did he say to you to make you lose it?” She said gently.

“I didn’t lose it, Tony was the one that punched him” he said someone childishly.

Katie raised an eyebrow “Oh, and did Tony smash that bottle all over the bar?” “You saw that?” Steve wrinkled his nose, sheepishly.

She nodded. “What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter” he said softly.

“Let me guess, ‘she was amazing in bed…’” she mimicked a deep voice “’she can do amazing things with her hands…mouth…pick a hole’” Steve flushed bright red, which was answer in itself as she shook her head.

“So predictable.” Katie said, her eyes not once leaving Steve’s “You know he was doing it on purpose, to get a rise out of you. And it worked.”

“Yeah, I know.” Steve sighed, reaching out and gently grabbing her hips, pulling her to him. “I just…I didn’t like him talking about you like that, I wouldn’t like anyone talking about you like that.” He saw Katie’s mouth twitch at the side as her hands gently wrapped around his upper arms. ”My hero.”

He let out a huff of a laugh and was about to, once again, point out that it was Tony who had landed the blow when the Inventor reminded them himself.

“Jesus you are a sadist!” Tony was pulling his hand away from where Nat had pressed a towel wrapped around a load of ice to his knuckles.

“Quite being a baby.” she said airily as Tony glared at her, holding his hand to his chest.

“To be fair to Tony…” Steve said, grinning at the memory as he looked at the screen of his StarkPhone “It was a pretty good punch.” Katie sniggered and looked up as Steve heard a knock on her door. “Yeah?” A voice from off screen spoke. “Hey, we’re meeting for some food and a few beers if you wanna…” “Yeah I’ll be with you in a sec…” “Are you talking to him?” the voice gained pitch and Steve arched an eyebrow letting out a soft sigh.

Katie laughed “Yeah, hey Stevie…you got a fan.” she said looking at him before he turned the phone round and Steve saw a small woman, leaning in the doorway, long, dark hair tucked behind her ears. He rubbed his neck slightly embarrassed and waved.

“Hi…” “Skye, Steve, Steve, Skye…” “Nice to meet you Skye…well, talk to you…” “You too Cap.” she grinned as Katie turned the phone round. “I’ll see you down there.”

Katie nodded as she shut the door.

“That was the newbie.” she said to Steve who smiled at her. “She seems nice.” Steve nodded. “I’ll let you go get some food, I know how you get when you don’t eat.”

“Oh hello kettle, this is Steve Rogers here. You're black” she said sarcastically making him laugh loudly “You’re the king of hanger.” “And that makes you the queen of hanger by default so…”

“Smart ass.” she said after a pause, “I better go, I’ll message you later.”

“Love you.” he smiled at her. “Love you too.” she said, before adding with a sarcastic grin “My king…”

***** Katie had no idea where the food came from but she didn’t care. A big, greasy bacon cheeseburger with a side of loaded fries really hit the spot, especially alongside a large glass of Aviation gin.

As they ate they talked and Fitz, who was bouncing on his chair eventually lost his composure and leant forward.

“So…I’m sorry…and May told me not to ask but I have to… what’s it like dating Captain America?” Katie gave a huff as she swallowed down her food. “I wouldn’t know.” she said “I’m dating Steve Rogers.”

"I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…” Fitz stuttered as May threw him a filthy look whilst Simmons hit him on the arm.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” she smiled “I just… well, there’s far more to him than the shield and the stars and stripes….he’s the kindest, gentlest, sweetest guy I’ve ever met.”

Ward shifted in his seat and whilst Katie didn’t look at him, the movement didn’t go unnoticed.

“But, isn’t he like, dead old fashioned?” Skye asked. “Being like nearly a hundred…” “Not really.” Katie said, shrugging “I mean he has a few little quirks, but he’s adapted quite well all things considered”

“How is he?” Coulson asked “I mean, I’ve not seen him since…well, I died.” “He’s good.” Katie smiled “He’s fit right in to SHIELD and…he’s happy, we’re happy.”

“Oh that’s so sweet!” Simmons gushed.

“An Avengers love story…” Fitz sighed. “Man, wish I could be an Avenger…”

"What would your super power be?” Ward snorted, knocking back his scotch “Boring everyone to death with algorithms?” “You do know that there’s only actually 3 out of the 7 of us that a super power of sorts.” Katie said simply, shooting Ward a glare before she turned to Fitz “Steve, Dr Banner and Thor. The rest of us rely on training or technology…” “So you’re saying I have a chance?” Fitz grinned causing the rest of the table to laugh or snort.

“Never give up on your dreams.” May deadpanned, causing the table to laugh.

They continued chatting and attacked their food before Skye continued questioning

“We’re all dying to know…” she looked at Katie “What was AC like as an SO?” Coulson groaned and Katie laughed, swallowing the rest of her burger “He was the best.” she smirked, “although to be fair, once I started training as a Field Op, my real SO was Hawkeye.” “Now HE is dreamy…” Simmons said “all dark and broody and…arrowy…” “Arrowy?” Skye snorted “that isn’t even a word…”

“He’ll love that!” Katie said, laughing “Arrowy...”

Coulson stood up, gesturing round the table as people had finished drinks and he headed to the bar to get more, Fitz and Ward following to help.

“So how did you end up joining SHIELD?” Katie looked at Skye.

“I hacked them.” She shrugged “I was trailing some guy who had taken some extremis serum and blew their cover.”

“You’d get on very well with my brother.” Katie snorted “He hacks SHIELD for fun.” “Still?” Coulson asked as he placed another drink down in front of her.

She nodded “Much to Fury’s annoyance...”

She trailed off slightly as she remembered the last time Tony had hacked SHIELD. He’d discovered something that she really wished he hadn’t. SHIELD were conducting experiments on the recovered Chitauri weapons. It had pissed her, Steve and Tony off no end and made her extremely glad the Tesseract had gone back to Asgard with Thor. Meddling with things they didn’t understand never did any good. But more so it was the fact that Fury had declared it was all being destroyed upon recovery. Another lie the Director had spun. And she was getting tired of them. Real tired.

Shaking the thought off she turned her attention to Coulson who was now talking about the task in hand tomorrow. The team came up with a plan about who was going where and when, and then Katie decided she’d had enough. She stood up, bidding the team goodnight.

***** The university was a short drive away from where they had set The Bus down. Coulson drove in his beloved red sports car, Lola. When they arrived they easily navigated their way through to Elliot’s office. As they reached his office door, it swung outwards and Coulson held it open. “I’ll see you later.” Elliot was saying to a dark haired, female student who exited the office with a pile of paper and books clutched in her arm. Elliot looked up, saw them standing there and let out a small exclamation of surprise.

“Oh…”

“Professor Randolph.” Coulson said, shaking his hand.

“Agent Coulson, Agent Stark”

“Good to see you again.” Katie shook his hand.

“Well I never, come in, come in.” “Waterfield 44” Phil said suddenly, and Katie looked at him frowning. It was only when Elliot looked down at the pen in his hand, holding it out for Coulson to take that she realised what he was talking about. “14-Karat gold nib with mother of pearl inlay.” Coulson turned the pen over in his hand before offering it back.

Katie bit back a snort, it sounded like something Tony would own. “That’s quite an eye you’ve got. I didn’t know you were a collector.” Professor Randalph laughed.

“On my wages?” Coulson snorted “I wish.” “Well…” Elliot took the pen back and tucked it in his pocket before looking at them. “I’m assuming you found something on the ground in London…”

“In a tree in Norway.” Coulson added, placing the case containing the printed rod that Fitz had made on the desk, opening it. ”And unfortunately we weren’t the ones who found it.” Katie added “It’s a 3-D model” Couslon said, handing the item to Elliot who took it, examining it closely. “Oh, that is amazing”

He turned away from them and put the rods symbols under a light to look at them better. “Now, based on these runes,” he said, still looking at it “I’d say I’m looking at a piece of Berserker Staff.”

Katie smiled as her and Coulson exchanged a look. Even if she said so herself, she was good at this.

“But I think you already know that…” Elliot looked up as he set the rod down.

“Only suspected.” Katie smiled “My knowledge on it is sketchy, and there are many different theories about it so...”

The Professor stood up and walked over to pull a book off his shelf “Here.” He set the book on the desk and Katie and Coulson looked down at a drawing of a man holding the rod up high over his head, the rod in the book was considerably bigger than the one that was taken out of the tree. Katie started to read the book as Elliot continued to explain. “The man in question was a solider in the Berserker Army” Professor Randalph spoke “Berserker Army?” Coulson asked “Oh, yeah. A powerful army. Fierce army” Elliot spoke “Berserkers battled like raging beasts, destroying everything in their path. A single Berserker had the strength of 20 warriors”. “So whoever wielded the staff got superhuman strength?” Coulson asked “Fighting with it put the warrior into a state of uncontrollable rage” he replied, picking up the rod and showing it to Coulson. “The staff contained a very powerful magic”. “The warrior in the story?” Coulson pressed as Katie continued to read, frowning as she spotted something pretty interesting. “He came to Earth to fight,” Elliot said “But he ended up falling in love.”

“With whom?” Coulson asked “With life, on Earth. Humanity” Professor Randalph shrugged “He fell so much in love that when his army returned to Asgard, he stayed behind.”

“And the staff? He broke it?”

Professor Randalph nodded “He didn’t want its dark magic falling into the wrong hands. So, according to legend he broke it into three pieces and hid each one in a different location.” “That manuscript wouldn’t happen to say where he hid them, would it?” Coulson asked. “Actually, it does.” Katie spoke, and placed the book down on the desk, pointing at it, smiling. “In three verses.”

“Now, let’s all bear in mind these are poetic abstracts from long-lost ancient texts.” Elliot said as Katie cleared her throat and began to read.

“So, there is one about a tree, which they’ve found it seems. Another is ‘East of the river, sun overhead, buried in Earth with the bones of the dead.”’

“That’s a bit macabre, isn’t it?” Randalph said, folding his arms as he smiled.

“There’s another one here.” she continued “Well, this one doesn’t even have a rhyme. But the gist of it is “close to God.” That could be anything, couldn’t it?” “Yeah, I was hoping for less metaphor, more longitude and latitude” Coulson sighed. “Well, maybe we should start looking at areas and places located near Viking raid routes” Katie said, an idea coming to her “Being Norse and all…”

“There have been some recent interesting findings of Norse relics on Baffin Island off the coast of Canada” Randalph shrugged “ Yeah, a virtual treasure trove of new artefacts.”

“Well, we’ll check it out. Thank you for your time Professor.” Coulson said, reaching out to shake his hand. Steve and I also did the same and followed him out of the university

“So AC, Baffin Island?” Katie said as they climbed back into Lola.

“Did you know there’s Mount Thor on Baffin Island?” Coulson said, starting up the car as Katie shut the passenger door.

“Really?” “Yeah, and do you know what’s not on Mount Thor?” Coulson asked “Anything Asgardian at all. Our agents on the ground combed over it when all these Norse relics turned up. Didn’t find a thing”

***** “So like you’re a Mission Analyst.” Skye looked at Katie, across the table of the Planning Room

“Yeah”

“And a sniper with STRIKE?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re also an Avenger…”

“Yeah.” Katie muttered, not looking up from the screen she was studying, “Although what we’re avenging now that Coulson isn’t actually dead I don’t know…”

She peered closer at the screen and moved the map 180 degrees using her hand.

“Pretty intense.” Skye said.

“Yeah it can be.” Katie smiled, staring back at the map. She’d been running an analysis on the Viking Routes in Europe and she was missing something. But she couldn’t think what. And then one highlighted on the map in yellow caught her eye. She tapped in closer, and frowned. “Now that’s interesting…”

She thought for a moment, and then ran another quick search on something, her mind working ten to the dozen.

“What have we got?” Coulson asked as he walked into the room with Ward. Katie looked up and was about to speak but Skye beat her to it.

"Nystorm’s deep-web message boards are just abuzz with psychos”

She moved her hand over the screen so that it activated the hologram display functionality in the middle of the table, various messages scrolling across the bottom part. “They believe they’re gonna ascend to be the Gods of destruction and death. People suck, sir.” “That’s your progress, “people suck”?” Ward looked at her, his eyebrows raised slightly. Katie felt the corner of her mouth twitch up slightly. “These people do.” Skye insisted “And there’s also chatter about going underground.”

“Could be going incognito or – “ Ward started “ Or searching for the next piece.” Coulson said turning to Katie “You said about checking Viking routes. Find anything?” “Matter of fact I did.” She said, clicking on her mouse to send the map to the holoview. “There are some sites along the Volga River in Russia, some in Kiev, and weirdly, here.” She hovered the curser over the map on her screen, zooming into show a map of Seville.

“In Seville, Spain?” Coulson said, frowning. “It’s a long shot, but Vikings ransacked Seville twice.” she said, “Or so the history books tell us.” At that point the search she was running stopped and something flashed up.

“There…” Katie said, “That’s a promising location. Viking Relics found at El Divino Nino, a church would you believe it. ”

“Built on the ruins of an 8th century crypt.” Agent May said as she walked into the room “It’s a tourist attraction” she explained as everyone turned to look at her.

“Which in turn was built on Roman ruins from 206 B.C.” Katie said, reading off the screen. “It’s East of a river.” Ward said, leaning on the back of her chair to look at the map over her shoulder. Katie rolled her eyes, he didn’t need to do that, he could have looked at the holodisplay.

“Crypt could be underground…” Sky offered.

“And lots of bones…” Katie shrugged.

Coulson nodded “Ok, Let’s see what we can dig up. See what I did there?”

“I’m glad dying and rising again didn’t change your sense of humour AC.” Katie said, grinning at him “It’s still crap.” *****

“Must be nice, have a mandatory nap time” Fitz said, looking out of the van. Katie, Coulson and Fitz were providing support up top, whilst Skye and Ward investigated the crypts. It was the middle of the day, there wasn’t a soul in sight.

“Siesta isn’t mandatory, just very pleasant” Coulson replied, before he spoke into the comms device. “How you doing, Agent Ward?”

“Wishing I was shorter.” His voice responded, “Nothing yet. All my readings are normal”

“What about you Skye? Any luck?

“I’m lucky Ward volunteered to take the super creepy hallways instead of the slightly less creepy dungeon room place” Sky responded.

At that point the tablet that Fitz was holding pinged and all 3 of them shifted to look at it.

“I got nothing. Sorry, nada.” Sky continued. “Ward,” Fitz’s said, looking down at the tablet. “Your spectrograph is reading something near you.” “ I don’t see anything”. Ward replied “Well, it’s right in front of you. Oh, wait. No. Uh, okay, hold on. It’s moving – northwest”

The three of them watched the dot on the screen.

There was a pause and then suddenly Ward responded, his voice now excited.

“Visual Contact…”

“Ward, turn left.” Fitz said, reading off the screen.

After a moment or so they heard another voice that wasn’t Ward, before he finally spoke again.

“Yeah, I just ran into some unexpected…”

But he trailed off. The three of them sat up straight as they heard some kind of strange, low rumbling noise and then there was a groan of pain, a grunt and silence.

“Ward, what’s happening?” Coulson asked as, Fitz let out a groan. “His device just went down” Fitz said, tilting the tablet so we could all see it.

“Skye can you get…” Coulson started to say but he was cut off by her reply “Already on it.”

There were a few moments of silence, where Katie nervously nibbled on her lip. She hated this, not knowing what was going on was always the shittest bit of not being in the middle of the action.

“Somethings wrong with Agent Ward.” Skye replied a few minutes later “The staff’s gone, someone took it.”

“Shit.” Katie said as Coulson looked at her, then to Fitz, before he stepped out of the SUV, Katie following.

“He can’t just disappear.” Coulson said, turning in the street “He’ll have to turn up some –“

Then they heard someone yelling from behind them and a loud whishing noise.

“Where…” Coulson finished as they both turned round to see a car being tossed into the street, landing on its roof.

“There we go. A block South of the Church.” Fitz spoke in their ears.

The pair of them started in that direction, running across the street. As they rounded the corner they spotted Professor Randalph who was picking books up and putting them inside his bag. Katie exchanged a glance with Coulson and he shrugged at her before the pair of them strode over to where the Professor was stooped. He glanced up at them and then sighed, sitting down hard on the pavement.

“Professor.” Coulson stated as Katie folded her arms

“I screwed up.” Professor Randalph said simply.

***** “One of my men is hurt, the staff is gone.” Coulson spoke, sitting at the table opposite Elliot as Katie and Agent May watched from Coulson’s office. “I didn’t want any of that to happen.” the professor sighed.

“What did you want?” Coulson asked “The staff’s power for yourself?”

“Nothing like that.” Elliot shook his head earnestly “You know, I just wanted to be the first to study it. To prove that the Berserkers were actually here, a part of history. You think about that.” “ Oh, I’m thinking about it.” Coulson replied. “How’d they find it?” “I have no idea.” Elliot laughed “They may have the original texts. I wasn’t involved. You know, it was just a chance to uncover something that the Gods brought down from the heavens. “Aliens brought it. From space” Coulson said. Katie smiled as she thought about how Thor would respond to being called an alien. “I’ve spent some one-on-one time with aliens before. Didn’t work out too well.”

“Understatement of the century…” Katie muttered, drawing a glimmer of a smirk from May.

“So cases like this are personal to me.” Coulson concluded. “That’s all I know” Elliot, placed his hands flat on the table and sighed. Coulson stood up and made his way to the door before paused and looked back. “Get comfortable.” and the door to the cell slammed shut.

“What you think?” Katie turned to May, who was stood her arms crossed. She pondered for a moment, opened her mouth but was cut off.

“Agent May…” Fitz appeared in the doorway “Ward’s… well he’s not well, he’s gone down to the cargo bay, won’t let me treat him.”

She nodded and looked back to Katie

.“Oh no.” Katie snorted “My days of dealing with his tantrums are over.”

“Thought I’d ask.” she said, smirking slightly. Katie waved her off and returned to looking at the screen. Elliot was sat still at the table, looking around the room in mild amusement, not the demeanour of a man who was concerned or phased in the slightest, which puzzled her slightly. In his shoes, she’d be extremely uncomfortable in a cell, being quizzed by a Government body on some kind of extra-terrestrial item.

She turned to face Coulson as he walked into the room.

“You don’t think he does want the power for himself, do you?” Katie looked at him. It was more a statement than a question.

“I don’t know… there’s something not quite right.” Phil said, sinking into the chair behind his desk.

“He’s too confident” Katie said, “Look at him. He’s not phased in the slightest."

They both glanced at the screen. Now their ‘prisoner’ was sat on his chair, tilting backwards so the front two legs were off the floor. A sudden wild theory sprang into Katie’s head and she turned to AC.

“You know, he didn’t even flinch when you said you’d spent time with Aliens, normally that would make someone kinda curious right?”

“Normally, yes” Phil said, leaning back in his chair.

“And how did he know how to get that second piece?” Katie said, “Do you think he figured it out as fast as we did or..."

“Did he know where to find it, because he hid it in the first place?” Coulson finished her sentence. Katie shrugged, smiling. “See Nova, that is why I wanted you here."

“A moment, sir?” they both looked up to see Ward stood in the doorway.

“Come on in”

“Are you alright?” Katie asked, despite herself. Ward looked pale and drawn.

“Yeah, thanks. I just need a word with Coulson.”

Katie nodded to show she understood and made to stand up but Ward shook his head.

"Stay.” Ward said “It concerns the team so…

Katie shrugged and sat up slightly in her chair.

“Alright Ward, what is it?” Coulson asked as he took a seat next to Katie on the other side of the desk.

“I don’t think back to childhood. Ever. As you know.” He looked at Katie and she looked down. He’d told her about his childhood, he’d had an older brother that had been abusive, as had his father. “There are things I put away a long time ago because I have to be focused, tactical. I can’t be distracted. Especially by things that happened a lifetime ago. But before, when I touched that thing… I did.”

“Touching the staff brought back memories?” Katie asked, curiously. Ward nodded and looked at her “My worst memory”. He paused for a moment and when he spoke again she was surprised to hear his voice was breaking slightly. “The first time I felt…hate. And it won’t go away.

The room fell silent and Katie looked at Coulson who took a deep breath and broke the silence.

“You’ve got some rage built up?” Coulson asked. Ward looked at him and nodded “Maybe it’s time to let it out.”

“Put our theory to the test.” Katie said, catching on.

Coulson nodded “I can run with that. ***** “You wanted to see me sir.” Steve stepped into the Directors office.

“Close the door Captain.” Fury said. Steve turned, did as he was told and then strode over to Fury’s desk.

“Have you spoken to Agent Stark today?”

Steve frowned “ Not today, no. I spoke to her last night.”

“What did she tell you about the mission?”

He was digging. Digging to see how much he knew and if Katie had kept her word. Swallowing down the annoyance he levelled the Director with a look that would have anyone else quaking in their boots.

“Nothing. All I know is she’s in Seville, and the team she’s working with contains Ward.” He drew himself a bit taller “Which for the record was a real shitty thing to do.” Fury looked at Steve “I’m not having the teams I organise dictated by personal issues, Captain. “I don’t expect them to be.” Steve bit back. “But not warning her before hand was out of order.” “Would she have gone if I’d have told her?” Steve hesitated, he didn’t actually know the answer to that. In actual fact she would have probably been torn, torn between wanting to take the mission, torn between not wanting to spend time in his vicinity. And knowing Katie as he did, the mission would have probably won.”

“I don’t know.” he said honestly. “I think she would have wanted to do the right thing, just don’t think all the lies are fair, its manipulative...”

“All the lies, Captain?” Fury looked at him and Steve felt himself pale “What other lies has she told you about?" “Nothing.” “So she hasn’t told you Coulson’s still alive?”

Steve put on what he hoped was his best shocked face. “What?”

Fury laughed ”Your acting is as bad as your lying Captain."

Steve sighed before immediately going on the defensive “You gonna sack her? I mean that’s what you told her isn’t it? Her job was on the line unless she lied for you?" Fury sighed “I didn’t want to do that. In hindsight I realised it was unfair to ask her to keep it from you. But it’s imperative that no one else finds out about this.

“Secrets and lies huh?” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“We operate in the shadows Captain, it’s just how it needs to be.” Steve looked to the side, his hands dropping to the buckle of his belt in his usual Captain stance.

“Look, if you both wanna take a few days off when she’s back, it can be arranged.” Fury said, looking at him and Steve frowned at the man’s outward display of compassion.

“Feeling guilty?” Steve looked at him.

“Happens to the most cold hearted of us all.” Fury said , “And I figured you both might need it.” “Both of us?” Steve frowned, looking at him.

“Yeah, I didn’t just bring you up here to talk about Stark.” Fury said, picking up a remote and turning on the screen. A map flashed up and Steve took a deep breath. “Agent Romanoff has been undercover this last week tracking down more Chitauri weapons. This time to Yemen. I need you to organise an op."

Steve folded his arms and let out a deep breath.

“You just keep on giving, don’t you Nick?”

****

Their theory was right. Elliot Randalph was Asgardian, a fact he displayed by easily bending the blade of a knife that Ward threatened him with.

“I had no clue. Did you?” Fitz looked over at Simmons who shook her head. “Hidden in plain sight, an actual Asgardian. Brilliant.” Simmons said, staring at the screen. “ How long do you suppose he’s been on our planet?” Skye asked. “A thousand years, maybe more.” Katie said, turning her attention from the screen she’d been watching Elliot confess on to look at the team.

"If we could just cut him open a little..." Simmons mused

Katie and Skye both looked at her, Fitz was nodding his head in agreement. “…get some tissue samples, maybe some bodily fluids, we could find out.” She finished. “ Or we could just ask him, weirdo” Skye rolled her eyes. “This is way, way better than the History Channel. I mean this guy has lived through all the scary stuff, the Crusades, the Black Death, Disco.”

“It is pretty exciting.” Katie said, “I mean Coulson thought finding Steve was cool but, he’d just slept for 70 years…”

Sky grinned as Agent May entered the room, holding a tablet and hitting various buttons on it. “What are you doing?” she asked, curiously.

“Sealing the interrogation room door.” May replied. Katie looked at her, the confusion she was feeling clearly evident on her face as May shrugged “Coulson’s orders.” She said simply.

“Ah, locking me in.” Elliot said as Katie turned her attention back to the screen. “Well, I’ve been in tighter spots.” “This room is made of a silicon carbide-coated vibranium alloy.” Ward explained “Meant for prisoners like yourself.” “But you’re in here, too. And eventually somebody will open that door”. “ Not if I tell them not to.” Coulson shrugged, sitting in the chair opposite Elliot “ So the myth is your autobiography.” “ I didn’t write it. I didn’t want anyone to know about me. Then I had to open my big mouth.” He sighed “Were you captured? Tortured?”

“Horny.” Elliot shrugged “I met a French girl in 1546. Ah, she loved stories. So…I told her a great one. All about the peaceful Asgardian warrior who stayed. Now, how was I to know her brother, the priest, would write it all down and turn it into, I don’t know, a thing?”

“Do you know Thor?” Coulson continued the questions.

“Oh sure. I spent all my days palling around with the future King of Asgard” Elliot rolled his eyes “No, I don’t know Thor. I was a mason. I broke rocks. He chuckled. “For thousands of years. If you can imagine that. So when they came, asking for people to fight, yes, of course I signed up. I think, really, I just wanted to travel.” “ But you had the staff.” Ward stated. “ I hated that thing. Other guys loved all the power that comes with the rage. No, I didn’t like it at all.”

He cocked his head to Ward and leant in closer.

“And you don’t, either, it seems.” “ What did it do to me?” “ It shines a light into your dark places. Doesn’t matter if you’re human, Asgardian, the effect is the same. Unpleasant.” “Shines a light” Simmons scoffed “that’s no explanation”. “It was forged from a rare metal and reacts to whoever is holding it. Or interacts.” Elliot carried on. “I went to such great lengths to make sure that the staff wasn’t found. Unfortunately, since the myth was written down, people have been searching for it for centuries.” “I need your help to stop them before they get the last piece of your staff.” Coulson said, leaning on the table. “Oh, I’m a pacifist now.” Elliot said, leaning back. "And you don’t want to risk your identity being discovered.” Coulson carried on “Listen, I wouldn’t worry too much about these angry youths. They always clam down, and eventually, they die of old age. And that is one of the pleasant aspects of life here. Everything changes. “I’ll tell you what’s gonna change, your anonymity, unless you help us find the final piece of your staff.” Coulson sighed “You may not know Thor, but I do, and he’s very fond of Agent Stark so…”. Elliot slouched on the table in front of him glaring up at Coulson, before he shrugged and sat up a bit.

“My first love on this planet was Ireland.” He said quietly “There was a monastery and the monks gave a nice, warm place to sleep, some soup and some mulled wine.” “Near God.” Katie muttered, looking at Sky who triumphantly slammed her hand on the desk.

“I’ll go set the course for Ireland.” May said, nodding.

“Make it fast.” Katie said, as the woman looked at her. “Let’s get the rest of that damned thing before it hurts anyone else.”

*****

It wasn’t a long flight over to Ireland from Spain, but Katie took the chance to nip back to her room with the intention of calling Steve. He didn’t answer, which wasn’t surprising as he’d messaged during the night to say he had an urgent mission. She left a message informing him that she thought they’d located what they’d come for in Ireland so with a bit of luck she would be home soon. She really was missing him, it was pathetic really, not even a full 48 hours apart and she was aching for him, in more ways than one. Groaning she dropped onto her bed, trying to understand how he’d managed to turn her into such a horny, dependent wreck. She’d gone over a year without a fuck after Grant and now going 2 days was killing her. In actuality it had been longer than that, the last time they’d done it was almost 4 days ago due to work stuff meaning they had a clash of schedules. Katie found herself sighing, and her hands wandering into the front of her cat suit as she thought about how delicious that particular time had been, it was the first time Steve had been really spontaneous, taking her slightly by surprise.

Katie was busy prepping their dinner when she felt 2 strong arms circle her hips. Soft lips trailed kisses down her neck and across her jaw and she sighed, putting down the knife.

“Stop it” she giggled, “I’m trying to make us something to eat.”

He didn’t speak, and her continued protests died in her throat as his hand made its way down the front of her jeans and she felt her knees going as his fingers started their assault. Slow, deliberate strokes and flicks against her spot, over and over until she let out a loud moan as he slipped 2 fingers inside, his lips leaving hot, wet kisses all down her neck and the back of her shoulders as he pressed into her back, his arousal evident against her spine.

“You still want me to stop…” he murmured. She shook her head, her breathing was rapid now as the familiar burning hit the pit of her stomach. Suddenly Steve removed his hands from her pants and spun her round, lips crashing onto hers, his hands now on her back pinning her to his front. She kissed him back smirking slightly as she undid his jeans. Flipping the waist band of his boxers down, she took him in her hand and felt his whole body shudder slightly.

“Fuck…” he said, and then before she knew it she was out of her jeans and in his arms, his hands on each of her thighs lifting her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around him her lips still not leaving his as he backed her against the wall in the kitchen, using it to support her back. Securing her to the wall with his body, he rest his hands either side of her shoulders and locked his gaze onto hers, a storm of blue as she searched for those small spots of green in his irises. And then his right hand slid downwards to move her underwear to the side and he guided himself into her. At the feel of him, Katie tipped her head back, both of them letting out a groan as he began to gently thrust, then again, getting harder. And faster. Katie moved with him, winding her hands through his hair, tipping his head back so she could meet his lips again, between their now ragged breathing. She had no idea what had gotten into him, but whatever it was, she like this. She liked it a lot. He slid one hand up her top and into her bra, gently teasing and tweaking at her nipple and that was it. The heat in her belly began to rise, and she knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Come on baby…” he whispered into her ear and she let out a small gasp as she felt the tightening between her legs and in her lower abdomen, the muscles involuntarily spasming.

“Fuck Stevie…” and with that she surrendered, tightening her legs as her whole body gave into the wave of pleasure. She let out a strangled cry, tipping her head backwards as she zoned out.

The sight was enough to tip Steve over. “You feel so good…sweetheart…” he managed to stutter and with a final rut upwards, he felt his release too, a surge from deep within as his legs trembled and his knees almost buckled. He managed to keep hold of Katie and the pair of them slid to the floor in a tangle of limbs and clothing.

Katie lay her head back against the pillow, gasping, moving her fingers away from her now sensitive clit, her insides clenching around nothing. It wasn’t Steve, but at least it was enough to keep her satisfied for now.

Yep, Steve Rogers had a hold on her, but she loved it.

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Three Days ~ 2

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~*~Emma~*~

You've got to be shitting me.

After I unlocked the door I turned to look back at the SUV. Sebastian was watching. I smiled, waved, and went through the door. I wanted to peek through the living room window. That would be immature. Besides, he might see. Instead I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and hit the enter key on my laptop. I stripped down and pulled on my robe while I waited the hour and a half it seemed to take for the dammed thing to wake up.

Thank god for google. I typed in Sebastian and got a film from 2017, Sebastian Bach a singer obviously from a 90's hair band, and Sebastian Stan an American- Romanian actor. Yes, I’d figured that out on my own, but I wanted to make sure. Looking through images never showed the raggedly man I'd just met, but I'd recognize those eyes and that embarrassed grin anywhere.

IMDB has a list of his work. I remember Gossip Girl. He was an ass, best I can remember. Saw Black Swan, but don't remember him. Oooo! Once upon A Time! He was the Mad Hatter. He made me so sad. God, Regina’s clothes were amazing. He was a cute little bunny in The Martian. Such a baby face. Many things I haven't seen. What is up with that porn-stache? Then the Marvel Movies. Kind of hard to miss those. Bucky is an interesting character. I relate to him in a pretty direct way. I thought they did a disservice to his character and Steve's by not showing how Bucky learned to heal and how their friendship would evolve. They had some work to do together. I mean at the very least they needed to fully explore their homoerotic feelings for each other out in the open.

Just sayin’...

In the grocery aisle I didn't recognize him at all. He was all covered up except his legs. Probably his typical way to go out and stay incognito. Not sure I can blame him. I don't know about actors, but over the years I've become friends with a minor rock star. Comparatively Eli is a nobody so he doesn’t have security. The fans before a show and jockeying for position front of stage is interesting to watch. He takes it in stride. I'd seen bigger versions at Pearl Jam concerts, but they have security. There's not the same opportunity for an actor. Not like a concert anyway with so many people in one place. I wonder if fans stake out movie sets?

Thing is, I didn't know who he was until we were outside, until he said his name. Before then I'd been attracted to him. There was something sweet about how flustered he was and how he explained himself. Being here to help his parents move and running errands was sweet too. Obviously, with nothing more than a few minutes of benign conversation in the grocery there's no way to tell the true character of a person. For him either. It is long enough to want to know more. My laughter when I recognized him was pure embarrassment. I feet a little idiotic not recognizing him. Might have been a nice change for him.

Now I have two hours to get ready for a date. A little less with my foray into google stalking. I jumped in the shower and shaved my legs.

It's been a long time since I've been on a proper date. The dalliance with the fifth grade teacher last fall. Thankfully, I discovered what a gossipy bitch he was before I became one of his stories. Sebastian was leaving where we went up to me. Since he's here moving I think it's safe to assume that his clothing options are minimal. Any place with a dress code higher than jeans wouldn't be a good option for a casual first date. Hell, its barely even a first date. More like a dinner with a complete stranger. I guess that is the loose definition of a first date.

When Sebastian pulled into my drive I was dressed and ready to go. End of May isn't too hot yet, but if we went near the river the breeze could be chilly. I wore jeans, a peach top with cap sleeves, a loose white jacket, and peach shoes with a kitten heel. I pushed the sleeves of the jacket up and my shirt showed a little cleavage. I don't have a lot to show off, but a good bra helps. I left my hair down, but threw a clip in my tiny purse that held little more than my wallet, phone, and lip gloss.

Even though I saw him pull up I waited upstairs until he knocked on the door. This let me get a glimpse at what he was wearing and change real quick if I'd been wrong. I had a simple black skirt hanging on my closet door, just in case. He stepped out of the SUV and straightened his clothes before coming around. He had on black jeans with a rip above his knee, a dark blue Henley, and what looked like black loafers or a low cut boot. His jeans made his legs look long and thin, except his thighs looked like he could crush me between. This would not be the worst way to go. The shirt wasn't tight, but enough to see his upper body was. His hair looked like he'd run his fingers through, which was exactly what I wanted to do. He hadn't shaved, but he looked stylish over scruffy.

My eyes watered and I licked my lips watching him come to the door.

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #234

“don’t take care of me - be scared of me.”

Does it bother you when people beg? I mean, it depends on the consistency, intensity, and the subject. Do you ever eat cookie dough raw? I have, but salmonella will punish me some day. Are you one of those people who are always cold? I am the exact opposite. When was the last time you rode a rollercoaster? Pf, never. Don't want to. Do you like hot dogs? I hate the fact that I love them lol. Do you have any weird rings? I wouldn't consider any "weird," no. Have any bad addictions? Ugh, caffeine. Are you anything like your siblings? I am very, very different from my two immediate sisters. Ma says I'm extremely similar to Katie, my half-sister, though it's odd because we don't seem to agree on very much? I don't even think she likes me. When was the last time you shaved your legs? Literally not since like... February. It's not like anybody but family sees my legs anyway. It's just stupid societal expectations for a woman, and I've never been prone to obeying those to begin with. Do you like long bike rides? I used to LOVE riding my bike when I lived in the woods/by an almost-dead road, but I haven't that in... god, years. I don't even have that bike anymore. My knees would never, EVER survive riding one right now. Do you know someone who is blind? My sister is in one eye, but I can't remember which. Do you have a YouTube account? how else would I like every Mark video in existence and I wish I was kidding?????????????? How many cell phones have you had? No clue. Not many. Maybe like, four or so. When was the last time something bothered you? Yesterday 'cuz I was getting weird fuckin phone calls. Do you ever try free samples at the store? Sure, if they seem like something I'd like. Can you speak French or Spanish? No. What school year do you think will be/was the saddest? 8th. Anxiety and depression were getting bad, puberty was A Thing, confused about life in general and why all this sadness and fear was happening to me. Do you like boys with long hair? I mean this depends on the person, but in general, yes. I think I prefer it over shorter, in most cases. Have you ever had plum juice? No, but that sounds decent. If I can even remember what a plum tastes like... I loved them as a kid, haven't had one in like, years. Have you ever passed out? Once, almost twice not long after the first time. Was today someones birthday that you know? No. Have you drank any water today? A little bit. When was the last time you had a crowd at your house? Holy shit. Probably not since we MOVED here in '17. Are you worried about anything right now? When aren't I at least a bit worried about something, really. Are you keeping anything from your best friends right now? No. Do you currently have any mosquito bites? Not currently. A- blood, hell yeah man. Do you have Twitter? Yes. Literally to like. um. one somebody's stuff. If you found out you were pregnant, who would you tell? God FUCKING forbid. Obviously my family. Sara. If it was from consensual sex, I'd tell friends eventually. If it was, uh, any other way, probably not EVEN some family because there are some that would probably never speak to me again if I got an abortion. Is your driveway stone or pavement? Stone. Have you ever caught something on fire? Yeah. Y'know, s'mores, sparklers, wood when making a bonfire or something. Regular stuff. How many people have you kissed in a car? One or two. Idr if Sara and I ever have. Do you and your best friend have an inside joke? "buzzfeed" Do you have a gym membership? Not anymore. How long was your last shower? Not even ten minutes. Get clean and get out. What is your favorite color fingernail polish? I think red tends to be the prettiest. If you had to get a tattoo, what would it be of? Man, don't ask me this. I have a billion ideas. If I had the money for it though, I'd probably finally get this (Denialism) as a tat on my left upper arm next. It's like, my favorite drawing ever, and I've already gotten the artist's permission. What is the best fast food place, in your opinion? Sonic has had my heart lately. What is your favorite eye color in the opposite sex? I just generally like vibrant and/or light blue eyes, but I really don't care about someone's eye color. What is your mom’s maiden name? Yeah, let's share that on the Internet. Would you rather receive balloons or flowers for valentine’s day? Flowers. Balloons are nothing but waste and wind up as litter anyway. Do you follow the crowd when it comes to trends or do your own thing? Do my own thing. Trends 'n shit don't matter to me; I don't care how "cool" or "uncool" something is. I like what I like. What is your worst bad habit? Assuming the worst of absolutely everything within .01 seconds. Do you believe in happily ever after? No. Things aren't always gonna be happy, sorry. What is your average phone bill? I don't know, Dad pays it. Which is better: chapstick or lip gloss? Chapstick. Have you ever been proposed to? No. Do you take certain medicine on a daily basis? A decent number. Have you ever seen two people together and you got sick to your stomach? I remember seeing a picture of Jason and his girlfriend after me once after they got together and I. Don't know how to describe that feeling. I think I felt more murderous than anything. Do you prefer laptops or desktop computers? Laptops for portability's sake. Have you ever had a really bad haircut? Looking back, the haircut I had before this one wasn't great. Only at some angles did it look good. I mean I don't regret it though, it's how I realized I think I'd like short hair. Did you ever order any clothes from the Alloy catalog? Never heard of them. What brand, color, and type is your favorite eyeliner? I love black eyeliner, but I don't have any favorite brands. I hate liquid, though. My hands aren't steady enough for that, and it's just messy. What’s your favorite type of yogurt? Meh, not a big fan. Idk. Do you have any overdue library books right now? No. Do you have a piggy bank? No. Do you remember your locker combinations from high school? Nope. Do you own plaid pants? No. Have you ever had to wear a school uniform? Yeah, through all of middle school. What was your high school’s mascot? A firebird. Who were your best friends in high school? I had various ones. Excluding The Ex, there was Hannia, Alon, Megan, Maria, Girt... There was a few. Have you ever been to Chicago? Once, with Sara and her dad. At night. And the lights and cars and shops and towers and everything was too much for my rural ass. I'm not a city person, but because it was SO different and just incredible in scope and all, I still thought it was absolutely beautiful and so exciting. Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? Bottom. When my sister and I were little and shared a room though, I almost always had the top bunk. As I got older though, that inverted. Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? I THINK Aaron did once, but I can't remember for sure. Are you close with your cousins? No. Are you close to any aunts or uncles? Not especially, but only because, like my cousins, I pretty much never see them. Are you close to your grandparents? All but one is dead, and that one is dying. Barely knew any, save for my remaining grandmother, and we've never gotten along well/agreed on much, but I mean, I still care for her. I also pretty much never saw her. Who betrayed your trust? Plenty of people. Who was your first best friend (apart from a sibling)? Brianna. What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? I don't know. Probably play make-believe or go swimming. What kind of popcorn is your favorite? Normal with butter and salt. Does your town have a big fountain in it? The next town over does. What is your town known for? "You mean Tennessee?" Don't think that's too much of a giveaway. What’s one way in which you’re still a child? I am very dependent on Mom. What’s one way in which you’re old? My knees are at least 107. Do you know what you want to do for your next birthday? gooooooood take me to get a tatTOOOOOOO What would be the best surprise you could receive right now? Mom buying tickets to the Ozzy concert next year alksdjfalwe. I've been losing my fucking mind since the new single came out and album was announced. Do you usually forgive when someone hurts your or try to get revenge? I'm not a vengeful person at all, really. I tend to forgive. Were there any subjects in school that were really easy for you? English has always been a breeze, and usually science. Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? No. Do you think you look better with dyed hair or natural hair? Just about anyone looks better with dyed hair to me. I just like colorful, interesting hair. Has your hair color changed since you were a toddler? Yes. I was born dirty blonde. Do you own an American flag shirt? No. Do you own a British flag shirt? No. Do you have a seashell collection? No. We used to have a box of them, though. Do you have a rock collection? No. What is your favorite thing to do in the pool? Just chill. Casually swim around aimlessly. Cacti or seashells? Hmmmm. I think seashells, but that's tough. Dreamcatcher or wind chimes? MAN, this depends on the design. Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? The only one I have that I consider the absolute *perfect* moment was at Ashley's gender reveal when she and her husband found out the baby is a girl. Her face especially is priceless. What color was your first car? N/A Was your first car used or new? N/A What was the last thing you said in complete caps? HAHAHA I sent Sara a fucking CURSED picture of Pennywise as a good morning text. Do you enjoy playing board games? Not really. Are you good at playing Hide and Go Seek? I guess I was as a kid. I'm sure I wouldn't be now. Elephants can't really hide. :^) Do you live in an apartment or a house? A house. Is there a music artist that never ceases to amaze you? As far as truly *amaze* goes, probably Amy Lee. Her voice is just fucking incredible. What is your favorite term of endearment? Probably "love." Or "dear." I dunno. Do you like Twizzlers? NO. They're gross as hell. Do you sneak in candy/soda when you go to the movies? Yeup. Fuck those prices. What was the last song you had on repeat? I adore Ozzy's new "Under The Graveyard" beyond words and so have been binging it like mad since yesterday lmao. Where are your favorite pair of jeans from? I don't have jeans. Do you tap your foot when you listen to music? No. If I respond to it in any voluntary way, I'll most likely be tapping my hand with the beat. Will you get your hair cut anytime soon? I need to, yeah. I hate when my hair starts getting long enough to curl a tad upwards in the back. Are you uncoordinated? VERY. Have you ever listened to Jane’s Addiction? I know and enjoy "Jane Says" and "Been Caught Stealing." What’s the worst thing you’ve ever experienced? Heartbreak. What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? I dunno, there's a lot. Do you write “Dear Diary” when you write in your diary? I don't have a diary. I don't think I ever did. What is your escape from your problems? Music, playing WoW, stuff like that. Just give me a distraction. Do you watch YouTube videos a lot? Literally every day throughout the day. It's at least background noise. Do you have an embarrassing period story? No, thankfully. Would your life be at risk if someone knew everything about you? No. Is your life at risk? I mean, more than like by disease, some psycho, an accident, shit like that, no? Do you feel safe in your hometown? No. Never did. I miss our house and the childhood memories, but that place was dangerous. Where do you dream of moving to? The mountains of NC. What fascinates you more: outer space or the bottom of the ocean? Space. Have you ever seen a UFO? I guess by the definition of "unidentified flying object," yes, but I think it was some sort of natural phenomenon with a star, not an alien. Maybe. Does anyone encourage you to go after your dreams? Yeah. :') What is the stupidest thing anyone’s ever said to you? "i'Ll AlWaYs LoVe YoU, bRiTtAnY!" What’s the most amount of weight you’ve gained from a medication? LET'S. FUCKING. NOT. Do you name inanimate objects? No. What do you think the constellations mean? "Nothing? Just humanity reaching to ascribe some type of meaningfulness to the world around them." <<<< This, I like this. Did you like the venue your senior prom was held at? I mean it was at the local college's gym. Nothing special. Which spelling do you like best: Hayley, Hailey, or Haley? Hm, I think "Hailey." Which name is better: Hailey, Bailey, Kailey, or Shailey? Ummmmm I think "Kailey." Are you mad at someone? I'm always going to be mad to a degree. Do you feel like your life was stolen from you? I guess in a way by mental illness? Do you have a professional camera? Yeah. What would you change about your hair? Ugh, I want to COLOR it. I really want silver hair atm. When was the last time you changed your hairstyle? Last year. Do you like rose gold? I love it. What’s your favorite color gummy bear? I don't... care? Oh wait, maybe green. Those normally have an apple kinda feel, right? Or do they all thaste the same? What is the sexiest part of the opposite sex’s body? I like s h o u l d e r b l a d e s. Have you ever made up/sang a song for someone you cared about? Only ever poems. Ever had a song sang about/for you? I mean, I've had like songs /dedicated/ to me, but never actually made for me specifically. What is your middle name? Marie. Like every other white girl known to man. What do you smell like? My house, I guess? Ever hurt yourself playing Wii? I don't believe so. Do you have freckles? Not on my face, but random ones on the rest of my body, yeah. Can you do the alphabet in sign language? No. Do you like your feet? I seriously hate feet. That includes mine. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever had in your mouth? uhhhhhhhhh Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? No. (If you’re a girl) Has anyone ever called you "shorty" instead of "girl"? Ugh no, thank Christ. Have you ever sent an embarrassing moment of yours into a mag to be printed? No. What IS your most embarrassing moment? I've told it before but now I don't remember it??? What’s the last thing to make you scream? Like a small, quick one, I think a loud noise scared me. I've been extremely sensitive to those lately and idk why??? Do your parents knock before coming in, or just barge on in? My door's never really closed, but when it is, Mom doesn't. Dad does. Do you think you’re more cute or sexy? BOY neither. Do you own any mini skirts? Bitch I wish I could wear mini skirts but I would blind people with my body rn. Do you draw little hearts and stuff with eyeliner next to your eyes? Nah. What’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever lost? Good question, idk. Has your mom ever lied to you? Yeah. Do you have a deep voice? It's definitely deep for a girl, but it's not like, manly. When’s the last time someone made breakfast for you? I guess the last time I was out for breakfast? Idr. When someone knocks on the door, who do you think it is? A mailman/woman. No one else comes here unexpectedly. Has anyone ever licked your foot? UM NO Do you play games with boys/girls, like "hard to get"? I never did and never will. I'm definitely not easy, but I don't play games. Oh wait, unless we're already a serious couple and I'm sexually being a tease. Hobby. When’s the last time someone told you they were in love with you? Some time back. Is there a Sonic where you live? mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM- Do you smile with your teeth? Usually. What do you like on your pizza? Pepperoni, jalapenos, sausage... stuff like that. I'm WEAK for meat lovers pizza sobs heavily in wanna-be vegetarian Do you know anyone who lives in Newfoundland? No. How ‘bout Alberta? No. Anyone in Canada at all? Yeah, a friend's ex. She's cool. If you could trade houses with a friend, who would it be? I wouldn't damn anyone with this house, lol. I mean it's not bad, it just has its issues. Are you a good person to come to for advice? It depends on the subject we're talkin' here. Do you sleep naked? No. I'd feel so vulnerable. Favorite place you've been: Through the NC mountains. Which of your Facebook friends lives closest to you? UHHHHHHHHH how do I not know this?? When was the last time you cried? Idr, actually. Who took your profile pic? Where? What’s your favorite season? Autumn. What was the last book you read? The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. Fucking read it. Are you a good influence? This also depends on the area of focus. Does pineapple belong on pizza? NO. Sweet and savory do noooot mix in my world.

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fallout4holmes · 5 years

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Journal 46

Christmas in Sanctuary was splendid. Preston truly outdid himself. The return home was practically effortless, in no small part thanks to the company of Piper and Hancock. Hancock returned to Goodneighbor (to the relief of Diamond City's guards) and my family prepared to meet the new year.

Valentine discouraged me from attempting homemade fireworks for the occasion, resulting in a quiet night of listening to Diamond City Radio with the Wrights and Ellie over to celebrate. Nat and Shaun were asleep long before midnight, leaving the four adults to enjoy each other's company as Codsworth poured.

"Wellingham informs me the Upper Stands are still livid," Piper said with no small amount of pride.

"I can't believe you actually published that article," Ellie shook her head.

The article in question was Piper's scathing criticism of the anti-ghoul ban, and the behavior of the Upper Stands residents in particular. The fact that she included direct quotes from victims of the ban and those who tried to help them (including a certain infamous mayor) only made her point even harder to ignore.

"I think it was amazing," Ellie clarified, "but I would have been terrified."

"You sell yourself short, kid," Valentine said with a smile. "I've seen you stare down plenty of clients with more venom in them than a radscorpion. Goodneighbor-girl like you isn't going to let anyone boss her around."

"I guess you'd know, boss," Ellie smiled back, "but it seems like there's a difference between an angry client and an angry city."

"Person or city," Piper shrugged, "it's the same thing."

"When one of those persons could lock you out of the city, it likely puts a unique perspective on the situation," I commented.

Piper laughed lightly, "Yeah, that was irritating, but then I wouldn't have met you, Blue."

"So what's your encore?" Valentine asked.

Piper shrugged, "I'll find something, always do." She glanced around at us with thinly disguised mischief, "I don't suppose any of you three have come across any exclusive scoops?"

Valentine chuckled, "If we do, you'll be the first one we tell."

With the midnight hour came Travis Miles wishing everyone a Happy New Year and an ancient recording of "Auld Lang Syne." We bade our guests a happy New Year and I assured Piper that Nat was welcome to stay as long as she liked in the morning. Piper and Ellie returned to their respective homes, and my partner and I turned in.

Shaun and Nat were up and active long before I was, and hurried down to be treated to Codsworth's feast of a breakfast. By the time I came down, Shaun was on the sofa excitedly showing off his latest magazine to Nat while Valentine watched from the kitchen table, a fond expression on his face.

"You're wearing your Christmas present," I said to him, pleased.

The new (in that it was at least whole instead of patchwork) trench coat fit his thin frame well. He smiled and gestured to the small briar pipe I was currently filling with tobacco, "And you're using yours. Hard time getting out of bed this morning?"

"I became motivated when I heard the children laughing."

His hand covered mine on the table, "Glad the sound carried. I was thinking, what with how quiet things have been both for Minutemen and detective work, you might want to check in with the Railroad."

"Worried I'm getting bored?"

"You are bored, Holmes. What I'm worried about is worse than that."

"My family life is successfully keeping the black moods at bay," I assured him. It was not precisely true, but having them and their love to focus on did help me get through the day with some semblance of functionality.

Valentine wasn't fooled, but there was a knock at the door and I hurried to answer it.

"Piper! Come in, please."

"Aw!" Nat groaned, "Do I have to go home?"

"Nah, you can stay if Shaun's dads say it's ok," Piper laughed. "I, uh, actually came to talk to you, Blue. I need a story, something simple that'll sell, and I hate to say it but a piece on the Combat Zone would really move some papers."

"The Combat Zone?" Valentine walked over, frowning. "Not sure it gets much seedier than that."

"It's a raider establishment, isn't it?" I asked.

"'Establishment' is too nice a word for it," Valentine objected.

"It's a cage-fighting ring," Piper explained.

"And you want to see for yourself what it's like?" I asked, a bit incredulous.

She shrugged, "Want to? No. But will a tale of the depravity of raiders and their entertainment appeal to literally everyone safe behind walls? Yep."

"Like watching a train wreck," I sighed. "And you want me to come with you in case something goes wrong."

"Never hurts to have some backup."

"Let the record show I said this was a terrible idea," Valentine grumbled.

I turned to him, "If you rather I not -"

"Piper's gonna go anyway whether you go or not, and this way you can watch each other's backs. Not to mention how we were just talking about you being bored."

I squeezed his hand with a smile and said to Piper, “I'll get my things.”

The sign outside was a list of rules; no fighting outside the ring, no caps no entrance, and no loitering or begging. Breaking the rules would result in being “shot or worse.”

“Simple enough rules to follow,” I said to Piper, who scoffed and led the way inside. Two raiders were tied up behind the box office of the old theater with a sign declaring them to be “rule breakers.” We ignored their jeers and opened the doors to the theater. The entire stage had been converted into a cage, inside of which a pair of women fought. Raiders were scattered throughout the seats, a bar set up near the stage, as a man in a suit narrated the fight. One of the fighters went down, a cheer went up, and someone noticed us. We heard a shout, and Piper and I ducked behind the seats as the shots started. Their blood already up from watching the fight, the raiders were energized, vicious, and distinctly sloppy. It was the only factor in our favor, but it was enough.

“I believe they don’t appreciate people who aren’t raiders entering!”

“No shit, Blue! You really are the world's second best detective!”

I leapt out of range of a grenade, "Second best?!"

"Gotta respect the classics, Blue! Nicky'll always be on top!"

Drawing my blade, I charged the raider attempting to bash her head in, "I don't see what that has to do with his skills as a detective."

She groaned and shot the raider at point blank, a touch overkill considering my sword was already through his lung, "I did not need to know that!"

"Know what? Emotional connection should have no bearing on an analysis of skill."

"You're infuriating."

"Down!" I pulled her to the floor as a new barrage of bullets flew.

The fight was longer than I would have liked, and Valentine would be displeased with the cut on my forehead and bruise across the right side of my face, a gunshot wound through my left bicep, but we were the victors. Piper fared better than I, though I did see her apply a stimpak into her leg at one point.

When all finally fell quiet, we surveyed the bloodied theater. "Seriously," she asked quietly, "you don't think your partner's just as good a detective as you?"

I smiled, "I believe he is exactly as good as I am."

"But not better," she grinned.

"I anticipate it being a common topic of mutual teasing throughout our life together."

"Hey!" a voice called from the direction of the cage, "You done killing each other out there?" Hiding in the cage was an auburn-haired ghoul in a worn old business suit and a fierce, thin woman with shabby deep red hair in a leather corset and pants. They stood as we approached, the ghoul commenting, “Well. That could have gone worse.”

“Pretty good show from where I was sittin’,” the woman said.

“Are you high?” the ghoul scolded, then, “What am I sayin’, of course you are.”

“Still winnin’ the fight, wasn’t I?” the woman demanded.

“You’re strung out and getting sloppy is what you are. ‘Course, guess we don’t have to worry about that,” he turned to Piper and I, “since these two just put us out of business. I don’t know if I should kiss you or have my little bird here feed you your own entrails.”

“I told ya’ to stop callin’ me that!”

“Not our fault you cater to raiders,” Piper huffed.

“Who are you, exactly?” I asked.

“Tommy Lonegan,” the ghoul replied. “This is my place… was my place. We used to serve a more legit clientele, but about two years ago a gang of raiders rolled in and we became a more, uh, exclusive establishment. But, keeping those idiots entertained was what kept the lights on. Not exactly sure what we’re gonna do now.”

The fighter scoffed, “To hell with ‘em. More’ll come. Just need a quick breather and I’ll be ready to go.”

Mr. Lonegan was disgusted, “A breather? What, so you can slam more of that junk into your arm? No. No, you know what? I think this was a blessing in disguise. You caught the end of that bout,” he asked me, “what’d ya think of Cait’s work?”

I was wary. “Why do you ask?”

“Consider it professional curiosity. Now what’d ya think of the fight?”

“I hardly saw anything to judge by, but she seems talented.”

“Least someone knows skill when they see it,” Cait muttered.

“It ain’t your fightin’ skills I’m concerned with,” Mr. Lonegan rebutted, a businessman’s pitch in his voice, “So here’s my predicament. I suddenly got no audience. No audience means I got no caps coming in. And if you ain’t bringing in caps, little bird, you ain’t an asset, you’re a liability. To me, and to yourself. So here’s what I’m thinking. What say I let you take over her contract? She goes with you, watches your back…” he faltered at my skepticism, “look, you’d be doin’ me a favor while I try to get the place back in order. What do ya’ say?”

Cait was incredulous. “Me? And him?”

“Why would you want her to go with me?” I asked.

“Yeah, Tommy,” Cait demanded, “just why the hell you trying to get rid of me?”

Lonegan sighed. “Look, truth is, all that junk, it’s been making you careless. And I don’t want to be the one doing color commentary when you finally hit the floor. Alright? So just do me this favor, both of you. Please.”

He was clearly concerned for her safety. Sending her with me would keep her out of the way while he tried to pick up the pieces of his ruined enterprise, yes… but I wondered if he knew exactly who he was sending her with. I didn’t much care for the idea; what use had I for a cage fighter’s contract? But I was better than any number of alternatives. The vast majority of them, in fact.

“Very well,” I said.

“What?” Piper said behind me.

Cait was not so easily swayed either, “Don’t I get a say in all this?”

Lonegan was stern, “That ain’t how a contract works. Besides, you really wanna stay here? No audience, no caps. No one to talk to but yours truly?”

Cait rolled her eyes, “Jesus, point taken.”

Lonegan smiled, “Good. It’s settled, then. And here,” he handed me a bag of caps, “it’s the purse from the last fight.”

“This isn’t necessary -”

“Call it an exterminator’s fee,” he grinned.

Cait took a step toward me and stopped, turning back to her former employer, “Now wait just a second. What exactly are you gonna do without me here?”

Lonegan sounded hopeful, “You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll get this place set up right, maybe find a less blood-soaked clientele. Now get the hell out of here.” He softened, “You ain’t welcome anymore, little bird.”

Cait shook her head, “You’re a real son of a bitch, you know that, Tommy?”

He smiled warmly, “You don’t have to tell me. Now go on.”

Piper’s whisper was urgent and harsh as we left, “A cage-fighter?! Blue, what the hell?”

“Given her alternatives, I didn’t see much choice.”

“Christ, Blue, you and your strays.”

“Miss Cait,” I said, “my name is Holmes, and this is Piper Wright. Do you need to gather anything before we go?”

She shrugged, and picked up a shotgun from a dead raider. “Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

“Nick better not blame me for any of this,” Piper muttered.

I sighed, and led the way back to Diamond City. I hadn’t the slightest idea what use I would have for a former cage-fighter, but perhaps at the very least my family might take some comfort in my having a bodyguard. I found Valentine at the Agency; he and Ellie were going through the files when we walked in. “Nick, you have files from cases that have been dead ends for longer than I’ve been alive,” Ellie was saying.

“Can’t bring myself to toss any of ‘em out,” he shrugged. “Never know when - well, if it isn’t my favorite former icicle,” he said with a smile as he saw me.

“I’ve returned in a timely fashion,” I protested.

He chuckled, “Glad to have you back. Who’s our new friend?”

I introduced Cait, and explained how I came to be in possession of her contract, such as it was. Valentine was skeptical, but remained polite. Cait was taciturn. We ultimately decided that Cait could use the spare bed in the Agency for now, upon Ellie's suggestion. That much settled, I showed Cait around town. She was impressed under the cynicism, and amazingly humbled by Vadim when we stopped at the Dugout. Apparently, 14 shots is a hard record to break, even for her. Valentine wanted all the details later, and is not particularly pleased with the situation.

"I don't want to complain about another pair of eyes watching your back," he said, "but I'm not convinced this particular set is going to be a good one."

I can't say I disagree, but I've decided to give her a chance.

#fallout 4 #fan fiction #nick valentine #piper #cait #sherlock holmes #crossover

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grandmother-goblin · 5 years

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Second Place: Chapter 2

“Uh-uh. No way.” Clair rounded to the front of the receptionist’s counter at the Hotel Rexford with a pipe pistol in a wrinkled hand. “Get that thing out of my hotel.” She waved the weapon in Strong’s direction, like it could fan the super mutant from the establishment.

Hancock crossed his arms and strolled between Clair and Goodneighbor’s most recent guests. Sasha and Strong had enough trouble for one day. A place to stay was the least he could do.

“Whose hotel?” Hancock raised his brows at Clair. She was a good woman. A take charge sort and take no shit sort. It was one of the reasons he let her run the Rexford. Hell knew the staff needed a firm hand.

Clair scoffed and said, “Don’t pull that shit now. How often are you in here? Can’t call this place yours when you don’t even run it.”

“Yet, I pay your wages,” he countered. He adjusted his grip on Strong’s minigun before it slipped from his hands.

A giggle sounded from a sofa pressed against the leftmost wall. Fred Allen, eyes beet red and expression a million miles away, pointed roughly towards Clair. “He got you there,” he drawled. Fred leaned his head back against a cushion while he inhaled a lungful of Jet. “Marowski don’t pay shit.”

“Shut the hell up, Allen,” Clair snapped without so much of a glance.

Sasha adjusted Strong’s arm across her shoulders. “I’ve got caps,” she said. “We only need to stay a few days. Just until the big guy can walk right again.”

“Strong walk fine.” Strong pulled his arm away from Sasha as if to demonstrate his point. Instead, he stumbled into Hancock.

Hancock dropped the mini-gun and caught the super mutant before he hit the floor. The bastard was heavy. Heavier than he expected. The metal armor on top of the super mutant’s sheer bulk did not help matter. Hancock willed his knees not to buckle under Strong’s weight. How the hell did Sasha manage walking him across town?

Thankfully, Sasha the “super human” resumed her position as Strong’s crutch. “He’s good. You have my word,” Sasha pleaded.

Clair glanced at the super mutant and then to Hancock. With a heavy sigh, she pocketed her pistol. “Lucky you came in with the Mayor,” she said and gestured for them to meet her at the counter. Clair rummaged through a drawer behind the counter and retrieved a key. A worn, white, paper tag dangled from the keychain with the number 213 written in faded black ink. “Only room I got. One bed. He’s” — Clair pointed a boney finger at Strong — “with you or in the room. Anything else and people might not react well, if you know what I mean.”

Sasha nodded. “Gotcha.”

The usual price was fifty caps, but Clair charged a hundred without offering Sasha an explanation. Sasha did not ask for one. As if she quietly came to the same conclusion Hancock had: it was because of the super mutant. Goodneighbor and super mutant’s got along about as well as fire and gasoline. Great, for those who liked explosions and chaos. Not so much for those who wanted some peace and quiet. At Clair’s age, she deserved some down time. Hancock did not argue the upcharge. Instead, he thanked Clair and followed his guests.

Sasha stopped at the foot of the stairs and huffed. “Think you can do stairs, mate?” she asked and adjusted Strong’s arm across her shoulders.

“I can help,” Hancock offered before he thought to stop himself. Sasha was a twig. If Strong put too much of his weight on her, she would snap.

“Ha!” Strong glanced over his shoulder. “Ghoul tiny. Can’t lift radroach,” he said, seemingly forgetting the fact that Hancock had prevented him from toppling into the ground like a roped brahmin just minutes before.

Hancock made a face. He was not a big guy. Not in height, in weight, or in muscle. But he was stronger than the average man. Something about the ghoulification process. He could not keep an ounce of fat on his body but his lean muscles worked like an Olympians. Not that a super mutant would know that. He let the comment slide. It meant lesswork for him.

Sasha offered a sympathetic smile. “If you could get the door for us, that would be great.” With her free hand, she held out the key Clair had given her. She buckled down and wrapped one arm partway across the mutant’s waist. “Hand on the railing, Strong. Can’t do this without your help.”

The super mutant obediently grasped the railing and lifted his good leg onto the first step. “Strong will share milk when we find it. Make Leader strong too.”

“Thanks, mate,” Sasha replied, not sounding grateful at all as she kept up with the mutant’s slow ascent up the stairs.

Hancock considered informing them that Daisy received milk deliveries from traders every Wednesday and Saturday, but something told him that Strong was talking about another kind of milk. Probably not one that normal people would want to drink. For all he knew, the mutant wasn’t talking about milk at all and it was a euphemism for something. Hancock halted the train of thought there and focused on getting the super mutant up the stairs. Even if they did not want his help, he lingered nearby. Just in case. The last thing he needed was a super mutant accidentally crushing a human in the only hotel in town. That probably wouldn’t go over well with potential customers. Then again, maybe some would be interested in staying somewhere haunted by the ghost of a woman with a funny accent. He could work with that.

After some more bickering, they made it to the top of the stairs. Hancock bee-lined for the door to their room and swung it open. Sasha thanked him as she and Strong passed.

The room was dark and smelled of wood rot, but she did not seem to care. She walked Strong over to the only bed in the room and shoved him, the bed frame creaking under the mutant’s massive form. Sasha tossed her bag onto the floor and started to rifle through its contents.

She retrieved a small medical kit and a syringe of Med-X. “Armor off,” Sasha requested with the detachment of a medical professional.

The super mutant folded his arms and eyed the surgical needle between Sasha’s fingers. “Strong no need stitches.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Sasha replied. “Pants down, arse up. Let me take a look at that bite.”

Strong growled. “No stitches.”

“Yes, stitches,” Sasha responded with a take-no-shit tone of voice.

Strong made a noise that sounded like something between groan and a whine. Then, without warning, Strong pushed his pants down and flopped onto his stomach like an impatient toddler waiting for a diaper change. Except the mess consisted of torn skin, blood, and bits of fabric that stuck to the wound.

Hancock let out a low whistle. The dark, partly congealed, blood contrasted starkly against the mutant’s bright green skin. A deep tear, surrounded by comparably lighter gashes stretched from his lower back to his upper thigh. A mutant hound bite, judging by the width. “Damn, you could bounce a cap off that thing,” he joked as if to distract from the severity of the injury.

“Not now you can’t.” Sasha pulled a white bottle and a thin towel from her bag. She splashed clear liquid in the bottle onto the towel before she dabbed around the deep cut. “Once I’m done, maybe. We can have a contest and see who can bounce a cap further. Loser buys drinks.”

Hancock smirked. “Well, hope to have that contest soon then.”

“What Strong get?” the mutant mumbled into a pillow at the head of the bed.

“Depends on who wins,” Sasha replied.

“Want blood.”

Sasha appeared unperturbed by the unsavory request. “We’ll see what we can do,” she said. With a sigh, she pulled the now bloodied rag away from Strong’s wound and turned to Hancock. “Do you know where I could get more rags? This isn’t gonna cut it.”

Hancock was about to suggest she go to Daisy’s Discounts until he remembered what Clair said. Probably not the best idea to leave Strong unattended. Not in his current state. Hancock offered a smile and pushed himself off the doorframe. “I’ll go find some,” he said.

She smiled back at him. “Thank you, Mayor.”

—

Daisy was kind enough to hand over a few spare towels, along with some medical supplies, free of charge. Claimed that it was the least she could do for them after they took care of Finn. Not that she was happy with how it all played out. Finn was a decent customer and never intended Daisy any harm. Given she had a front row seat to the chaos that unfolded earlier, she took pity on Goodneighbor’s newest guests.

“How’s the Aussie girl doing?” she asked as she packaged the supplies into a paper bag.

Hancock raised an eyebrow. “Aussie?”

Daisy shrugged and said, “That’s what her accent sounded like to me, but I’m old. I could have heard wrong.”

“She’s in better shape than the super mutant, that’s for damn sure,” Hancock replied.

Daisy rolled up the top of the bag slid it across the counter. “The super mutant will be fine,” she assured. “I’ve seen them wrestle deathclaws like they were puppies. Keep an eye on the girl for me, would you? She seems like someone we want to keep around.”

Hancock tucked the bag under his arm. “Why?”

Leaning forward and resting her arms on the countertop, Daisy chuckled. “Call it a gut feeling.”

—

By the time Hancock returned to the hotel room, Sasha had somehow transferred the super mutant from the bed to the bathtub. Drops of blood trailed from the bed to the bathroom, and speckled the white tub. Hancock’s stomach twisted at the distinct scent of copper and alcohol permeating the air in the room, masking the smell of rotting wood and smoke.

Sasha acknowledged him with a wave of her hand. She opened a can of purified water and carefully flushed one of the deeper wounds. “Turns out, the tooth was still in there,” she explained. “Like a fucking idiot, I pulled it.”

“Yeah, not supposed to do that.” Hancock set the paper bag on the bathroom counter. Then he furrowed his brow. “At least, you’re not supposed to with bullets. I don’t think. I ain’t a doctor.”

She scoffed. “Me neither, mate. Shadowed enough field surgeons during the war that I got some idea of what I’m doing. But I mostly just handed them stuff like this.” She held up a pair of bloodied tweezers.

Hancock crossed his arms. “The war, huh?”

“Long story. I was —”

Strong banged his fist on the side of the tub, denting the already distressed plastic casing. “Boring story! Heard enough times.”

Sasha chuckled. “Me too, mate,” she agreed and retrieved the paper bag from the counter. After rifling through the contents, she flashed a smile that would make a lesser ghoul weak in the knees. “This is more than I could have asked for. Thank you again, Mayor. I owe you.”

There was something to her tone that made heat rise to his cheeks. Thankfully, as a ghoul, he could pass it off any redness as a side effect of radiation rather instead of a blush. Hancock swallowed. Stupid. Just a pretty girl saying ‘thank you’. Don’t look into it like a desperate teen. He crossed his arms over his chest, distancing himself, and leaned against the doorframe. “Can’t have a couple of newcomers getting the wrong idea about our little community.”

Her smile faded for a moment, as if she was taken aback by his more professional tone. His gut twisted. Knew it. Could not trust a beautiful woman he had not had the chance to know. They were all the same. Crack a smile and make a few jokes, and guys who never had a chance with them would follow like ducklings.

The paper bag crinkled when Sasha gathered it into her arms. “We appreciate it, Mayor,” she said. “Right, Strong?”

Strong made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a burp.

Sasha accepted the response with a shrug. “He’ll appreciate it tomorrow.” She adjusted the bag in her arms and took a step back toward the tub. “I best take care of him,” she said.

Hancock took the hint pushed himself off of the doorframe and said, “Sure. You do what you gotta.” With his stomach still twisting uncomfortably, he started towards the door.

The paper bag rustled and footsteps hurried behind him. “Mayor?”

Hancock turned.

“You got any plans tonight?” Sasha moved as though she were brushing her hair behind her ear despite her hair being far too short to do so. Then she cocked her thumb toward where Strong rested in the tub. “Once I’m done with him, I’m going to want a stiff drink. I wouldn’t mind some company.”

“Really the best idea leaving him alone like that?” Hancock shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to keep his expression plain as his heart sped in his chest. The lady just wanted some company and Hancock was the only person she had a chance to get acquainted with in town. Nothing more. Nothing less. Hancock swallowed excitement swelling in his gut. She wouldn’t be looking for the same kind of company most ladies in Goodneighbor asked of him.

Sasha leaned in close to him and whispered, “the big guy doesn’t know it yet, but he’s loaded with Med-X. He’ll be out for the night.”

“You drugged him?”

“For his own good,” she said. “He won’t rest otherwise. Last thing I want is him running down to the lobby, ripping out his stitches, and screaming about needing to smash something.”

“Strong heard ‘smash’,” the mutant interjected.

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Thank Christ for selective hearing.” She pulled away with chuckle.

Hancock fought the smile tugging on the corners of his lips. “Maybe I’ll see you down at the Third Rail then. Mayoral duties permitting, of course.”

Her movie-star white grin returned. “Of course,” she concurred. “See you around then.”

With that, Sasha turned back into the bathroom. When she disappeared from his sight, Hancock headed for the door and allowed the smallest smile under the shade of his hat.

#fallout 4 #hancock #f!sosu x hancock #strong #fo4 fanfiction #fallout 4 fanfiction

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welllpthisishappening · 5 years

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This is all the fault of @distant-rose and @katie-dub who were both like “yeah, write that,” when I was like, “I’m going to write about the disappearing bow tie from last week’s charity thing.” It’s hockey because I can’t be stopped and was yelling at the Rangers while I wrote this.

“Cap, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

“It’s the offseason, Lucas, I can’t possibly have done anything to offend you.”

“Well, that’s just fundamentally untrue, isn’t it?”

“I mean…technically,” Robin shrugged, glancing apologetically at Killian from the bar in the restaurant.

Killian glared at him. “You’re no help at all.”

“I’m assuming you did whatever you maybe did.”

“I don’t think those words make sense in that order,” Emma said, kicking the door behind her when she waved her hand towards Killian. “Did you do something wrong though?”

“What could I have done?” Killian asked. He jumped off the chair he’d been occupying for the better part of the last forty-five minutes, and several different people groaned at that, but Emma’s lips twitched and his hand landed on her stomach almost immediately. “It is July.”

“And you’re going to strain a muscle leaping up like that,” Will mumbled. “Aren’t you even remotely hungover?”

Killian shook his head. “Some of us did not do irreparable damage to their reputations at a charity event last night.”

“Eh,” Ruby objected.

“What was that, Lucas?”

“Did you not hear my elongated eh or are you just trying to be a jerk?”

“I’d love to get some food, but that wasn’t an option, so—“

“—Oh my God.”

“Did you not eat?” Emma asked sharply, tilting her head up.

She’d been finishing up promo work from the event the night before, a Garden of Dreams thing that required tuxedos and pictures and far too much paperwork for Emma, but it had been good and great and there’d been some dancing before Emma’s feet started to ache and it was easier to flirt while they were sitting down anyway.

“I was waiting for you.”

“That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard.”

Will made a ridiculous noise behind them, but Killian ducked his head and kissed his wife because she was his wife now – and that was only a little over a week old, but he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it or stop smiling and there was no way he’d done anything wrong.

Except maybe elope.

But they told them about that.

It was fine.

“And that’s a rather pointed opinion, Swan,” Killian said, letting his forehead rest against hers and he probably should have just gone to the Garden, but he was working on this whole not hovering thing. It was going ok.

It wasn’t, but that was neither here nor there.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“That’s why I’d like to eat. Did you eat?”

“Merida made me eat and before you get all smug about that, don’t get all smug about that because I ate just…a shit ton of, God, what were they?”

“I thought Mer made you eat?” Robin asked, but Will made that noise again and he was still laying in the booth.

“Please. Mer made Emma eat because Cap was going to fire her if she didn’t.”

“Ok, that is extreme,” Killian argued.

“Is it though?”

Killian’s face was going to get stuck mid-glare. Then maybe Ruby would have something to be legitimately frustrated about. “Yes,” he said. “And it was some dried fruit mix.”

“Do you not even know what you’re feeding me?” Emma balked.

“The website said iron-rich stuff was important—“

“—You know you sound like a crazy person,” Will mumbled, the words barely audible over the arm he’d thrown over his face.

Killian kissed the top of Emma’s hair. “And you are hungover. Ok, seriously, Lucas, stop tapping your foot. It’s the single most irritating thing in the world.”

“You don’t think that’s your obsession with Emma’s iron intake?” Ruby asked archly.

“It’s important!”

“Oh I’ve got no doubt.”

“And?”

“And what? You want to listen to me?”

“You’re a cruel media director, Lucas,” Robin chuckled, offering Emma a plate of half-finished onion rings. She took two.

“I choose to see it as focused,” Ruby corrected. “Also, whatever nonsense we’ve just been forced to listen to regarding the iron levels of mini-Jones’ body—does he have a body yet?”

“He’s the size of an asparagus,” Emma says, and Killian kissed her hair again. She moved against his side, not a particularly easy feat anymore, but they’d made it work and last night had been pretty good anyway and—

“No, really?” Ruby asked. She might have mumbled aww under her breath, Emma nodding with something that felt distinctly like triumph rolling off her.

“Why would I lie about that?”

“She brings up a very good point, Lucas,” Will mumbled. They were going to have to drag him off that bench. There’d been a considerable amount of scotch involved the night before.

“Shut up, Scarlet. I could very easily be yelling at you.”

“Why aren’t you?” Killian asked, trying to move Emma back towards a chair. She rolled her eyes.

“Because I’ve seriously got a question for you.”

“Then ask—“

“—What happened to your tie, Cap?”

Killian froze, mid-step, brows pulled low in confusion and it only took a second for Emma to mumble a barely audible oh shit under her breath. Will sat up. “Oh, damn, she’s totally right,” he breathed. “Where’d your tie end up, Cap?”

“And what does it have to do with future Wisconsin All-American Matthew Jones?” Robin added.

“That is an offensive suggestion,” Emma muttered, but most of the words got caught in the fabric of Killian’s t-shirt after she’d buried her face against his chest.

“Badger, badger, badger.”

Ruby didn’t say anything – which honestly was almost more concerning considering whatever sidetracked part of the conversation they’d fallen into – just lifted her eyebrows and crossed her arms, rocking back slightly on her heels. It felt like she’d grown several inches for good measure.

“The case of the great, missing tie,” Will chuckled. “Is it a good story?”

“That’s kind of what I’m trying to find out,” Ruby said. “And so is a very specific corner of the internet.”

Killian blinked. “What?”

“You’ve got a face, Cap.”

“What?”

“An attractive face. You know, objectively.”

“Objectively.”

“You just going to keep repeating me or you going to tell me what the hell happened to your tie? You were wearing a tie, weren’t you?”

Killian hummed, a noncommittal sound that probably did more to condemn him than help him. Emma’s whole body was shaking with the force of her laughter. “He was wearing a tie,” she confirmed. “At one point.”

There was a general murmur of interest across the restaurant, even higher eyebrows and quirked lips and Will glanced at Robin like that meant something particular. It kind of did. Just not for the reason they thought.

“One point?” Robin echoed, and Emma nodded solemnly.

“One point.”

“And,” Ruby prompted.

“And, uh…then he wasn’t.”

Will let out a low whistle, a sound that quickly turned into something close to a cackle and Robin had to move his hand to cover his mouth and whatever noise appeared to be falling out of it. “Where did it go?” Will asked.

“My pocket,” Killian said. They clearly weren’t expecting that. He took some strange pleasure in that.

Until Ruby’s eyes flashed his direction, far too knowing and far too experienced with how often he seemed to hover around Emma and—

“Did Emma like…rip your tie in half or something?”

“Jeez, Lucas.”

“What kind of insane upper-body strength do you think I have?” Emma shouted. “That was like…silk or something?”

Will made a sound that was almost impressed. “You wore a silk tie, Cap?”

“Oh my God,” Killian groaned. “Ok, that is not the important part. I mean, maybe, but..I don’t know, it matched Emma’s dress.”

“Is that why you had to take the tie off to take the picture with that girl?” Ruby muttered, and there was more oohing and ahhing and Killian kissed Emma’s hair for the third time. To ground himself or something.

“See, you think you’re kidding, but…” Emma trailed off, a hint of a smile tugging at her mouth and that had probably been what got them into that position in the first place.

She smiled at him and he smiled at her and they’d only gotten married for a little over a week before, so he refused to be held accountable for anything that happened for the rest of the offseason.

If Emma thought he had an attractive face, Killian wasn’t ever going to complain.

He was fairly confident she thought he had an incredibly attractive face.

“Explain this,” Ruby demanded, brandishing her cellphone like a particularly violent weapon.

Emma’s eyes flitted towards Killian, a question without actually asking and he shrugged. “It’s actually kind of hysterical.”

“Tell that to the section of the internet that seems to think you’ve got something going on with the girl in this picture.”

“What?”

“Well, that’s insane,” Will said evenly. “Has the internet ever seen Cap look at Emma? His tie matched her dress.”

“There is no tie in this picture,” Ruby screeched, and Killian was a little worried they were dangerously close to breaking her.

“Ok, ok, relax, Rubes,” Emma muttered. “It’s really not that bad. It’s—“

“—Were you making out? Is that what was happening?”

Will mumbled something that sounded a hell of a lot like obviously and Killian snapped a quick hey his direction, but Robin was still trying very hard not to laugh and Emma shook her head.

“I mean we might have gotten there eventually, but mostly I was trying to make sure everything was running right and we were on schedule and Killian’s obsessed with feeding me and—“

“—You are pregnant, Swan,” Killian mumbled, and she flashed him a smile that seemed to slink down his spine and warm him from the inside out. She pressed up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“I am almost too aware of that.”

“So where does the tie come into play?” Ruby asked.

“My back has been killing me for like…days and I was doing a shit ton of standing and there weren’t a ton of extra chairs and…”

“Were you sitting on the floor?”

Emma nodded. “So Killian could try and fix my shoulders.”

“That may honestly be the single most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

“He’s got a habit of that. But, uh, I was all twisted around and trying to fix my spine and ignore whatever the hell my ankles have evolved into, and I kind of let my head collapse on him and, well…I got a bunch of my lipstick on his tie.”

Ruby blinked. And opened her mouth. Only to close her mouth. And open it again. And tilt her head.

Robin gave up on that whole not laughing thing.

“So what you’re saying is there is a corner of the internet who is suggesting that Cap is not almost too in love with you and took his tie off for reasons too absurd to even acknowledge, but the real reason he took his tie off is because he was massaging his pregnant wife’s shoulders?”

“On the floor,” Will added.

Emma hummed. “Yup.”

Ruby hooked her foot around the closest chair, crashing into it without a thud and twist of limbs and her phone sounded impossibly loud when she tossed it on the table. “I don’t even know what to do with you two at this point,” she grumbled. “It’s like…dealing with some kind of disgusting fairy tale.”

“But you know in a nice way,” Robin corrected.

“Did you really think we were hiding out in some corner ripping each other’s actual clothes off?” Emma asked, not able to stop her voice from shaking with even more laughter.

Ruby groaned. “Don’t. I mean…don’t act like that’s not a thing that could happen.”

“Maybe when my ankles aren’t their own planets.”

“Ah, I think your ankles are fine, Swan,” Killian muttered, drawing more groans and possibly a stuck-out-tongue from Will and he had no idea where that new plate of onion rings came from.

Possibly the onion ring fairy.

“And I think you’ve got a pretty attractive face, actually,” Emma grinned, tilting her head up again. “Less objectively. More like..as biased as humanly possible.”

“I can’t believe any of this happened,” Ruby sighed. “Is there food? Can we get food, please?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do all night, Lucas,” Killian said.

“Shut up, Cap. I want some onion rings.”

He had to move away from Emma to drop the plate on Ruby’s table, earning an almost grateful sound for his efforts, and he wasn’t all that surprised when Emma refused anything green – demanding something greasy instead. They ate all of it.

And Emma fell asleep with her head on his shoulder in the cab back home.

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #captain swan fic #cs #blue line one shots #the rangers keep winning but they also keep doing it in a way seemed determined to frustrate me #so here is some hockey fluff

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mylovefortomholland · 6 years

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Win or lose part 2

Title: win or lose - Part two!

Type: one shot (now a two shot)

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Warnings: Angst? And language!

Summary/Request: It was requested with the Prompt 2.5 “You just stood there and laughed with the others at me!”

Word count: ~1.500

Note: Day six of my birthday-special!:)

Let me know if you want to get tagged in my upcoming Posts!:D

So many of you requested a part two, and I’m excited to deliver :3

Read the first part here!

After your more than embarrassing attend to ask Peter out to Homecoming things went down pretty fast.

The yellow bus in front of you got load up with your bags and few suitcases, Abe and Sally quizzed themselves and Flash made an unfunny joke about whatever, you didn’t listen anyway.

You were just about to throw your bag into the trunk of the bus, as your best friend bumped into your shoulder.

“The snake’s coming. I’ll repeat, the snake is coming”, they warned you about Peter, who’s running towards the school bus.

The eyes of everyone were fixed on him, except yours. You denied him even a gaze.

“Hey, it’s Peter”. Abe was the first who said something, snapping everyone else out of their silent staring contest against Peter.

“Peter?”, Liz asked him with just his Name what he wanted, because he left the Team on his own.

“Yeah, I was hoping I could rejoin the team?”

Flash went in front of everyone, defending his own place, which previously belonged to Peter. “No, no way. You can’t just quit on us, stroll up and be welcomed back by everyone!”, Flash was close to throw a tantrum, but Mr. Harrington stepped out of the bus, welcomed Peter right back and relegated Flash back to the first alternate position.

After a while Liz pulled out her Quiz cards, asking a bunch of question and earning a bunch of answers, even if not all of them were right. She even had the audacity to flirt with Peter, and he had the guts to somehow flirt back?

But who cares, right? You weren’t here because of him or her. You’re here because you’re smart and the team needs you, even if you hadn’t a position on the table, you were still an enrichment for them.

You reached Washington dc in around four hours, it felt like six for you, and were on your way to your Hotel, with this huge entry area with a bird in there, but you didn’t pay much attention to it. All of you were just really glad, because your room were already ready for you.

You shared one with your best friend, but regret it the moment the door closed.

“So, should I kill Peter when he gets too near to you? You know, I can let bodys disappear”, they wiggled with their hands and made a funny face.

“No, nothing of that. Just stay near me and… I… I can’t even blame him, right? I mean just take a look at Liz and her perfectly swung lips, her glowing skin and those big, tender puppy eyes!”, you growled, buried your face in your pillows.

You could feel how the mattress gave in a bit, before you felt the hand of (Y/bf/n) on your back, rubbing you a bit. “You know, everyone who isn’t as obsessed with you as they are with her are idiots, so Peter fucking Parker is a huge one”, they chuckled. “I overheard, that some of your team want to go to the pool?”

They didn’t have to ask you directly, you already knew what they wanted to ask anyway. So, without and answer, you threw on your bikini, grabbed a towel and followed your crew to the pool area, but not without hearing Liz talk to Peter. In such a flirty way, your stomach turned. Liz played with her hair, while peter was… he was so distracted, he didn’t even get that she was flirting with him. He didn’t come with you.

Peter had another mission, a more important one. He had to look for that lair from his enemy. Of course, he wanted to go with you, but his spider-man duty had priority, so he climbed on to the roof, watched his crew messing around in the pool and Liz, as she said something to Flash.

But then, his eyes caught you. The girl which heart he broke a couple weeks ago, and the girl which pushed him out of her life. And he understood why. He questioned himself, after the sentence you threw so venomous at him.

“Just because you’re so obsessed with another girl”

Was he really THAT obsessed? No, he just had a huge crush, right? He didn’t do anything wrong, he was just a boy who fell in love with a girl, which never ever acknowledged him, if he wasn’t in the decathlon-team. He was just like you, with a crush on someone else.

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YOU WON!

OH MY GOSH, congratulation on your Victory over the Decathlon! To celebrate that, Mr. Harrington took you to the Washington Monument, and all ov you – except of Michelle – went into the elevator.

The extremely passionate elevator-lady explained to you, that the Monument was 555 feet five and one-eight inches tall, that the stone and marble are cut around the stone and blah blah blah, it clearly didn’t interest you at all. Instead of listening you talk whispered to your friend, about the absence of Parker. You knew he wasn’t with you at the Decathlon, that’s why Flash had to take his place, but now you were mad worried. Ned tried to calm you down with the excuse, that peter “doesn’t feel so good” (got it?).

Right before you could ask Ned again, a mix of blue and purple light shoot out from somewhere and burned a hole in to the ceiling from the elevator cap.

Panic and screams mixed together, your best friend took your hand and squeezed her. They were SO AFRAID of the height and just went with you, because you couldn’t stand to be in a itsy bitsy tiny room with Liz and probably Peter. And now, you would be guilty for their death. Perfect. Just perfect.

The elevator-lady tried to calm you down, she really tried, but the constantly creaking from the outside wires and the thought about that huge hole right above you were quiet a calming-murder.

You could hear the door from above you creak open, looks like you almost reached your goal. The emergency-exit, the hatchway in the fucking damaged ceiling opened with a squeak, A man helped you out. One after another, while Mr. Harrington helped from below, so the students could even reach that hatch.

“So, who’s next?”

Everyone looked around, till Flash pressed forward, still holding the freaking trophy.

“Me, it’s my turn!”

“Flash, don’t worry about that fucking trophy!”, someone shouted, but Flash wouldn’t be Flash if he would abandon his beloved golden sculpture. As soon as Flash was out there, the cap wiggled like never before. The boy gave the security his trophy first, while the elevator got looser with every single second.

“I don’t want to die here, holy shit”, you whined, holding the hand of your friend tightly.

Flash got out, and right after that, it happened.

The last sting of hope broke and the lift fell into the depth. With you, your best friend, Liz, Mr. Harrington and Ned. Everyone screamed, but after seemingly hours of falling, which turned out to be a fraction of a second, you stopped. As if someone pulled the emergency break in a train.

A little bit of hope came back, but it didn’t stay long enough to calm you down completely. The cap fell again, with such a loud sound, which just put you in MORE panic, but again…

The cap stopped, and in it was Spiderman. Head over, legs pressed again the tiny piece of ceiling that still worked and gave enough support. He looked around, cleared his throat and said, in a surprising deep and calming voice

“Hey, how you doing? Don’t worry about it. I got you”, his Queens accent showing through.

You sat on the floor, still holding the hand of your best friend. Your heartbeat echoed in your head, filling your own ears with it. Ned let his relief take over hand, just to be cut off from your hero in disguise. Spiderman pulled the whole cap, with five persons in it, to the upper door, where everyone got out. You could hear the creaking of metal again and knew it wasn’t a good sign.

And boy you were right.

As soon as you wanted to go to the exit, the metal gave in, Spiderman lost the support of the ceiling and you toughed you would fell again, but that wasn’t the case.

It was just the elevator cap that fell, you were tightly pressed against the Heroes chest, and arm wrapped around you.

You heard his heartbeat this time, and it was the most calming melody you ever heard. A little bit unsteady and rushed, because of the circumstances, but still calming. Tears filled your eyes, as the adrenaline evaporates, and the stress spread out.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N)”, his smooth voice called you, making you look in to the Eyes of his mask.

“I’ve got you and I’ll never let you fall again”, he whispered so quietly you barely understood it.

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strangermarvelss · 6 years

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mission report- b.b | part 1 |

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is assigned to be fake married to Natasha on a mission. Given their history, you’re not happy about the idea.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: angst, swearing, alcohol, semi-nudity, you may not like Natasha after reading this

A/N: idk why but this idea randomly popped in my head at work and I really liked it. enjoy!- sava

Silence filled the air following Nick Fury’s mission details. Your attention was focused on the empty space on the table in front of you, trying to process why Nick would even suggest such a thing. Just the thought of what was about to occur made your skin crawl and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

The mission was simple. Distract the H.Y.D.R.A agents and subtly get information out of them. The complicated part of the operation? Nick wanted people everyone in pairs, acting as girlfriends/boyfriends. One pair would be interacting with the agents directly, while the others would be there as backup. Wanda and Vision, which wasn’t a problem, Clint and Maria, You and Steve,… and, the one that made your stomach churn, Bucky and Natasha.

“Me and...Nat? As a couple? Why that pairing, if I may ask?” Bucky asked, crossing his arms as his eyebrows furrowed at Nick. You flinched at the nickname he gave her, but at least your own boyfriend found the pairing for the new mission as weird as you did.

“Because Mr. Barnes,” Nick began to say, pulling up a hologram that disclosed more information about the mission before everyone’s eyes. Your eyes darted to the hologram, avoiding everyone’s gaze as you tried your best to focus on the information. “You and Ms. Romanoff are some of our best agents. Ex-assassins and all, we need to get this intel from these last remaining H.Y.D.R.A agents, who will be at this event. And I’ve picked you two to do that, all in a disguise of course,” he finished.

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to send Steve as Natasha’s ‘date’,” Bucky asked, his voice growing agitated. Given Bucky and Natasha’s history, you understood why he didn’t want to go through with being her pretend boyfriend for the night, because being her actual one was hell for him years ago. It was one of the reasons you didn’t want that happening either.

You weren’t a stranger to feeling insecure. There were millions of pretty girls around the world and, fro some reason, Bucky chose you, a plain jane girl who just so happened to know how to kick some ass. Natasha, on the other hand, could kick your ass and several more, all while managing to not even break a sweat and ruin her complexion. She was beautiful and talented, a dangerous combination which meant you couldn’t keep up. It managed to make you weaker on the inside than you already were.

“Trying to disguise Steve Rogers, also known as ‘America’s Golden Boy’, isn’t as easy as you think, Barnes. He can’t just wear a baseball cap and a pair of glasses like he did back in D.C, especially to an event like this,” Nick quipped back at Bucky, snapping you back into reality.

“But what if Bucky is recognized through his disguise because of his past with H.Y.D.R.A? Wouldn’t it make sense to use someone like Wilson or Barton, in a case like that?” You asked, annoyance laced in your voice. You could see out of the corner of your eye that Bucky’s face fell slightly, his eyes averting away from your gaze.

Nick turned to look at you, his expression one of pure anger. Constantly pushing him during meetings was not something he liked, and to say we had gone too far was an understatement. “Is there a problem, Ms. Y/L/N?” He asked, raising his brows.

You bit the inside of your cheek, keeping your remarks at bay. You shook your head and flashed him a fake smile. “No, no problems at all,” you told him. Nick finished giving everyone the final details and waved everyone off. You jumped from your seat and were the first one out of the conference room, running down the hall and towards your quarters.

You and Steve stood at the bar at the event, ordering drinks for yourselves. You were only allowed two drinks per person as you needed to look like you belonged to the event, but you needed to be sober enough to relay any information that you received during the mission. If you had to witness Bucky being Natasha’s fake boyfriend, you definitely needed alcohol in your system.

“Everyone’s coms working?” Steve asked over the coms. Everyone answered almost immediately and he nodded, extending an arm out to you and escorting you towards the table Nick arranged for the two of you to sit at.

As you sat down, you saw Bucky and Natasha sitting two tables away, her brunette wig resting nicely on her head, looking almost as if it weren’t a wig. As apart of the mission, Nick requested that Bucky cut his hair for his disguise, as his prior hairstyle was too recognizable on him. His new hairstyle was a typical one for men in now-a-days, almost matching Steve’s, gel mixed within his gorgeous brown locks that styled it upwards. With his hair looking like that on top of the fitted navy blue suit he was wearing tonight and the white gloves given to him to hide his metal arm made your heart beat faster just taking in the sight of him.

Damn he looked amazing tonight.

Your face fell and your turned away from them, trying to focus your attention on something else. You felt a hand wrap around your arm and you looked up to see Steve flashing you a sympathetic smile. Natasha was his friend, but so were you. Hell, you were dating his best friend, and seeing you so upset about the current situation made him feel bad. He also knew that you were insecure and you let it get the best of you at times, he being the only one on your teammates knowing that little fact about you. That doesn’t mean people didn’t have their suspicions.

Across the room you spotted your best friend Wanda and the love of her life Vision talking, Wanda wearing a beautiful red, floor length dress and Vision wearing a classic black tux in his human form for his disguise, and Clint and Maria sitting three tables away. Clint was wearing a red suit jacket with a black bow tie and a white undershirt matched with black slacks, and Maria was wearing a sparkly navy dress that reached to her calves. Everyone looked so great tonight, even Steve, who was wearing a black, velvet suit jacket with a black bow tie and a black undershirt, along with black slacks.

But not you. You wanted to be better than great. You stepped it up a notch. You were sporting a long, floor length, black dress, that came out in an almost a-line style look, with silver decals that came up from the bottom and reached up to the waist. Your neckline was a plunging v-neck, showing off major cleavage. You had to buy that special double-sided boob tape for this event, which you never thought you’d do. Even for smokey eye and brows were perfect tonight. You even wore the diamond earrings Bucky bought you for your one year anniversary. Everything else was perfect about tonight, except for the fact that you couldn’t spend your night with your boyfriend.

“Eyes up people. The agents just made their way into the ballroom,” Nick said in the coms. He was on the upper level of the venue, dressed in a curly afro wig, which looks better than how he described it before, and a pair of sunglasses along with a simple black and white suit, so he didn’t draw too much attention to himself. People might think he’s being pretentious with the sunglasses inside, but Tony does it all the time, so why can’t he?

“One more thing. Barnes, Romanoff, you two look like you’re here on your first date rather than two people who are supposed to look like they’ve been together for a while. Try and play your parts, alright?” Nick whisper-yelled into the coms. You sipped on your drink as you listened to him, anxiety coursing through your veins.

You felt Steve’s grip on your thigh tighten as he reached with his free hand to mute his com for a moment. “Nothing bad is goi-,” he began to say, but you were distracted by your worst nightmare happening right in front of your eyes.

Bucky’s hands were cupping Natasha’s cheeks, careful not to ruin her makeup or to ruin her wig. He slowly leaned into her, his lips softly brushing against her and began to move in sync with one another, causing the people at their table to cheer them on. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she wove her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly. The kiss was practically all tongue and teeth, that could even be seen from a distance.

Your entire world began crashing down before you. The only things moving around you were Bucky and Natasha as his lips moved from hers to her neck, planting soft kisses and nibbles on the base of her neck, the exact thing he would do to you back at the compound.

You couldn’t breathe. You were struggling for air. You knew being apart of this mission under these circumstances was a bad idea, but you didn’t really have a choice, especially after Nick got angry with you after you questioned him in front of everyone.

You rose from your seat abruptly, turning your com of and placing it in front of Steve on the table. You tried to squeeze by people, but you felt Steve’s hand wrap around your wrist. Your chin began to wobble as you turned to look him in the eye, his blue orbs full of sympathy and pity.

“Y/N, don’t-,”

“Tell Nick I’m sorry, but I really can’t be here and torture myself while that’s going on just a few tables away,” you cut him off as you nodded your head in Bucky’s direction, your voice breaking throughout your sentence. You broke free of his grasp and squeezed by the chairs that sat at your table, making your way around to the front of the venue as quickly as you could but without making too much of a scene.

As you exited the building, you let the breeze hit your face hard, but not really feeling anything of it. You looked around for a cab, but thought about all the shit you would be met with once everyone else arrived back at the compound. You weren’t ready to face everyone after what just happened, especially Nick and Bucky. You were most likely going to lose your job because of your actions and your boyfriend because of past feelings that arose between him and Natasha, all in the span of a night. You don’t just kiss someone like that if you’re just acting.

Just across the street, you saw a fancy hotel begging to become your new safe haven, at least for the night. You walk over to the crosswalk and quickly make your way over, walking into the lobby and right up to the front desk. You took your card out and asked for a room, trying your best to keep your tears from falling out of your eyes. You could see the pity in the worker’s eyes as she helped you get a room, but at this point, you truly didn’t care anymore.

You took your keycard from the lady and went to the elevator, pushing the button and watched the doors close. You were thankful that you were alone in the elevator, because that’s when you were willing to let a few tears slip down your cheeks, effectively ruining your makeup that was perfect before that shit went down.

You exited the elevator and moped to the room number you were given. As you open the door, you were welcomed with a large, king sized bed that you were so glad to see. Unfortunately, you looked up to see that your view was of the venue across the street where everything had just happened. You went over to the window and pulled the curtains shut, not wanting to be reminded of him or her or this night any longer.

Reaching behind you, you grabbed the zipper of your dress and let it pool at your ankles, leaving you in just your underwear. You went to the bathroom and grabbed one of the complementary robes and wrapped yourself in the soft fabric.

As you climbed into bed, your thoughts went back to Bucky, how he kissed Natasha just like he would kiss you. He didn’t even bother to compliment you on how nice you looked for the event, never once talking to you, and after all that effort you put into looking good for not only the event but for him for some potential fun when the two of you got back home, before...the kiss happened.

You felt a pang in your chest, an all too familiar feeling that you’d been feeling within the recent hour. You buried yourself under the comforter and began to cry. Bellowing into the pillow, probably ruining the expensive object with your makeup filled tears, all in an unfamiliar hotel room because you couldn’t bear to see the person that supposedly loved you.

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multiversecrossroads · 6 years

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Lazy Sunday.

She hates him, Astrid repeats under her breath as she waits for Jun to answer the door already. It’s not a blushing denial of her true feelings, or some bullshit like that. She can’t lie anymore, not even to herself. In this moment, standing in front of Jun’s apartment at 11 o’clock in the morning (seriously why is he still not up), she hates him. For not understanding what their job is. For never taking anything seriously. For making her fix the fuckups that inevitably result from the first two points.

Finally, he opens the door, wearing a kimono that she swears she saw in the window of Ragstock two weeks ago. She doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

“What’s this I hear about you hanging out with--goblins?” Her mouth puckers up around the word in distaste. “And not only that, but helping humans and goblins get all friendly again?”

“Um... yes?” He scratches the side of his head and the kimono gapes open at his chest. There’s a nasty cut going across his pectorals. It looks like the same one he got fighting those Black Court boot-lickers a few days ago. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“No, idiot, it is not,” she snaps. “Because if the humans and the goblins are all kumbaya, it means the city is still under Wyldfae control. And you are supposed to be working for Winter, remember? And you--” She flaps a hand at his wound. “You still haven’t taken care of that gash on your chest!”

She realizes what she’s said as his mouth pulls into a lazy grin. “I could take care of your gash on my--”

“Don’t,” she commands. “Just invite me in, stupid, we can’t talk about this out here.”

Jun’s grin downgrades to a smirk, still too pleased with himself for her liking. But he turns to the side, opening the way for her. “Come on in, then.”

Astrid breezes past him. She can feel the air swirling around his wings, glamoured into invisibility, as he closes the door. He hides them all the time now. It’s easy to forget that he’s fae at all.

“So,” she begins, arms crossed. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

Jun’s first aid kit is a plastic bag containing a tube of calamine lotion, a box of Transformers band-aids, an Icy/Hot patch, and three gauze pads. He shrugs when she glares up at him in disbelief. “It’s a work in progress.”

“Oh my god.” She pinches the bridge of her nose and takes in a breath. “Whatever. It’ll have to do.”

It takes a few minutes of debating to convince Jun that a row of twelve band-aids will not, in fact, be the best method to use. He doesn’t hesitate to bring up that the last time she had to use a bandage was when they were teenagers and she scraped her leg in gym. They end up using his phone to Google “bandaging a cut” to settle the matter; the results side with her, and Astrid mutters how she knew she was right, and how could he forget about disinfectant, anyway.

The closest thing he has to disinfectant is Hawkeye vodka. He hisses as she splashes it over his cut, which lights a little ember of satisfaction in her chest. “Don’t waste all of it, damn,” he mutters when she gives him an extra shot.

She sniffs and screws the cap back on. “What, are you making jungle juice later? You can’t possibly drink this straight.”

“Pssh. That’s quitter talk.”

Astrid rolls her eyes. “All the money the court pays you, and you don’t even buy decent liquor.” She walks the enormous bottle back to the kitchen and returns it to its spot atop the refrigerator. “It’s such a waste.”

She turns around in time to see Jun emerge from the bathroom, the top half of his kimono hanging loose around the belt. He’s still slim, always has been, but there’s muscle in his arms and shoulders that wasn’t there just a short time ago. (Six years ago, she realizes. That’s the last time she saw him without a shirt.) If she squints, she can make out the outline of his wings.

But then he notices her staring, and he leans one elbow against the wall and grins at her like he’s some kind of fucking Lothario. “See something you like?”

She scoffs. “I liked you better when you were hissing in pain.”

He just wags his eyebrows at her. “Going full fae made you kinkier, huh? I can work with that.”

Because she doesn’t feel shame the way a mortal does, she thinks about it, just for a second. About how he’d flinch and gasp if she walked up and raked her nails down his chest. The thought must show on her face, because Jun’s cheesy smile drops, and for a split second he’s vulnerable in his surprise.

She’ll remember that look on his face later, when she’s back home in the Nevernever. For now, she takes the chance to re-focus him. “Getting back to your open wound. You need something to hold the gauze pads in place.”

Jun straightens up and glances away. He rubs his chest parallel to the cut, a few inches below it. “Um. I’ve got... duct tape? Somewhere.”

“Duct tape,” she echoes. It seems like it should work. Sturdy, adhesive, at least sterile enough to be near a wound if not touching it. Still... “Google if it’s safe,” she orders.

“Wow, what would I do without you?” He rolls his eyes, but he heads back into the bathroom, where his phone is resting on the counter. If only he heeded her that well all the time.

Then again, there’s something nostalgic about their bickering. And if it really comes down to it, she can always geas him.

“So--remind me again why you’re pissed?”

Astrid purses her lips. She’s holding the gauze pads in place while Jun stretches the duct tape over their upper edges. “You seriously don’t get it?”

“I’m just saying, you lost me somewhere between ‘ranting about alliances’ and ‘playing doctor’.”

Right. She hadn’t made sure her point got through that dense skull of his. “The argument over the girl--”

“Sonia.”

“--I don’t care. That was the perfect excuse to start a fight with the goblins and drive them out of the city. Then Winter could start to take more control.” The duct tape flattens over the top of the gauze pads; she gives them a little push before she lets her hands drop. “But instead you did the opposite. And now we’ve got to find some other way to get a stronger foothold for the court.”

“‘We’?” he snorts. “That’s asking for a whole lot of initiative from someone who’s supposed to just be an informant.”

Oh, Jun. Still allergic to work. And as clueless as ever. She snatches the roll of duct tape from his grasp and pulls out a strip for the bottom of the gauze. “You’ve stolen one too many archaeological artifacts to still be just an informant.”

“Yeah, because you didn’t give me a choice.”

“So? You still did it.” He’s not getting the picture, and she doesn’t feel like explaining it to him. A swipe of her fingertips seals the duct tape against his skin. She steps back and tilts her chin up at his wound. “There. Now you won’t die of gangrene or whatever.”

“Convincing,” he mutters. He scratches at the duct tape for a second, then suddenly looks at her with a curious light in his eyes. “Hey, does weed still work on you?”

It’s such a 180 that she isn’t sure how to answer for a moment. She barely smoked when she was mortal, even less now. “I--haven’t had a chance to try it.” Her eyes narrow. “Why?”

Jun shrugs, ever so nonchalant. “Well, I was going to smoke a bowl and watch some Regular Show. I figured I should offer you some before you bitch me out for being a bad host or something.” He raises his eyebrows at her as he backs out of the bathroom. “So, you want to try it?”

Astrid drags her thumbnail over the ridged side of the duct tape roll. She is curious how drugs might affect her, now. And the way Jun phrased it makes it a matter of hospitality, not of ensuring he didn’t owe her for patching him up. She could still leverage a favor out of him later.

“All right.” She ditches the duct tape on one of the bathroom shelves and exits to the living room.

Jun is already parked on his futon, packing a bowl with the ease of experience. “First hit’s yours,” he says as she sits down.

It takes her a moment to recover the memory, like sifting through the weeds at the bottom of a lake bed to find a ring. High school, before she’d chosen fae, Jun’s basement. What, the class princess is too good to sit and smoke? This not expensive enough for you? The emotions of that moment (indignation, frustration, a certain contrary resolve) come to her like sounds from above the waves. Muffled and distorted enough that they lose any urgency.

Most of her memories are like that now. But it doesn’t really concern her. She keeps the important parts--in this case, the mechanics of taking a pull from the small glass pipe, her thumb over the carb. Smoke plumes in her mouth and trails down to her lungs. The burn is familiar, but her body shrugs it off instead of coughing like she did before.

She sits back, hands the pipe off to Jun, and watches his hands cradle the glass while she waits to feel something.

When she was still considering the Choice, she sought out other nixies in an attempt to understand what she might become. On the banks of a river in the Nevernever that shifted course depending on where she looked, she asked three of them, The last person you drowned--why’d you do it?

Why do you eat? one answered. I killed my last because I was hungry, simple as that.

The second raked a hand through her seaweed-green hair. He deserved it, she replied. He was cruel, and he was trespassing in my pond.

The third sculled her hand through the water. Because he would have changed. Her voice was soft as she lifted her hand, a tiny, flailing, iridescent fish in her upturned palm. He wouldn’t have been mine anymore. This way I get to keep him as he was.

Jun is chuckling on every third word, smile easy and eyes hooded. There’s a glow coming off him like a neon sign on a foggy night. Soft and comforting and a little unearthly. He can’t see it, she’s pretty sure. He’d probably just make some joke about how high she is if she brings it up.

And maybe she is a little high--she takes another long drag to keep up with the way her body churns through the smoke’s effects--but it’s not like she doesn’t see this shit all the time. She’s just slowed down enough to appreciate it now. It seems special again, like it did when she first went fae.

“This goblin motherfucker’s--holding himself up with his one jacked arm, an’ holding the tap to his mouth with his skinny one--an’ he’s just obliterating this keg. Could hardly believe it.” His head lolls back against the futon, turning towards her, and he holds his hand out. “I mean, I don’t think he was any taller than the keg.”

She passes him the pipe. “Sounds like they’ve been sneaking into frat parties.”

“Fuck, could you imagine? A goblin frat.” He draws from the pipe and holds it for a second or so before exhaling streams of smoke from his nostrils. “Gamma Omicron Beta.”

She huffs out a laugh at that, leans sideways against the futon and uses her arm as a pillow. She’s surprised he knew the right Greek letter to use for “O”. “They’re basically already a frat. Just with more bow-hunting.”

“Jesus. Small mercy the Brothers crowd hasn’t taken up that hobby.”

He holds the pipe out for her again. She reaches for it and feels her hand clip something unseen right as his eyes scrunch up in discomfort. When she holds the pipe at the ready, there’s a shimmer on the outer edge of her hand that’s the same color as Jun’s glow.

“You must want a wing cramp if you’re sitting like that.” She pauses, her lips pursed but not quite touching the pipe, and raises an eyebrow at Jun.

"Are you my dad now? They’re fine.” Still, he slumps forward, forehead touching his knees. The air above his back shivers for half a second, and then his wings pop into view, iridescent purple, doubled and tapering into long, fine points. “See?”

She does. She reaches out to trace her fingertips over the edge of a lower wing, the pipe forgotten. His wings flutter in response, releasing a tiny burst of sparkles where she made contact. He turns his head so his temple is on his knee and looks up at her. There’s sleepy curiosity in his eyes.

“I haven’t seen them in a while,” she explains. “They’re--different. Bigger than they used to be.”

She hadn’t meant in terms of how much space they took up. More like the impression they made on reality. But a smile slides onto his face and she already knows what he’s about to say, so she cuts him off by slapping his shoulder.

He lets out a fake whine that dissolves into a laugh. “Come on, you walked right into that one.”

“I swear, it’s like you’re still in high school.”

“Yeah, yeah. I think you miss it.”

He sits up and lifts his arms over his head, his back bending into an elegant arch. She watches him stretch for a moment, then turns her attention back to the pipe. “I don’t,” she replies, and pauses long enough to take a hit. “I thought I was such hot shit back then. Now I know what real power is.”

“Listen to you. Reeeal poweeeer...” He puts on a cartoon villain sneer that lasts for half a second before it breaks into more giggles. “So that outweighs all of it? All the shenanigans, the adoring masses? Smacking me down for being a dumbass on the regular?”

“I still do that last one.” She bonks him on the head with the pipe before handing it back. “So yes. It does.”

“Awww.” He bats his eyelashes, his wings following along. While he’s holding the next hit in his lungs, he goes contemplative, squinting and nodding. He releases the smoke in a slow plume and looks sidelong at her. “Maybe I should try it, then. If you like it so much.”

A prick of annoyance taints her high. “It’s not something you try.” The Choice, once made, is permanent. That was one of the first things they learned, as changeling children just tracked down by the court. Choosing alters your very nature.

She imagines Jun’s foggy-neon glow gone sharp and glaring, and shakes her head. “It wouldn’t suit you, anyway.”

No. In this moment, this is how she likes him--foolish and familiar, unthinkingly kind and relentlessly malleable. A man wearing through his teenage self. Human. Not. A memory, playing and changing in real time.

But even if she can’t lie anymore, saying something honestly is a different beast.

She stands up, refusing the pipe when Jun tries to hold it out to her. “I need to get going. You’re not the only one I need to talk to today.”

“Damn. Guess I gotta smoke all this weed by myself.” He levers himself off the couch to see her out. When she glances back at him, his wings are invisible again. “Good thing I’m up to that challenge. I’m a real go-getter.”

She rolls her eyes at that. “Just don’t show up high tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Show up where?”

Astrid pauses in front of his door, hand on the knob, and turns to face him. “College Green Park, after dusk. You’ll be flying me around the city, making some deliveries together.” A sharp smirk slides onto her face, an imitation of one she used to wear. “So you can see what working for Winter actually looks like.”

There’s wariness in his red-rimmed eyes for a moment. Then it’s overtaken by mischief, and he leans toward her. “Ooh, so you mean a date?”

“Not a date.” She pushes him away with a palm on his forehead. (Lightly. She doesn’t want to chuck him through the wall.)

He laughs as he regains his balance; eddies of air from his wings brush her arms. “If you say so, boss. I’ll be there.”

“You’d better.” And he will, she knows. For all his delinquent tendencies, Jun hasn’t yet missed a meeting with her. Even if he only shows up because he wants to tease her about something.

She pulls the door open and strides away before he can fire off another comment. With her high wearing off, her tolerance for his shenanigans is plummeting again. By the time she reaches the sidewalk outside Deadwood, she’s already thinking about her next meeting.

But when she makes it back to the Nevernever at the end of the day, there’s still a streak of shimmer on her hand. Soft neon, iridescent purple. She decides she doesn’t want to wash it off.

#astrid rivers #Dresden Files RPG

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