#and the kitchen even though i hate those kinds of cabinets

[wintersoldiersoul]

I should hate you

A/N: So this is kind of unintentionally becoming a series??? I'll prob make one more part to this if you guys want it! Part 2 to Tolerate It

Another night of sleep escaping you. Tossing and turning in your bed once again, as you replayed the conversation you had with Bucky, two weeks ago. 

You had seen the pain in his eyes that day. The way that he hated himself for what he had done, but he had truly believed that it was what was best. 

You were proud of yourself for how you had reacted. It would have been so easy to fall back under his spell, to instantly forgive him and just run back into his arms. But as badly as you wanted that, you knew you couldn’t. For your own sake, you needed time. 

What if it happened again? What if on another mission something went wrong and Bucky did the same thing? You couldn’t put yourself through that again. His actions had made you hate yourself. Even now, when you knew the truth there was still a little voice in the back of your head saying that it was all your fault. You wondered how Bucky could ever say those things to you, real or not. You didn’t understand how he could put you through so much pain, even if he truly believed it was for your own good. You couldn’t just take him back so easily. But you also couldn’t hate him.

To his credit, Bucky gave you space. He didn’t text or call or bombard you whenever you were in each other’s presence at the tower. He knew you well enough to know that you would come to him when you were ready.

There was one part of the conversation though, that weighed heavily on your mind. “A week before that mission, you were browsing engagement rings,” Steve had said to Bucky. Was that true? Was Bucky really planning on proposing to you? It felt like that life, the one you had built with him, existed on a completely different timeline than your current one.

You had been staying in your bedroom at the tower for the past week. Being in the apartment you used to share with Bucky hurt too much. You were too overwhelmed with pain that you couldn’t think clearly about what to do. Plus, Bucky was on a mission so you knew he wouldn’t be around for a few days at least. 

Giving up on sleep and in need of a late night snack, you headed to the kitchen. As you opened the cabinet, you spotted a box of pancake mix sitting front and center. Your mind was immediately flooded with images of Bucky cooking in your kitchen. He made you pancakes every saturday, always making it a point for the two of you to sit and have breakfast together and catch up after your insanely busy weeks.

The memories broke you. God, you missed him so much. The pain was physical, a constant tightness in your chest preventing you from breathing. You couldn’t control the sob that escaped as your knees gave out and you crumbled to the floor of the kitchen. You had gotten used to crying alone.

Time didn’t exist as you sobbed, arms wrapped around yourself. You didn’t know if it had been 3 minutes or 3 hours when the elevator opened. You didn’t even hear it. You didn’t register Bucky’s footsteps as he approached you, still in his suit from the mission he had just returned from. You didn’t even know he was there until you felt his arms around you. How ironic that the man comforting you was the reason you were crying in the first place.

He wanted to give you space but he couldn’t do it anymore. Not when you were broken and alone on the kitchen floor at 4 in the morning.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, stroking your hair. You didn’t fight him off. Didn’t tell him to leave. Just for a minute you needed to let yourself be weak. His own tears started to fall as he held you. He hated that he had caused you so much pain. That the broken state you were in was his fault. “Y/N, look at me. Please.”

You shook your head. “No. I can’t,” you answered, fighting for breath in between your sobs.

He sighed, trying to curb his tears. “I know you hate me,”

“Hate you?” You interrupted. “I wish I hated you! I should hate you! I wish more than anything in the entire world that I only felt anger towards you. I would do anything to hate you!” You finally found the strength to look in his eyes. They were so full of pain and longing.

“Can I make you some tea? C-can we just sit together for a little bit? It doesn’t have to mean anything but just,” he ran his hands through his hair. “Please. Just for a little bit.”

He was right. You could let him comfort you for a bit. Sit with him and enjoy the presence of the man you missed so dearly. Just for a little. “Okay.”

A few minutes later, you were sitting on the couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a mug of tea in your hands. “I don’t know what to say to you, Bucky.”

He sat down next to you, careful to not get too close. He wanted to respect your boundaries. “I know. I have a lot to say to you but I don’t know if you wanna hear it.”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to work up the courage to ask your question. “Were you planning on proposing to me? Was that true, when Steve said you were looking at rings?”

“Yes.” 

The word punched the air out of your lungs. If only things had gone differently. If those fucking words hasn’t been used. If Bucky had just talked to you, the two of you would have been happily engaged right now. You would be planning your wedding, elbows deep in binders of wedding venues and colors and themes. 

“I still want to marry you. More than anything in the entire world,” he continued.

“Then why did you ruin it?” You snapped.”Everything that’s happening right now is your fault. I thought it was mine. I convinced myself it was my fault. But it’s not. I gave you everything, Bucky! Everything I could possibly give you. And you made me feel like it wasn’t enough. That I wasn’t enough.”

“I know,” he said, wiping his eyes. “I know.”

“But I can’t hate you!” You continued. “How am I supposed to hate you when you did that to protect me?”

“Y/N, can I show you something?” He reached into his bag and pulled out a brown leather notebook. “You don’t have to talk to me right now. But please, please just read this.” He opened to a specific page and handed you the notebook. 

Your heart stopped as your eyes scanned the page. It was a letter. He had written you a letter.

“Y/N,

I hate myself for what I have to do. I hate myself for a lot of the things i’ve done but this is easily the worst. Hurting you is worse than being tortured by Hydra. I wish I could be different. I wish our lives were different. I wish that we had met in a bar like two normal people and lived a normal life free of violence. I wish that Hydra hadn’t been there that day. I wish I had been just a little stronger and that those words hadn’t triggered the Winter Soldier. And I wish, more than anything, that I wasn’t a danger to you.

You deserve so much better. So much more than what I can ever give me. You should be with someone who’s life is free from trauma, who can shower you with the love you deserve constantly and most importantly, someone who doesn’t have the possibly to lose control and hurt you.

You are a beacon of light, Y/N. The most beautiful, kindest, intelligent person I have ever known. I am in awe of you every single day. I see the way that you’re still trying. How you want to be there for me through this. I wish you didn’t. I can’t do it. I can’t say goodbye to you. I need you to do it, okay? Because if I have to, it will break me. I hate hearing you cry like you are right now as I write this. You’re so much better than me. Please, don’t waste your tears on me. 

I hope one day you’ll understand. I hope you know this isn’t your fault. I hope you know that I still love you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop, even on my death bed I’ll still be thinking of you.

You are an angel, Y/N. Don’t let me ruin your light.”

The page was stained with your tears when you had finished reading. Reading his words that he had written in real time hurt so much. God, you just wanted to forgive him.

“Bucky…” you looked up at him. “I’m so scared. What if this happens again? I can’t deal with that. I can’t make it if you abandon me again.”

He grabbed your hands and looked directly into your eyes. “I will never abandon you again. Never.”

“I don’t know what to do,” you didn’t know if you were talking to him or yourself.

“Let me hold you,” he whispered. “Please. Just for tonight.” 

You nodded. He wrapped his arms around you tightly for the second time that night. The two of you stayed like that the whole night, falling asleep against each others bodies.

The next morning you slipped out of his arms before he was awake. That was a mistake, you tried to tell yourself. But it didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt right.

You tried to avoid Bucky any time he was at the tower. He still wanted to give you space but he also just wanted to show you how much he loved you. And so every day there would be a little gift on your bed. A box of chocolate from the place that you had mentioned once was your favorite, that pair of shoes that you had said months ago that you liked, Of course he knew he wouldn’t make up for all of the hurt he had caused with material things but he just wanted to show you that he cared. That he paid attention and took note of everything you said and did.

He had a lot to make up for. A lot to pain to mend. But you missed him so much. So that day, when you ran into him in the living room, you threw him a bone.

“Dinner tonight. Just us. You can pick where.”

So that’s how you ended up sitting across fr Bucky. He had chosen your favorite restaurant in the city, of course. Anything to make you happy. He just couldn’t believe that you were actually here, sitting with him.

“I know I keep saying it but I’m sorry,” he said when you first sat down.

“No,” you stopped him. “None of that tonight, okay? Tonight I just wanna enjoy time with you. I’m not saying I forgive you and that we’re back together but I can’t ever get there if we can’t just be us.” You knew you couldn’t do this forever. Just stay in this inbetween of being mad but wanting him so badly. You’d never be able to let him go, you knew that. So you decided to just start slow. A normal dinner where the two of you could just talk like you used to.

Four glasses of wine later, you were having a great time. It was like the past few months had never even happened. Of course the alcohol had helped you along the way but mostly, you had just missed him so much.

The two of you continued to go to dinner together once a week but you had a rule. No kissing. Not yet. It felt like you had to rebuild your relationship from the ground up.

You were happier than you had been in so long. Bucky continued to show you how much he cared about you but it didn’t feel like he was trying to play a game with you as the prize. It genuinely felt like he just wanted to spend time with you in any capacity that you would allow.

Things were good. Until you got the call from Steve. An emergency mission. There wasn’t even time for you to all prep. He explained to you what was happening on the jet. 

It was a hard fight, each enemy stronger than the last. Your body was so filled with adrenaline that it took a second for you to realize where all of the blood dripping onto the ground was coming from. It was coming from your body. The bullet that had just found it’s way into your body.

You dropped to your knees, the world around you alredy growing blurry. You were losing a lot of blood and fast.

“Y/N!” Bucky ran faster than you’d ever seen. “Oh my god, Y/N! We need to get you to the jet right now. We can help you there, okay?” He spoke frantically.

“B-Bucky,” you gasped for air. “J-just hold my hand, okay?” You felt so tired. You just wanted to close your eyes.

“No. No keep your eyes open baby, okay? Keep them on me.” He grabbed your body off the ground and started to take you to the jet where Bruce was waiting to help out anyone who got injured. 

“I… love…you,” you spoke slowly. Your time was running out. “T-tell me you love me.”

Bucky shook his head. “I’ll tell you when we’re at home, okay? I’m gonna tell you the second we get out of here.” Of course he loved you. But he couldn’t say it here. If he said it right here right now, it felt like he was accepting that you were about to die out on the field.

“P-please,” you begged, fighting harder and harder to not let your eyes close.

“You’re gonna be okay. And you and me, we’re gonna have an amazing life okay? We’re not gonna waste time anymore. No more wasting time. We’re gonna have a beautiful wedding. We’re gonna adopt a bunch of cats just like you’ve always wanted. And we’re gonna travel the world together. That life is gonna be ours so you have to stay alive, okay?”

You weakly nodded. You had to fight for that life. He was right. You had wasted so much time. You saw the jet in the distance. If you could just make it, you could get help. That life he had described could be yours. 

“Never forget I love you,” you whispered weakly before the urge to close your eyes grew impossible to resist.

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[silli---lilli]

Sleepwalking

Simon and Johnny are alone on base and Simon sleepwalks, revealing some of his secrets

They were on mission, technically, but it had been a few days since they’d seen any action and from the info Price and Gaz had sent back from the field, it would be a few more.

Simon and Johnny had been alone in the small foreign barracks, and it was easy enough for them. No one on earth had said what both of them had been thinking. That it was just a little more than comradery, a little more than close friendship. Not even they had mentioned it as they crawled into the same bed. Not platonic, but not taking it too far. Leaving it questionably justifiable.

That particular night, however, they slept apart. Johnny knew why, but Simon would never have said it. His dreams often woke him on nights when the day before was particularly hard to wade through. Simon hated the quiet, and sitting on his hands, and he’d gotten lost in his mind again. So Johnny made sure he ate and gave him his space.

He walked through the base in darkness, making sure everything was locked up. Checking in again with Price. He eventually went and lay in his bed but he didn’t feel like sleep would find him any time soon. Something about that day with Ghost felt different. Not that it was unusual behavior in the Lieutenant, but that it felt different for Soap.

He’d always hated the way the man suffered, cringing at the dark stories of his past and marveling at the selflessness and kindness and forgiveness the man displayed in spite of it. He supposed these darker days were fair and called for in between the high energy, hyper-focused days they spent in the field.

But that day…meeting his eyes and hearing the lower, more tired register of his voice, Johnny realized how much the man meant to him. Really. Not just a crush or a respected superior. Johnny would have died for him long before feeling like this. This was a desperation to live, and for Simon to live, to exist in the world at the same time and in comfort and safety.

It made him think about quieter days off duty, and how relieved he was to have those days alone, and then suddenly, he didn’t want to have them alone at all.

He’d been in and out of sleep for a while when a noise caught his ear and he sat up, slowly to keep from making any noise. He could hear heavy feet and cabinets opening and closing. He wasn’t worried about intruders, he knew immediately that it was Ghost. He knew his footsteps.

Soap went and stood at his door, cracking it open. It was, however, strange that he was being so loud. Simon would never make that much noise knowing that Soap was in bed. He was notoriously careful to not disturb the others. Worried, Soap left his room and padded nearly silently down the hall.

Whatever Simon was doing, he hadn’t turned on any lights. As Soap neared, he could hear him speaking, every so often like he was having a conversation with someone. Sleepwalking. He’d mentioned it before, in passing, like a warning, and Soap hadn’t thought much of it. But he was thinking of it then and his heart clenched. He didn’t want Simon to suffer, and if nothing else it was completely humiliating to lose control of your body, even in sleep.

He neared the kitchen and Simon never looked in his direction. Never knew he was there. Soap stayed near the entrance to the hall, crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame. He knew he shouldn’t try to wake him. Not unless he was in danger. But Soap didn’t want to leave him alone, either.

“I told them I’d be back next Friday.” Simon took completely random items from the kitchen cabinet and carried them to a nearby table. “They never listen.”

He was quiet for a moment longer, stilling as though he were listening to the other person’s answer. Soap watched him, admiring how relaxed he looked.

“We should just drive together, yeah?”

Another pause. Still, he hadn’t acknowledged Soap’s existence.

“I can’t do everything for you, Tommy.” Simon’s voice was warm, almost affectionate. Soap was lost in that sound so it shocked him when Simon turned and faced him head on as though he’d known he was there the entire time. “You coming?”

Soap stayed completely still, knowing that even if Simon were in and out of consciousness it wouldn’t be good to scare or confuse him.

But Simon kept staring. “Come on, Tom, the food’s getting cold.” Soap still didn’t move and Simon shifted his weight on his feet, getting frustrated. “Today?”

Slowly, testing, Soap lowered his hands to his sides and straightened. He took one step forward and that seemed to satisfy Simon as he turned back toward the table and pulled out two chairs. Soap stopped again to see if Simon would move on with the dream, but he looked over his shoulder again to see if Soap was coming or not.

So, he went. Probably because he wasn’t sure what else to do, but a small part of him wanted to be whatever presence Simon was seeking.

“I haven’t seen them since I went to Mexico, Tommy.” Simon sighed. Soap just watched him, taking his seat and waiting for another cue. “I have so much to tell them.”

It was quiet for a moment, like Simon was listening again. Eventually he looked up, and Soap swore he looked directly into his eyes.

Soap stared back, searching their unusually unguarded depths. Simon wasn’t like this during the day. So open.

“Yes, but I can’t ask him to go with me.” He furrowed his brow slightly, quiet for another moment. “Because he’d say no, I think.”

“Who is it?” Soap heard himself ask and immediately bit his tongue so hard it hurt.

He could be there for Simon in that moment but he wasn’t going to take advantage of his state. But he watched, in darkness lit only by a few far off safety lights, a small smile across Simon’s face.

“He’s just a Sergeant.” He sat back, like he was proud of himself. “A scot, though, but I think I can overlook it.”

Soap felt butterflies roll in his stomach, mixed with emotion. His voice was quiet when he replied, unsure if Simon could hear him at all. “He’d go with you.”

Simon just nodded slowly, looking off into the distance. “He’d like you, Tommy. You’d get along.”

“I think you’re right.” Soap whispered. Simon was still looking into the distance but Soap was only looking at him.

He didn’t know what Simon thought he was talking with his brother about, but he was so casual, a simple conversation with someone he loved and trusted. Something he didn’t get to do often. But maybe, maybe Soap could give him a taste of that in his waking hours again. Maybe he wouldn’t have to go looking for it like this, in the middle of the night.

Simon stood and Soap blinked out of his own thoughts, watching him pick up what he’d carried to the table and haphazardly replacing them. Soap slowly stood to face him.

Simon just nodded and walked toward the hall Soap had come from. Soap followed him. A few steps down the hall, Simon turned and looked at him again.

“Maybe you should drive, then. I need to sleep.”

“Sure, Simon.” Soap answered, walking to catch up with him.

Simon’s room was the other direction. As they neared his, he reached for Simon’s arm and gently guided him inside.

Nothing else was said, Simon was still asleep, but he followed, and he climbed into bed behind whatever safe presence he’d felt in the middle of his vision.

Johnny wrapped him in his arms and held him there, still and warm, as he relaxed back into regular sleep. He clenched his eyes shut and willed himself to take every ounce of loneliness and deep, hollow sadness from the man he bent his body around.

Simon woke with his head on Johnny’s arm, the other draped over his waist. He hadn’t remembered seeking Johnny out the night before, but it didn’t surprise him. He’d gone to bed full of darkness and Johnny seemed to be the only presence on earth that could ease that. He should have followed him to bed in the first place.

He lay there a long time before the sun reached a decent height and Johnny stirred. Simon rolled over to face him. Blue eyes cracked, just barely. He laid a hand along Soap’s jaw and placed a single kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“Breakfast.” He stated. Soap’s eyes were wider but he didn’t fight him as he stood.

Someone had fucked up the kitchen cabinets. He’d have to have a chat about that with Soap later. He needed to have a chat with Soap about quite a bit. And instead of making him nervous, it settled warm in his middle, much like it felt waking pressed against him. He heard his Sergeant’s feet in the hall, footsteps he’d know anywhere, and smiled.

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[denzelhart]

His delighted star (2)

Summary: You couldn't sleep due to the last mission. To make it even worse, you had a training session in the morning, after a while you tried to go back to sleep. You have given up, which leads you to making coffee to stay away. That's when you meet Ghost and Soap there. Feels nice to have some company, right?

Warning: Swearing, some fluff?, mentions of death, Soap being the matchmaker (maybe), kinda rush, You have a friend name Tobas, Reader has no pronouns.

- C/n: Code name.

- L/n: Last name.

Wordcount: 1.6k

Note: This is a male reader fic but can be read as gender neutral! There might be some error grammar because English isn't my first language and this is my first time writing fic! Hope you enjoy!

Thank you for reading the last fic! I didn't think you guys would enjoyed that much ( ；∀；)

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male!reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

How much time has passed? You don’t even know anymore. 

It's now three in the morning, you couldn't have a good sleep or nap since that long ass mission, perhaps that's what you pay for sitting goddamn too long even though it weren't your fault.

To make it even worse, you have a training session with the team in the morning. Yet you're still here, eyes wide open, don't know when the sun will rise. You can try or even force yourself to go back to sleep so you won't fall asleep while doing the training, rolling back and forth or maybe counting to hundred will make you fall asleep, yeah it's a good idea. It's not.

What time is it now? Four fifteen, what have you been doing? You might be counted to a thousand or more. Even now, you can't sleep or even rest a bit. Although, your sleep schedule is so little, it didn't bother you much but it became a habit. 

A habit that isn't good for your health.

You got up from the bed after giving up on falling back to sleep, you decided to make coffee or tea to keep your eyes open while you can, maybe find some food in case you're hungry or just want something to chew in your mouth. Put on your hoodie since it'll be cold in the hallway at this time, begin to walk out your room along with go down the hallway in the base to find the kitchen in the darkness. 

Usually it'll always be packed with people walking around, chatting,.. That's only at noon, sometimes in the evening when they have finished their training, now it's only an empty hallway with a little light left turn on for anyone going to the bathroom.

Only a few more steps before you reach the kitchen, little walks like this calm your mind a bit. After a full week, stress out the amount of paperwork that you have to deal with, which has been given the last week. You wanted to finish for so long but you were uninterested in doing those, especially when you hated those boring papers the most. You just kept delaying until the deadline started coming. It always fuck up at the last moment but you already done with it. 

Kind of?

Price doesn't like it when you work half-heartedly. However, you still get your paper stuff done and that's out of the way. You're already in the kitchen while lost in those thoughts about paper works. You hate them, that's fine no one likes it anyways. 

Or maybe it's just you who hated doing paper stuff.

Walk over to the cabinets to find some coffee since it's already run out of tea bags. When you're busy making coffee, you don't notice another silhouette already in the room, looking at you. "Making coffee this early?" You startled, turn around only to see him.

Ghost.

"Ghost, you scared me." You smile and complain a bit, holding onto your cup while waiting for the kettle to boil. Seems like you aren't the only one who is awake. "Can't sleep?" His tired eyes looking at your figure. You shake your head. "No." Silent covers the whole kitchen, the only sound you can hear is the boiling kettle. "You want some coffee?" Didn't look at his direction, hand grabbing another cup knowing what the answer is but still asked him. "Sure." he said.

Hand move quickly making some coffee for the both of you, until you startle a bit by a hand on your back moving slowly up and down through the fabric of your hoodie like trying to give you some comfort after having trouble going back to sleep.

His hand was warm, it felt nice, relaxed and safe. Feeling someone's presence was there, giving you some or little affection after a hard time sleeping. Not just anyone can do that to you. Well, sometimes the team gives you some feeling of a loving family. Ghost sure is something else, the mysterious man with a skull face. You didn't expect him, the one who gives you these types of feelings is him, Simon. 

To get used to his affection and physical contact, it takes you a lot of time and effort to not get startled from Ghost's affection. Eventually you begin to like them, even it took you long enough to finally catch some feelings for your Lieutenant. No warning or a sign, it just calmly came to you.

But it wasn't any feelings, it was love.

The ways he shows you his affection make you feel like home. That’s why you love him, when he was around, you couldn't help yourself by looking at Ghost until he started catching your gaze. It's kinda funny how you try to grab his attention by staring at him.

Tobas was right, you do love him and it's bullshit to keep denying your feelings. Loving someone was hard and loving someone who has a job like you and him was even harder, especially when you both don't know when you're going to die in war. Maybe today the two of you still talk to each other normally, the next day the only thing left behind was a dog tag on the battlefield. It makes you afraid of opening for a new relationship.

Does someone like you deserve to be loved? You don’t know, maybe your father was right, maybe you didn’t deserve to be loved.

Pushing the feelings down is the only way to forget what he has done to you and the feelings you shouldn't have in order to maintain the relationship of a Lieutenant and a Sergeant.

"C/n, you good? You're awfully quiet today."

The voice just snaps you out of your thoughts, your hand still holding two cups of coffee, the warm hand still on your back to close off your distance between you and Ghost. "It's nothing, I just got tired, that's all." You gave him a smile. "Got something in your mind?" he asked, eyes still on the figure next to him. "Nah, maybe a bunch of numbers I counted just to go back to sleep." You lied but it seemed like it worked when you heard him chuckle.

Handing him the cup of coffee you just made, while taking a sip of your cup. "Here's your coffee." You looked at him. "Thanks" He takes a sip of the cup then takes his hand off your back. You kinda miss that warmth.

"No problem." You smile at him.

Other silence covers the room. "I'll be in my room if you need me anything." "Alright, see you at the training." You added, all you got back was the nod from the skull mask guy. Watching him walk out the kitchen, left you alone enjoying your coffee. Just when you think you're alone, a voice comes up.

"Enjoying morning coffee together?" Soap chuckled at the figure taking a sip of the cup. You didn't know Soap would get up this early in the morning so the first you greeted him was startled, again. "Gosh, you and Ghost are always startling me." You scolded at Soap. "Why me? you two always hang out with each other." He chuckled while checking on the refrigerator to look for some food. Feeling comfortable in each other's presence until..

"Everyone starts thinking you two were dating." He looks at you, closing the refrigerator after finding nothing inside. "Really? I thought these rumors already started a few months ago." You said while laughing a bit. "Yes it does, but you two can make the rumors come true tho." the Scottish teased. "I don't think so. If he does, it's just a temporary feeling or he might just be confused." You denied even though there is a smile on your face, stare down the cup that almost got empty.

"You do know that he already passed that kind of age, right?" He sighed. "Yes, I'm just looking for an excuse, am I..?" You blurted, feeling dumb for using that excuse to defend your feelings about him. "Yes, you are. And that's the dumbest excuse I have ever heard of." the other man laughed which made you embarrassed about it. Knowing you can't be denied anymore.

"Alright alright, I know you have feelings for Ghost. You don't have to hide it." Soap responded after laughing for a while. "What, how did you know?" You look at the Scottish man with a confused face. “Maybe the other didn’t notice but I saw the way you two look at each other. It's kinda obvious, C/n.” He said “And I might have asked your friend Tobas about how you feel with Ghost." He added. Goddamn it that fucker, always snitching on you "That fucker.." You mumbled. "But hey! Maybe you can ask him out for some drink." looking at the other figure putting down the cup on the counter.

"Don't know, mate. He might rejected me." You then turn around and wash the cup you just made coffee out of. "C'mon, I know him. I bet he won't turn down that sweet offer of yours." Soap pat on your shoulder and chuckled. While you're trying to wash the damn cup. "I'll consider it." You said jokingly "That's our mate!" he nudged your shoulder with a laugh. You just stand there, drying your hand. 

"Let's see how it goes, well I'll better get ready for the training. See ya later, Sergeant L/n." All you did was give him nod and the Scottish man left you with chuckled, walked out of the kitchen and leaving you alone. Again.

It's already five, still early for training so might as well get ready. Walking out of the kitchen to your room, knowing what you should do in the morning and Soap advice about Ghost making you more nervous then ever.

Until then, you need to do something with that fucker Tobas for snitching on you.

Let's see how it goes then.

To be continued..

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i. one time thing

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part ii. part iii.

1007 words

“she’s in the kitchen by the tequila.”

matty arches an eyebrow at george, staring pointedly at where his mixed drink is spilling over the rim of his glass onto his sweater. george gives him a wide smile, a slap on the back, and then – god help him – points at the kitchen.

he practically yells your name and matty resists the very real urge to murder his friend on the spot. “she is in the kitchen.”

“by the tequila, as you said,” matty manages through clenched teeth, taking the drink out of george's hand and downing it in one go, delighting in the frown that pinches his terribly drunk friend's face. he fights back a full-body shudder at whatever was in that glass. something fruity and horrible. “why are you shouting it at me?”

“because if you frown any harder, you might break something,” george responds merrily, taking matty's drink out of his hand in silent retribution. his good whisky, mind you, and an unfair trade if he’s ever seen one. “you’re bringing down the mood of the party, mate. go bother her.”

“i don’t want to bother her,” matty mutters, but his gaze travels to the kitchen all the same.

“go fetch another drink, then.”

“the drinks are in the kitchen.”

george stares at him as if he is the dumbest person on the planet, and perhaps he is. he certainly feels it with the way his best friend is looking at him. though for the life of him, he can’t imagine what george is implying with that stupid, all-knowing grin of his.

“imagine that,” he intones before slipping away, off to harass another, no doubt. matty waits a respectable three minutes and twenty-seven seconds before he steps towards the kitchen.

to get another drink, of course.

and that’s the rub of it. it isn’t to fetch another drink, and he does want to bother you. in fact, he wants to do a great deal more than bicker and banter and trade blows with you. now that the two of you have moved past the petty 'sworn enemy' phase that comes with the nature of your relationship, you being the little sister of one of his closest friends, he finds he quite likes your company. lately, he’s been craving it.

and he doesn’t quite know what to do with that.

he finds you in the kitchen, by the tequila, just as george said. but you are, of course, not as he expected.

he doesn’t know what he expected, but it certainly isn’t you half-balanced on top of the kitchen countertop, hand groping in the upper cabinets. and he certainly wasn’t expecting –

“what are you wearing?” he barks, a lick of heat curling up his spine. it’s – all he can see is skin – smooth and glowing and you – you don't even look away from what you're doing, balanced there. you just sigh noisily and reach to your left.

“i’m wearing clothes,” you mutter.

“i’d hardly call it that,” he replies under his breath, though to be fair, it’s not a scandalous outfit. he’s seen tighter and shorter and – strappier. but it feels like he’s staring at you in nothing but a negligee, the loose linen pants you're wearing still managing to hug the curve of your ass, the two dimples at the base of your spine mocking him. your spine is exposed by the crop of your shirt, the hem just barely skimming under your shoulder blades. you have a touch of bright, cobalt blue paint mid-way down your back and he wonders how it got there. were you stretching during a painting session? did you curl paint-stained fingers around your sides, over your curves, up your spine in a slow, languorous stretch, your arms rising above your head, your wild crop of hair dipping low between your shoulder blades, just barely brushing those damned dimples?

he’s jarred, aggressively, from his daydream by your jubilant shout, your body tumbling off the counter and crashing into his, a bottle of whisky – his bottle of whisky – clutched victoriously in your hand.

he frowns and you grin, all wide eyes and sharp cheekbones. you pop the cap with your teeth and he bites his tongue, merely holding his empty glass in front of your nose.

“you don’t like my shirt?” you pour him two fingers before pouring yourself three, chin tilted down to look at the clothing in question. god help him, the front is worse. the rise of your chest beneath the top, the way he can see the swell of your hips where it meets the brush of denim. “ross got it for me.”

he suddenly, violently, hates ross.

he doesn’t like feeling this way. out of sorts, as it were, in regards to you. he likes you well enough. likes how you always say what you mean and mean what you say, even if it’s a barb aimed at him. especially if it’s a barb aimed at him. you are real and true in a way most people are not, and it’s –

he just doesn’t know what to do with you.

or himself, to be quite honest.

you swallow down your whisky and pull absently on the hem of your shirt. 

“i told him it didn’t suit,” you mutter, embarrassed now, and he’s a damned fool. “nothing for it now, i suppose.” you boldly meet his gaze with a shrug and a forced grin, sipping at your drink. it’s a look he’s seen on your face countless times, and he hates that he’s the one to put it there.

“it does suit,” he manages, clearing his throat once when his voice comes out all garbled and twisted. you perk up a bit at that, looking pleased, and he feels about ten million feet tall. “you look lovely, but then you always do.”

“careful there, healy,” you grin up at him. “i might just think you like me.”

he returns your smile. “we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

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instead.

shuri.u x black reader

warnings: fluff, little angst, alcohol, weed, cheating?

a/n: lemme know if y’all want a part two!!

wct: 3.2k

chapter 1

as you walked inside, the strong aroma of weed not a unfamiliar smell in her home, the dark purple ambiance of shuri’s luxury apartment glared off of your skin, contrasting with your melanin. as you got closer to her kitchen, you could hear the soft sound of ekykah badu playing low in the background. you took a seat at her island, resting your head in your hands.

shuri knew the routine by now, making her way to her wine cabinet, grabbing the most expensive one and two wine glasses. after pouring herself a decent amount, she took yours and started with the same quantity. you looked up from the counter and then up at her.

she smirked and continued to pour, “that bad, huh?” she teased, and you couldn’t even blame her. this has happened a couple times before, not that shuri minded taking care of you, she just. . . wished it was for a different reason.

you sighed and began to chug down the red drink, attempting to drown your frustration in alcohol, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. this was one of those times it didn’t.

you placed the glass down with a clink, wiping your lip with your thumb before you finally spoke, “m’ sorry..” you let out breathlessly. the wakandan only chuckled and shook her head.

“it’s fine, entle. here, c’mon” she began walking to her living room, you trailing behind her like a small puppy.

“where’s your friend..” you asked as you made yourself at home on her couch, watching shuri’s slouched figure attentively as she lighted her pre-rolled blunt, sparking it, once, twice—

“riri? gone, she went to a convention for one of her projects. so it’s just me here for right now” you nodded, you had always wondered if shuri or riri ever engaged in anything while being more than friends. she brought the joint to her lips, inhaling the intoxicating air and holding it in. “you don’t have to talk about what happened if you don’t want to. you should know by now that i’m not going to force you” she broke the short silence, finally exhaling and passing the joint your way.

you have a small smile, taking the drug from her fingers and copying her same action. “it’s not that.. it’s just.. i don’t know. i feel like i’m overreacting about the whole situation.”

shuri didn’t speak, letting you get all your thoughts out into the air. you had this habit of keeping of all your thoughts in when in came to quinton, because to you, it never felt like he was ever really listening. shuri didn’t like that. so she promised to be your outlet, the one who could always talk to, and ever since then you’ve taken advantage of that opportunity to actually be heard for once. after a while of you and shuri starting with the small stuff, you never even tried to go to anyone else, not that you wanted to. shuri was perfect.

she was patient with you, attentive, caring, almost like she wanted to hear about your problems. each time you and shuri had one of your ‘talking sessions’ shuri felt her anger grow more and more at your sad excuse of a boyfriend. how could he treat someone so sweet and kind so horribly?

she couldn’t put all the fault on him though, well she could but— you were kind of responsible too. you were smart enough to see all the signs and red flags he was waving blatantly in your face. but damn your full and generous heart, you couldn’t help but still be loyal to him, no matter how much you fussed.

shuri hated that. you were too kind for your own good. he had no right to the heart that should’ve been hers. she could treat you so much better and she knows it. she just wish you did.

“shuri!”

the queen blinked, coming out of her thoughts. she hadn’t realized she had zoned out.

“shit.. i’m sorry y/n! i zoned out..” she apologized, rubbing at her temples. you gave her a sincere look and gently took the last bit of the dead blunt from her inked fingers. “what’s wrong, princess?”

normally, shuri would always correct people who incorrectly used her title, but hearing the name come from your lips. . she let it slide.

she turned to look at you, your big brown eyes staring back at her. she sighed and shook her head. bast what the hell was she doing?

“this isn’t supposed to be about me y/-“

“i know,” you cut her off, “but i want it to be. you’re always looking after me, i just. . wanna return the favor.”

the royal took her eyes off you and stared up at the ceiling. how was she supposed to tell her best friend that she had had a crush on her for over 3 years. how was she going to tell you that she had bottled her feelings up for so long because she didn’t want to lose you, so she let you slip from her fingers and into the hands of someone who doesn’t even know how to take care of you properly.

you rested your cheek on your arm that sat at the top of the sofa letting your eyes linger on her chiseled face for a little longer than you should’ve, “you look like you have a secret, something you wanna say but you just can’t for some reason” you smile, sort of in a joke, but shuri didn’t know you were playing around.

“shuri, you can tell me, you know you can tell me anything..”

she looked back at you, only loved filled in those deep dark eyes. she returned your declaration with a small smile, eye cutting down to the floor. you could see her smile fade and her head turned the other way.

“ri?” you asked softly

you watched her curly lashes come together as she blinked, rather slowly.

“i can’t..” she whispered

“you can’t what?”

“it won’t be the same.. i can’t lose you..”

“shuri, whats going on?”

“i can’t y/n!” she yells, the sudden change knocking you back a bit. she gets up from the couch and begins to pace.

“i can’t! i can’t tell you how long i’ve watched you be in a relationship with him, how long i’ve watched you be treated like shit, knowing i could treat you better! i can’t tell you how long i’ve been in love with you!” your jaw fell slack at her words. she had loved you? she’s in love with you?

your mouth opened and shut, trying so hard to let something—anything come out.

“shuri..” you choked

“i know, i know! i’m wrong for feeling this way but i can’t help it. i’m tired of being the one you always come to when that fuck says or does something hurtful to you,” she rubs her hands down her face. “i’m tired of being that friend y/n! i’m tired of being your friend. i don’t want to be your friend..”

“i wanted to be more than that. i still do. . but i know you don’t like me that way. that’s why i kept quiet, i forced myself to not say shit to you because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

you only stared at her, tears threatening to swell in your eyes.

“i just. . i couldn’t hold it in any longer, i’m sorry.”

your silence scared her. why the hell did she tell you that?! now you’re never going to want to see her again! she was already accepting defeat.

“i don’t know. . what to say” your voice cracked from the tears. you couldn’t believed she was containing this in for so long. you can’t say that you never felt something for the queen. but to you, she never showed any real interest in you in that sort of way.

“you don’t have to,” shuri replies, quickly wiping the single tear that fell down her cheek, “your face clothed and towel are in the bathroom, i’ll be in the room.” was the last thing she said before she walked out of the living room and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

instead.

there was so much you wanted to say to shuri, so much to let off your chest. how much you wanted to tell her how sorry you were for putting her through what you did, how long you’ve waited for her to say those words. how. . you loved her too.

you had feelings for shuri in the beginning, but it never seemed like she reciprocated them, you both went that entire time without ever putting out your feelings because of freight. maybe you should’ve said something. . maybe this all would’ve been different.

even though you had begun a relationship with quinton, you still wanted to have shuri around, that was still your best friend, no matter how much you loved her. but you never realized how much it hurt her to see you and him together. maybe it were those fake smiles she’d pull when you would have to cancel on your plans because he ‘needed you’, or how riri would tell you that shuri had decided not to go to a party you begged her to go to. when you would ask her why she wasn’t going she would tell you ‘oh, i wasn’t feeling well!’ or ‘had an errand to run’ or ‘just felt like staying home.’ but the real reason was because she knew he was going and she couldn’t bare to see you with him. she didn’t have the heart to tell you that though.

jesus, were you that oblivious?

you couldn’t deny that you hadn’t had a thought or two about you and shuri being together during your relationship with quinton. imagining how nice her arms would feel around you, having the chance to feel the warmth of her kisses, being able to play with her soft hair, getting to hear her laugh over and over, being the reason that she smiled, god that smile. .

you walked into shuri’s bedroom nice and fresh from the bathroom, only to find that she wasn’t there. you wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t want to talk to you. you stuffed your clothes in a split section of your bag then walked over to the bed, flopping onto the mattress. you let out a long sigh before the feeling of being alone irked you. you sat up and began to look for shuri, though that search didn’t last long.

you heard movement from her balcony and turned to that direction, seeing her sitting in a chair, staring into down at city. you walked to the doorway, trying your best to be quiet.

“i can hear you, y’know” she said, not bothering to look behind her. you gave up and made your way to sit beside her.

“are you okay?”

“are you okay?” you retorted, adding emphasis on ‘you’. you looked over at her just in time to see a smirk appear and disappear on her face. “it doesn’t matter”

“yes it does, shuri, don’t say that.”

she glanced at you, then back at the city, the building lighting reflecting off her perfect skin, highlighting her features, something you had always appreciated before. the tattoo the trailed down her neck, her diamond cut jawline, her high cheekbones. she had let her curls grow out a little, almost into a small fro since the last time you saw her.

you’ve always thought shuri was beautiful, but now, knowing how she feels about you, your admiration intensified.

“i do too.” you broke the silence

“do what?”

“. . love you”

shuri looked at you skeptically, “alright, y/n” she scoffed, turning her head away from you again.

“i’m being serious, shuri,” you grab her chin, forcing her to face you, “i. love. you.”

her eyes saddened as she stared at you, “then why didn’t you say anything. .” her voice cracked as she spoke

“you were the most honest, sweetest, reliable friend i ever had. i didn’t want to lose you either.” you finally let go of her face, hoping she’d still look at you. when you saw that you had her full undivided attention, you continued. “i love you shuri, and i’ve always wondered what it would be like to spend my life with you. i just didn’t know you felt the same.”

“i wanted you to be happy.”

“but i’m happier with you. .” you placed your hand on her cheek caressed the skin with your thumb.

“baby if you had told me all of this sooner, i would’ve chose you over q,” you could the slightest glint in her eyes and she knew you were telling the truth.

“you’ve always been there for me, and i’ve taken advantage of you all these years, at least let me make it up for this. .”

you both slowly drew closer to each other, lips just almost brushing each other before shuri pulled back.

“what about quinton?”

“after what he’s put me through, i couldn’t give two shits about how he feels.” you rested your hand on the back of shuri’s neck, and pushed her forward to close the gap.

you both moaned, the action of being deprived of this feel for so long had so many emotions coming out that neither of you could suppress.

shuri had always imagined how your lips would feel, soft and innocent, warm and honey-filled. it felt so refreshing.

you began to wrap your arms around her neck and she moved you to straddle her lap, holding you by your hips.

“i’m sorry for making you wait this long, princess, lemme’ make it up to you, please” you begged through her kisses, letting your hand slide under her tank top and your fresh set scratch along her abs.

instead.

“baby, that tickles!” your giggles erupted throughout the bathroom as shuri kissed along your neck.

after your little 'session', shuri decided it was best for you both to take a bath, which you didn't disagree on. so now here you both were soaking in the corner tub of her bathroom, bubbles filling in the leftover space you and her haven't taken up.

"mm mm," she replied as she continued her kisses behind your ear, occasionally nibbling on the lobe. "i've waited too long to have you in my arms entle, at least let me kiss you"

"yeah, i do owe you that, don't i?" she smiled against your skin as you place your hand on the side of her face.

after you two got out and dried yourselves, shuri led you to the bed, insisting that she puts your lotion on you after you attempted to do it yourself.

you were now laid on your back while shuri lathered her hands in your lotion. she began at your legs. she made her way up from your ankles to your calves to your thick thighs. you couldn't help but blush at the act.

she then moved her way up to your soft stomach. she would occasionally leave small kisses against you as she did so. she smiled at the giggle that came from your lips, watching your pretty teeth make their appearance.

“you’re beautiful y/n.” she stated simply. a dark hue formed against your skin and she planted a kiss on your nose.

once she was done she helped you put on your pajamas and you were both now laying in the bed, cuddling against each other as close as you could.

as you laid your head against her chest, listened to the faint sound of her heartbeat all you could think was: this was all you wanted; somebody to love you, take care of you, hold you. shuri gave you that, she always has, you just hadn’t realized it because you were so busy caught up in your own junk. and that made you feel guilty.

you sighed and nuzzled your face deeper in her, “i wish i would’ve told you how i felt sooner. that way we both wouldn’t have felt so miserable all these years.”

“me too..”

“all this time i’ve been wasting these years with him, when i could’ve been with you.”

shuri sat both of you up, where you were straddling her lap while she laid back against the headboard. "i know, my love, i've hated it too. but now i finally have you, and i promise i'm never going to let you go. i'm going to do all the things that he never did."

her declaration brought tears to your eyes. you smiled pecked her on the lips three times, holding her face in your hands. once you both pulled away you nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck and she wrapped her arms around you.

"i meant it when i said 'i love you' y/n" you heard her say before she kissed the top of your head.

". . i love you too shuri." she said.

instead.

after packing your things back and kissing shuri goodbye you drove back to yours and quinton's apartment. as soon as you walked through the door, you were bombarded with questions.

"baby? where you been? never mind—look i'm sorry, i just—" he stumbled on his words

"it's fine." your words took him aback. it was never that easy for you to forgive him. normally it took a lot of pleading and convincing.

"uh.. really?"

"yeah, i'm cool. and you were right, i shouldn't have overreacted."

quinton watched you in confusion as you walked past him and into your bedroom, beginning to change into something more comfortable.

"so. . you sure you're not mad?" he asks again, your sudden nice behavior scaring him.

"yeah? i'm fine, swear." you tell him once again. after hearing nothing coming from him after that you turned around, seeing he was still staring at you, "what?"

"nothin', i'm just. . surprised is all."

"why's that?"

"well i mean normally you'd stay mad at me for at least a week.." he started

"i know, and that was wrong of me."

he didn't say anything and turned around to go into the living room, leaving you in the bedroom. once you heard him turn the tv on, knowing he was distracted, you reached for your phone to call shuri.

as you tried your best to have your conversation quietly, quinton tried his best to listen to you from the other side of the door. the only words he could make out were 'date', 'baby', and 'i love you'.

who the hell were you talking to?

"okay, bye" he heard you giggle from the other side and quickly crept his way back to the couch.

he smiled at you nonchalantly, as if he wasn't just trying to be a fly on the wall—door.

you plopped down on the couch next to him, "whatchu' watching?" you asked, laying your head on his shoulder.

". . just the saint and falcons game.. i know you don't watch football so you dont—"

"no, it's fine!" you smiled.

"uh—ight.."

what happened while to you while you were gone?

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Losing Game

(2/4)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Rating: Mature / Angst 

TW: Mental Health

Words: 1,000+

Summary: Bryce comes back from visiting his father in prison. Though he didn’t tell Luna. Will things work out between them? Or will they drift further apart?

A/N: If you haven’t read the first part you can catch up on Part 1 here

Sidenote: If you want to listen to some music, I got you I created a list on Spotify for all four parts. Here’s the list for Part 2 🥰

Bryce

I parked the car in the garage and shut off the engine. I got out and felt the night air surrounding me.

It’s so much quieter now that the engine is off. Only the sound of the ocean and cicadas can be heard.

When I walked out I could hear Luna in the kitchen singing along to a song on the radio. It’s from the eighties I think.

When she heard me come in, her whole face transformed into a beautiful smile. Her blue-green eyes lit up like the stars. I hate that those starlit eyes will go out.

”Hey handsome I’ve missed you,“ Luna walked towards me and leaned against my chest smiling at me.

I smiled but it didn’t reach my eyes.

Her smile dimmed and she looked at me. She scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion.

But I just needed a minute to settle down. I opened the cabinet where we kept the strong stuff.

I opened a bottle of scotch. A gift from Ethan and Hayley. Who knew this is exactly what I need right now? And pour myself a drink.

I knocked it back like it was water and poured another round.

”B what’s wrong? You’re scaring me a little,“ she pulled her pink sweater closer around herself.

”I went to see my dad,“ I took a sip of my second glass of scotch.

There’s pain and confusion in her eyes. I hate seeing it there. She straightened her shoulders and looked me square in the eyes.

”What? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve gone with you!“ She said, coming closer. She put the glass out of my hands and placed it on the kitchen table.

”This is something I needed to do on my own. I just didn’t want anyone to come with me, since I didn’t even know if I’d have the guts to go inside,“ I admitted.

”B no one and I repeat no one would have judged you,“ her voice getting soft.

I sighed in frustration.

”Don’t you get it? I wanted to go alone…I…“ I ran out of words and shoved my hands through my hair.

I’d rather throw my glass against the wall, to see it shatter, like my heart is shattering right now. I sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Luna sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. Her hands were placed over her stomach.

And I felt like even more of an asshole. I didn’t want to add any kind of stress to her. But damn it if my emotions aren’t a raging tornado inside my chest.

”I didn’t mean to keep it a secret. I needed answers. Peace. Solace. Closure. I needed something,“ I said and I could tell Lunes was mad and disappointed in me. Her eyes display everything.

”I’m just sad you didn’t tell me, Bryce. I’d be the last person to judge you. I love you. We’re getting married. We’re having twins for god's sake. I feel like you excluded me and that hurts,“ she breathed hard and I could see her pulse kick up.

The vein at her neck throbbed. Meilani is already worried about Lunes' pregnancy and wants her to be more careful and avoid any stressful situations.

I let out a breath I was holding in and sat next to her.

”I didn’t mean to hurt you. But I know how much you’d want my parents at our wedding and in our children’s lives. I tried getting some closure for myself. I wanted to get a feel for what they’re like now! I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea about them. Like some fairy tale,“ I said it and instantly regretted it.

She snorted.

”Look if you don’t want them in our lives, okay fine. But don’t treat me like an idiot. I might be blonde but I’m not stupid. I can form my own opinion. Thank you very much. You’ve kept it pretty close to what your parents have done, and that’s your right. But sometimes it feels like I don’t know you or at least not everything. Sometimes it feels like I’m on the outside looking in,“ her voice getting smaller by the second.

I wish she’d scream at me or throw things. This quietness is almost unbearable. It’s killing me. It’s different. Seeing her this quiet isn’t something I’m used to seeing.

I want to reach out my hand and touch her, but I let my hand fall to the side. I don’t think she’d welcome my touch right now.

I breathe out just to have something to do.

This is our first real fight. And so close to the wedding too.

God, what a mess I created. I reached for the glass with the drink.

And take a sip. Feeling the alcohol burn down my throat. Exactly what I needed.

”Lunes…“ I started.

She stopped me.

”Don‘t. I get that this is very personal and it’s painful to talk about. But you could’ve told me. I would’ve respected it if you said you’d want to go alone. But not saying anything? And then just drop that bomb on me? Not fucking cool Bryce!“

I sigh and put my head in my hands. She’s saying my full name instead of B. Which tells me she’s pissed and she has every right to be.

It will take some time for Luna to forgive me and get over the fact that I lied.

”I don’t even know why we’re fighting about this,“ I said and she didn't say anything to that.

”We’re fighting because we don’t keep secrets from each other Bryce. Yes, our relationship isn’t perfect. But you’re usually not a liar Bryce.“

I flinched as if she slapped me and didn't respond to her. We’re both raw from the words we exchanged. Feeling every single quiet and soft whisper, and it’s like a blow to my body.

She sighs.

”I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that. I’m mad and sad…pregnancy hormones suck.“

We both smile at each other, but then we get serious again. We both look away. The distance between us grew by the second.

Luna fumbled with her hair and I stared off into space not sure what to say.

A lump formed in my throat again, making it difficult to swallow past it.

”I get it. It was an asshole move. But I didn’t know what to do,“ I say, my voice almost breaking at that.

Luna's face crumbled at the pain in my voice.

”Oh B,“ she murmured and I leaned on her shoulder and cried again.

She held me tight until I leaned my forehead onto her shoulder.

”Your sweater is all wet,“ my voice gruff as I wiped away some tears.

She waved me off.

”I don’t give a rat's ass about my sweater. What I do care about is you,“ she cupped my face into her hands and gave me a gentle kiss. One full of emotions. What she couldn’t say with words, she conveyed with her kiss.

When we broke apart I could see that some traces of pain were left in her beautiful blue-green eyes.

Reminding me that I was the one who put that pain there. I hung my head in shame.

”I didn’t mean to blindside you like that Lu,“ I whisper.

She sighed against me.

”I know. It hurt me and I guess…I’ll need some time to get over it. I can understand why you did it, but I’m hurt you didn’t tell me,“ she said.

I looked up at her.

”What now?“ I asked her. Completely baffled. I have no idea what to say to that.

She shrugged, distancing herself from me. Not just physically but emotionally as well, which hurt more than if she flung any objects or words at me.

I’ve never felt more apart from her than now. As if I tried to grasp her hand and it slipped out of reach.

Luna rubbed her head.

”I don’t know B. Maybe we should just go to sleep?“ She asked hesitantly as if not sure where we stood.

I nodded. Nothing is resolved. But I couldn’t be alone. Not tonight.

As much as I craved space from everyone and anyone, I’m still selfish because I wanted her next to me.

To feel her soft skin beneath my palms. To caress her body.

We walked upstairs. The whole room was tense. We silently got into our sleep attire.

Lunes put one of my Stanford t-shirts on, the ones she used as a sleep shirt, as I got in some sleep shorts resting low on my hips.

Sliding the comforter aside we got into bed. The ceiling fan was on full blast.

Even though we’re still unsure of the whole situation. One thing is for sure. Our love is still strong and it won’t die.

Later in the night, I woke up to find Luna snuggled into my side. Clutching my hand close to her cheek.

I smiled down at her. Trying to extract my hand to envelop her in my arms. She stirred slightly and saw how she was clutching my hand close to her.

”Sorry I…“ she tried to scoot away.

But I don‘t let her.

”Lunes. No matter what happens my love for you is never in doubt,“ I pulled her closer.

I felt her nod more than I could see it.

We held hands and fell asleep. We still have ways to go, but I know we’ll be alright.

#Losing Game #Part 2 / 4 #Bryce Lahela #Luna Auclair #open heart #cfwc

[leeizzy]

Roy hates rainy days. It's not only because of his fucked knee. No. Roy's been hating those days with every part of his aging body. Ankle, muscles, headache, even the one joint on his right fucking pinkie. He hates those days, when they remind him the fact he is pushing forty.

"What do you want, grandad?"

Roy growls through his teeth.

"A fucking fucked Precious Moments collection figurine."

Nothing personal, really. That one little prick has always been the sort of shameless in the most annoying way. Jamie Tartt frustrates him. With his messy hair, glistening skin and sparkly fiery eyes under the rain and frail sunlight. On and off the field, he reminds Roy of something he can't shake. So yeah, maybe it's a bit personal. And bitter.

~~~

Roy hates rainy days, when clothes smell moldy and trainers are ruined faster. Even he has money now to afford a cabinet of fancy water resistant ones. Still a bitch to clean all the dirt and mud though. He thinks to himself, watching Jamie wipes sweat off his face and isn't it just the pinkest shade of pink.

"What's next, coach?"

"Breakfast. Rain's getting heavy." 

His knee has been telling him to hurry up already. 

"We'll have about 10 minutes to reach my place before..."

"Roy! Please don't take this the wrong way, but I think I might throw up now."

Jamie puffs and clutches at his arm, trying to stand straight, with both hands clinging to Roy. They stands still when a bunch of kids running by, splashing water in an enormous puddle on their trainers. The warmth on his elbow is comforting, strangely, soothing his ache from cold air that rain always brings.

~~~

"Sorry. I don't know where else to go."

Roy has thought he was drowning, the moment he opened his door to a bruised and bleeding Jamie Tartt at 2 in the morning.

Jamie sits in Roy's kitchen, in his night trackie, oversized t-shirt, messy walnut hair and hands bundled up in his niece's dragon blankie. No word has come out since he walked through the door. Every thing feels so wrong, when Jamie is anything but a cocky mouthy little bubbly golden retriever. It makes Roy sick in some way. As if nothing makes sense and the world is spinning out of his callous hands. 

There'd always one or two kids, every year, through out his days in the academy. Jamie doesn't want to say and Roy doesn't need to ask. He knows the kind of scar you'd have from a beating like those. He sees it in Jamie, the same eyes he still haves, facing his own shitty parent, even though any one of them is no longer a defenseless child. Different excuses, but the stories are still the same. He cleans up the cut on Jamie's cheek in silence, with all the calm and softness that he can muster in himself.

"I don't mean to bother..."

"There's a couch in the living room. A bed in the guest room." - and some space on my bed, - "Pick one, Jamie."

Rain is tapping gently on his window. And Roy can't seem to sleep. He keeps waking up from a nightmare, or perhaps a long buried memory, that there was screaming and banging out of his bedroom door, the sounds of gentle rain, rumbling thunders and someone's distant crying.

Roy stares at the wall that restless night, thinking about Jamie's sleeping in a room downstairs across the hall.

~~~

Roy hates the rain. 

It's like Pavlovian or some shit. It worries Roy, whenever he senses the cold and the smell in the air. His heart drums a loud and steady rhythm, expecting, but dreads a knocking sound that could come on his front door. 

"You're still welcome when the sun is still up in the sky, you know."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Even when I'm not beaten or soaking wet or drunk?"

"Yes, you prick."

I'm so fucking sorry. That's what he's been trying to say all this time, after one particular night outside the kebab place, at arse crack hour in the morning, fighting over some stupid thing.

Roy tosses Jamie a towel, turning away, because he's definitely not ogling at him and those glassy eyes, or fighting the urge to wrap Jamie up in said towel himself. The rain is making him shiver. 

"Don't want to come knocking only to find out that you're not home, coach."

"I really doubt that, Jamie." 

He always looks so young and fragile, standing like this on his doorsteps. Every fucking time. Soft light dances on Jamie's skin and Roy lets out a breath, knowing the baby prince (of pricks) is not bleeding or hurt anywhere, in any way. His trendy white shirt is almost see through, hugging him tightly, that sends some kind of jealousy to Roy's mind.

"What? So no fun night, ever, with some lucky lady, sharing a bottle of wine?"

"Are we talking about you or me?"

The familiar voice follows him inside, kicks off their private little dance. Roy turns on the stove. This is usually the moment Jamie would ask for tea and he would hand him a glass of warm milk.

"Aw. You'll make such a good house wife."

"Yeah yeah. It's just fucking work and groceries, and home for a wrinkly old spouse like me." - Roy doesn't mention almost every waking moment training and caring for a rising fragile footballer, of course.

Jamie fills the space with laughter. It feels nice, having him here, knowing he is safe. Roy contemplates, relaxing in the heat that is spreading from where their knees touch under the kitchen counter.

"You know. I used to have a poster of you on my wall."

"I know. I saw it. And you still."

Jamie smirks, throwing a tissue at him.

"Do you what I do when I look at it?"

"I don't know, draw on it?"

Roy slips off his chair, gets on his good knee to pick up the tissue and ask himself, exactly what he had let Jamie done to him. So many things, apparently. Curse? Decorative wall paper? Throw darts at it? At his heart? The possibilities are endless considering how far their relationship has come. 

"Nah. I would never ruin my mom's gift." - Jamie plops down the floor right in his face. - "Always want to do this more."

All his answers are out the window, the moment Jamie put a kiss on his lips. It was soft, in the most painful manner, but planted with bravery and hope, just on the corner of his mouth. Roy ends up staring at those blue grey eyes. They are screaming in his silent home, that 'this is it, either a penny or a fucking pound'.

He manages to look strong even when terrified. Fucking bastard, and his drunken careless bravado. There's no whiff of alcohol on him. Good. Neither of them makes a sound. So Roy can't help teasing him just a bit, letting Jamie's brain goes into panic mode with frantic scrambling and rambling. 

"Right. Um. Well, yah know, If you want to punch me now, or figuring out a way to let me down easily, I just want you to know that I respect you. Always been. And I lo- Ah... I'll be gone, no-, in a..."

Roy shuts him up with a proper kiss this time. Under his kitchen counter, Jamie's smiling silly on his lips, beaming brightly like a gorgeous sun.

Roy still hates the rain, though. Not that much, mind you. But maybe, secretly, he loves what it has brought him, sometimes.

*Inspired by this fic 'Fragile' - by gingerwren

#roy kent x jamie tartt #fanart #pencil drawing #roy kent #jamie tartt #brett goldstein #phil dunster #roy x jamie #jamieroy #fic rec #ted lasso fanfic #royjamie #jamie x roy

[husbandhoshi]

[2:01]

“can’t sleep?”

you would say your roommate just standing there in the dim light of the kitchen counts as a jumpscare, but he looks too good for that.

“no,” you sigh. “we gotta stop meeting like this, you know.”

it’s a relief when doyoung smiles at your admittedly lame joke, but for some reason, there’s a tension in the air you can’t explain. it hangs off him like a wet towel, fills your lungs deep and heavy.

“you want tea? peppermint?”

you nod, ignoring the fact that he already knows your usual.

you moved in just two weeks ago—your previous housing plans fell through, and lo and behold, your brother’s best friend happened to have a spare bedroom.

unfortunately, your brother’s best friend also happens to be the guy you’ve had a crush on for approximately three years and two months, not counting the time you went to college and reminded yourself that other men do, in fact, exist.

now he’s big and tall and is a history grad student, and you actually considered splitting taeyong’s closet-sized studio with him instead of living in your own personal hell.

worse, it’s the fifth time this week that you’ve had these multi hour past-midnight conversations. yesterday it was wheat thins and existentialism, and the day before it was the ethics of the angry birds movie. you hate that he’s smart because it makes him that much hotter.

“you should really fix that sleep schedule of yours,” he says in that very doyoung way of his, pretty lips pursed with concern.

he hands you a mug, one that you very deftly note is one of his, even though you have plenty of your own. this is the kind of thing you read into when you have the most gut-wrenchingly stupid thing for a guy you will never pull.

“as if you have a better one.” you pick up the fat book he’s left on the counter—the history of the decline and fall of the roman empire—and admire the neat walls of post-its lining the pages. “what are you doing up?”

doyoung settles next to you, leaned up against the counter looking like some hot librarian with his specs, and you hand him the book with a weak hand.

your shoulders touch, and you notice he smells like pine.

“studying,” he admits. he takes a sip from his own mug (earl gray because it’s caffeinated). “and then i wondered if i would find you out here again, going through the cabinets like some kind of raccoon.”

he puts the book down, and you have the feeling that it is not a studying kind of night.

“it’s not my fault i don’t understand the weird marie kondo way you organized your pantry. who the hell puts the cereal in the bottom cabinet,” you tease, finding that you love the way his mouth folds up when he gets embarrassed.

“it’s a work in progress.”

he smiles and then you smile and then you look down at your cup and watch the little tea bag bob up and down because you can’t bear to make eye contact for another second.

“i—,” doyoung starts, clearly trying to find words, anything to say.

you turn to face him once more, choosing to not perceive the fact that he’s looking at you, that he’s been looking at you, almost like he can see through the big, linty sweatshirt you have on.

his eyes draw you in; it’s a cruelly magnetic force that pulls you to him until you’re toe to toe and you can swear your heartbeat is so fast and hard that you can feel it in the air.

it’s that same force that washes over you, fills you with a boldness unknown to you. and you do what the you of years ago couldn’t dare to do—you bring your lips to those perfect ones of his, and you kiss him.

his body tenses against yours, and you’re now confident that you’ve supremely fucked up. but then he places his mug on the counter and pulls back, only to kiss you again, slow and romantic, like he means it.

“thank god,” he says, half whisper because you’re still on him, and you’re glad it’s dark because you are most likely the color of a ripe tomato.

“i—i didn’t know,” you manage to squeak out, so close to him you can see your reflection in his glasses. you can’t help but look back down at his lips, so unfairly soft and inviting, and how they’re now glossy with you. “i wasn’t sure.”

“neither did i,” he laughs, and it’s almost like you can see the dignity flood back into his body, because he then follows it with, “i should’ve asked you on a date first, huh? or at least—”

“please shut up and kiss me again.”

he does.

#this is for you doyoung anon #sorry this is like so long and rambly and nothing happens #anyway. 🧍 #mine #doyoung #nct #doyoung x reader

[grape-writes]

Adjusting to Frustrating Realities

A/N: Ah!!! I'm not as happy with how this pne turned out as i was the first chapter, but it's kind of a filler chapter, sorry

Masterlist

Warnings: Ocean content, there's a chase scene, cursing. [To be added to]

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[Day 12]  

Yvette was beginning to hate the previous squads with a burning passion. Not only did they leave the place a god's damn mess, but they locked just about every door. Even the door to the reactor! Why would you lock the door to the main power source in the entire base!!!  

It took her a full week of scavenging through messy rooms, forcing doors open with a crowbar she found in the storage room, just to find the key to the reactor and laboratory. Only to then realize she could have just pried the door open with said crowbar in the first place.  

Speaking of, they left their rooms horribly kept, furniture tossed around, scattered clothes out of their drawers. They were in a hurry and did not care how they left the place. At least the kitchen and the bathrooms were clean, mostly; the messiest was mirrors that had been left open and items within the cabinets tossed about as they searched for supplies.  

And don’t get her started on their lack of care when setting up the underwater cameras connected to the base.  

Not only were those flimsily installed (and she's not even a mechanic, it's just obvious), but they were exposed! On an alien planet with obviously sentient, and clearly very intelligent, life! That’s just asking for them to be tampered with! And they were! Several times! At least, according to the various files Yvette was able to download from the terminal and uploaded onto one of the data pads. 

Well, 'pad' was a stretch; it was a band that wrapped around the forearm and locked in place with a latch. FazTech had made it usable regardless of dominant arm, with the screen on the center turning depending on how you set it up. There were no buttons attached to the outer edge of the device, it was purely a touch pad; this made it easy to wear on either arm, but it was still a loss for when the thing inevitably doesn’t turn on by touching it. 

And goodness did the previous squads leave dozens upon dozens of files to sift through.    

Most of the camera feed had been tampered with; an animal hitting one offline (both purposeful and accidental), and by someone… deleting the files. The records connected to various files show a, 'David Miller' as the one responsible. It seemed he quickly deleted as much camera feed as he could about the same time they received the distress signal.  

That name again… something about it made her stomach churn.  

The other files were field work from the marine biologist and engineers; loose photos of the strange creatures that inhabited the planet, broken equipment, the other members of the squads interacting with various marine life, weird plants. There were even a few photos of Sun sprinkled in, often physically interacting with the members; it kind of reminded her of those photos of sharks cuddling with divers.  

There were even photos of Sun playing with... children. Two of them, a dark-haired little girl with the brightest green eyes and a dark-haired girl with pigtails and blue eyes; the files only named one, Charlotte, but never specified which one that was. There weren’t many photos, mostly of an adult monitoring Sun as he interacted with the two, a few of the images came with notes from the photographer about how the playdates went.  

And hey, Sun scored well in the eyes of the adults, good for him.  

What weren't photos were text files of information the group had gathered from their time in the area. Most of it was firsthand accounts of experiences and how they survived. Often it was an experiment, testing what could and could not be eaten or touched safely. Though the most concerning part was the various members of the squads getting a strange skin itch. The files on it were... hauntingly deleted. 

The text files provided a great deal of help when she would eventually have to leave the base to get food or supplies.  

Plus, it also informed her that Sun was venomous. Apparently one of the members, the navigator, had accidentally startled the Mer. They ended up pricking their hand on one of his spines, one along his back (that he apparently had?), and whatever was in the venom made them… euphoric? Giggling at everything, running around in sudden bursts of energy.  

Whatever it was, had made Sun so startled, he disappeared for a week and returned with a shell as an apology; he refused to elaborate and avoided the navigator if he could. Poor bud.  

A part of Yvette was glad they documented almost everything around them, but she was mostly annoyed at the sheer magnitude of what she had to look through. At the very least they organized everything into folders she could just press on at the top of the data pads screen.  

A surprising find amongst the scores of files, was in the same folder Sun was in, multiple other Mer listed right alongside the bright yellow Merman. Siren? It seemed not even the previous squads knew what to call them, simply titling the folder ‘mermaids’ and calling it a day.  

The most notable of the other Mer, was a deep blue beast of a creature, with lighter coloring around half their face and torso. They were lankier than Sun, tail ending with a fin reminiscent of a shark's tailfin, and clearly nocturnal. Their eyes were often dark pools with a red pinprick for a pupil, though on rare occasions they caught them as pure red with a white pupil instead.  

On the back of its head appeared to be a lure-like appendage that ended in a bulb, it was speckled with bioluminescent dots, as was their tail. When it was photographed from a distance, it was often in some underwater cavern, where the Mer glew beautifully in the dark. Though other photos didn’t include this glow, which could mean they had a level of control over their bioluminescence.  

Yvette had seen this Mer before, stalking her outside of her window at night. They weren’t very brightly lit, glow toned down to a simmer; possibly as to not startle her further than they had... Wait, no. They were trying to scare her regardless, especially considering their cackling and grin.  

Regardless, most of the photos of this Mer were either partial pictures, blurry, or photos taken with the flash to catch the poor thing off guard. There weren’t many photos, but the ones they had in the files were mostly dark, with only two or three where flash was used to capture the Mer’s image.  

Within the text files, there were a few encounters with the Mer, dubbed ‘Moon’ by the captain's right-hand man, mostly involving said right-hand man. Apparently, the Mer would stalk the windows at night, specifically the one that became Yvette’s room, and he wouldn’t leave until either a curtain was closed or the person within went to bed.  

 There was only one other Mer in the folder, no photos and only one encounter, and by the physical description, this one was bigger than the other two. One of the squad members had gone too deep into an underwater cave and the beast jumped at them. The account was vague, something about a haunting song in the dark and flickering lights; then they were being pulled up into the base by a confused engineer and concerned medic. The file was partially scrubbed and didn’t provide much of a description beyond ‘big’ and ‘toothy’. 

Most of the files related to this other Mer had been scrubbed, with a note on the folder that it had been ‘deleted by admin’. Which was honestly bizarre coming from a place like this, where no FazTech higher ups would dare step foot.  

Looking through files was... exhausting.  

The door to the docking bay opening broke Yvette from her mental debate on what she should focus on first, followed by a familiar chirp. Sun had opened the door, again. He'd realized she would get up to investigate when the door would loudly slide open and would do it occasionally when she hadn’t seen him that day yet.  

Or even when he had, but he decided she was spending too much time inside.  

 This instance was a case of the former, she’d ended up spending all morning going through files in the lounge, casually laying against the couch as she ate a ration bar. And clearly the yellow Mer was feeling left out, must’ve been waiting by the entrance of the cave for her to swim down.  

With a lazy huff, Yvette pushed herself off the couch and hurried towards the docking bay. She was suddenly glad she’d put on most of her gear before she decided to go through file after file, so all she had to do was slip the flippers onto her feet and mask over her face.  

Sun was where she thought he’d be, claws nervously tapping at the metal platform as he waited for her to arrive and pay attention to him. At least, that was what she could only assume he did this for, attention. He was like a dog at times, a gold retriever in fish form. She was far too endeared to really be annoyed for very long.  

The sound of her walking along the metal platform, flippers in hand, made Sun perk up. His chirp of greeting as loud as he could make it, “Shooting Star!!”  

 With a lighthearted eye roll, she sat onto the platform to fix her flippers onto her feet, form well within arm's reach for the much larger Sun, “Sunny, mornin’.” 

The Mer watched her slip the fins on with an awed look, “What... were you doing? Been here all morning.”  

Yvette softly groaned, adjusting the mask tighter onto her face, “Looking through what they left me.”  

“Bad?” Sun offered both the word and his hand to help her into the water, which she happily took. 

“...No, just... incomplete. Someone removed some of it before they left.” Yvette scowled as the water consumed her form. The water was becoming less and less... tingly every time she entered it. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but it felt less uncomfortable to swim in.  

Yvette wasn’t worried about not being able to hear Sun under the water; her mask was equipped with ear coverings that could (somehow) detect sounds beneath the waves. That, and there was a little speaker to allow Sun to hear her. These were typically used by groups of divers to communicate with each other back on Earth, but it’d do here.  

The corners of Suns mouth shifted downwards into a frown, opening briefly to reveal his teeth before he spoke, “That... does not sound like them... most of them...”  

“It was done by a man named David apparently, or his profile was used to clear everything.” Yvette offered as they slipped out of the cave and into the open water, schools of fish scattering when they swam into them.  

 Sun’s nose crinkled at the name. “Dave? Is that what... they called?”  

“Yes, Dave is a nickname for David.” Yvette confirmed, sighing, “Sounds like a real piece of work, if you ask me.”  

The two slipped down into the ravine, idly swimming amongst the brightly colored plants and scattering fish. Yvette didn’t really have much of a goal for the day, maybe trying to fix some of the cameras, but most of that was out of her expertise. This conversation was good for stalling until she had to work on fixing the mess left for her.  

“Dave... was not nice.” Sun confirmed, gliding in the water over Yvette to direct their path ahead, “Said... mean things to me and the guppies. Big-one's never... believed us when we told them.”  

“Weird... But not surprising. Adults tend to disregard things kids say a lot of the time, especially when they say an adult is acting weird.” Yvette began to ramble, tapping at her data pads screen with a huff, “because oh, ‘what do kids know’ and ‘they could be lying’. Morons.”  

Suns bubble of laughter at Yvette’s mockery of the adults she was upset with broke her from her anger. It was light, backed by a chirping sound, and it was loud on her ears; fitting for a colorful, friendly, being such as himself. It made the fire in her chest simmer into a comforting warmth.  

“Silly.” Was Suns only response to her rant, flicking a claw at her mask. It bounced off the protected layer, much to his disappointment.   

It seemed Sun liked being able to poke at her skin; the number of times he’d play with Yvette’s bare hands or poke and prod at her face when she’d remove her mask, was already more than she could count. The previous squads probably didn’t let him get this close often, safety concerns; that or he was just endlessly fascinated by humans. Or maybe he was just physically affectionate, like a dog?  

Gah, she should really stop comparing him to a dog. 

With an amused eye roll, Yvette swam ahead to match his stride, “I’m silly, or the adults are? Wait, I am an adult. Fu- ahem, Frick.”  

Sun’s grin widened, and his laughter can be heard in his voice as he spoke, “You! Silly words!” 

“What? You mean me doing the ‘dumb adult voice’?” Yvette did the voice for affect, chuckling to herself at it. Or maybe Suns laughter was just contagious.  

“Yes!! Did not know... you could do that to!” Sun chittered with his teeth. 

“To? You can change your voice then? That’s cool!” Yvette turned with the curve of the ravine, running a gloved hand along the rock. “Some people do it to entertain or mess with people.” 

“Yes! Most of... us? Can! Used to catch prey!” Sun beamed at the praise. 

“Oooh, that makes more sense. Some birds back home can mimic sounds, not for hunting, I think, but it's really cool.”   

Just ahead of them was one of the cameras, its lenses tilted downwards, and various wires ripped open and the rock above it was clawed at. Another one some creature broke intentionally, it seemed. This wasn’t the first time she’d had to come out and try to fix one of them, annoyed that her method of monitoring the area was taken from her.  

Though approaching said cameras afterwards was always nerve-wracking, especially when there were clear signs whatever had attacked the camera was doing it intentionally. Something wanted her attention, probably to kill her, and it was intelligent enough to understand what destroying the cameras does.  

And judging by the claw marks, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what it was. 

Sun frowned at the sight of the destroyed device, chirping something to himself, “Ah... again?” 

Yvette sighed, tugging at a tool on her belt, she began fixing the destroyed wires, “Yeah... something out here is really out to get me, huh?”  

Yvette could see Sun in her peripheral, frowning as he scanned the water and kelp around them. It was smart of him to keep an eye out for dangerous creatures in the water when something was clearly trying to get her, especially when she was joking about it. Plus, he most likely knew the area far better than she did and would know if something dangerous was nearby.  

The previous squads' files were rather extensive about flora and fauna in the area, but she hadn’t yet read everything. Granted she was more focused on information about the obviously intelligent mermaid (merman? Siren??? What did she refer to Sun as??) that could easily open the docking bay.  

It was fortunate that he was both friendly and nervous about harming her; constantly pulling her hands away from his spikes or spines, careful not to accidentally nick her skin with his claws. She noticed that he’d even try to corral her away from areas that seemed innocuous enough, only to learn something was dangerous about the environment.  

This almost happened with one of the caves along the edge of the ravine; she was just exploring, and Sun pulled her up suddenly from her position by one of the caves in the ravine. But before she could yell at him, a snake-like creature struck at where she had been floating previously. The thing must’ve been twice her size, scaled with sharpened teeth that gnawed at the open water.  

Sun had tried to tell her what it was called, but she decided to just call it an ocean adder for now. It vaguely reminded her of an ambush snake back on earth that would hide in the sand and strike when prey got close enough. She just hoped it didn’t have the same deadly venom.  

It took longer than she would’ve liked to reattach the wires, nearly zapping herself a few times in the process. Once it was finished, she set to setting the camera back to its natural position, as well as briefly checking its connection to her data pad. This took a few moments of silence and loading screens.  

“See anything?” Yvette offered after confirming it was connected, glancing at Sun. She was both curious, and anxious about the answer.  

Sun seemed to get more and more anxious as time went on. He was rubbing his webbing on one hand with the other, tail flicking under him. His eyes darted amongst the foliage behind her, pupils slitted and small.  

Sun made a grumble, clawed hand slowly resting onto into her arm, gaining a tight grip against her gloved arm. His voice came out quiet, barely above a whisper, “...yes.”  

A turn back provided him correct, eyes glared at the two of them from the cover of the flora in the area, red and malicious. Yve couldn’t tell with the distance, but whatever it was couldn’t have been much smaller than Sun in size. And there were multiple of them, all watching from the shadows.  

Ah, shit.  

A lot of creatures here seemed to have red eyes, often the more dangerous ones. It was like a black widow spider with her red hourglass mark or those brightly colored frogs. A sign of danger. This thought wasn’t comforting, considering Sun had red frills all over, but at least his eyes were a calm blue.  

At least he didn’t seem to want to kill her.  

Yvette slowly put her tools back onto her belt, lowering her own voice to a whisper, “We go?”  

Sun merely nodded, hands latching onto her shoulders to push her further along the rock. His grip turned into a full carry as the sounds of other creatures came from behind them, pulling the two quickly down into the ravine to slip between the foliage and rock formations.  

Instinctively, Yvette curled around Sun as they swam off, twisting in his hold to latch her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle. Not the hold she would’ve gone for, but there wasn’t really any time for anything else. It at least made it easier on Sun to carry her with her latched on like a koala.  

From her new position, she could almost see the beasts following them; flashes of a deep red paired with lighter shades of red frills and fins and pitch-black scales following after their intended prey with such malicious intent it made her skin crawl.  

Suns frills made it difficult to really get a good look at whatever they were, just that they felt... out of place in the rest of the brightly colored fauna around the base. Of all the creatures Yvette had seen so far (that had red) most of them had the coloration as frills or accents, not a primary coloration. But these beasts were almost fully red, with black being their main accent color.  

It almost reminded her of deep-sea fish back home; having heard that many of them were red in color to blend into the darkness of the water. She'd heard that red was the first color to disappear completely while underwater.  

Had something from below decided to venture to the surface?  

Sun made a sharp turn into a cave as they rounded a corner within the ravine, swimming them deeper inside encase the beasts following them continued their chase into it. After a moment of them catching their breaths, flashes of red darted past the cave entrance at such a fast speed Yvette couldn’t even tell what the creature's silhouette was, much less if it was a Mer like sun.  

Sun glared at the cave entrance for a while, waiting to see if it was a trick, and the beasts were just outside. His fury presented itself as the spikes along his head slicking back against his scalp, twitching and flickering as he growled.  

Yvette hadn’t seen Sun this upset before; sure, he’d growled at things when they got too close for comfort, but never this bad. It was a deep rumble so close to her ear from her position clinging onto him, it almost made her want to shiver in fear at the proximity.  

Yvette had to crane her neck to watch the entrance of the cave they were tucked into; tall stalks of kelp set just outside of it, acting as an almost curtain for them. There didn’t seem to be any sign of their stalkers against the gently sway of the plants and the bobbing of the fish that passed the cave entrance.  

It was only then, that Yvette let out a sigh of relief, muscles relaxing in Suns hold. When she did break their tense silence, it was barely above a whisper, “Safe?” 

Sun flinched at the sudden noise, slitted eyes darting down to make eye contact with her, his muscles also relaxed. His own voice a bit louder than hers, but still a whisper, “Should be... but careful.”  

Yvette nodded slowly, pulling herself off Sun, “Got it. Let's go.”  

Sun helped her stabilize in the water, taking her by the hand to lead them back out of the cave and into the rest of the ravine. There didn’t seem to be any sign of their pursuers, not even a red fin poking through the kelp. Just small fish darting to and from and the occasional predator snapping at the easy prey all around them.  

It was a tense peace, but a tense peace was far preferable to the adrenaline rush that accompanied a chase.  

It didn’t take long for them to return to the camera, untouched and still repaired as they’d left it. A quick glance around proved that they were almost completely alone amongst the kelp and other plant life in the area. Honestly, the previous squads should have realized this was a poor spot to leave a camera, especially one so exposed on the rock.  

“Next time, I'm gonna just let the camera over here stay dead.” She muttered to herself, narrowing her gaze back to where they’d spotted their stalkers prior. 

Empty.  

Sun hummed along with her words but said nothing in response. Instead, he led them back the way they came along the edge of the ravine, cautious as they went. The water was still bright in the light of day, so they weren’t swimming back in the dark.  

Thankfully days on this planet were longer than they were on earth, as the planet was far larger than earth was. This completely threw off Yvettes sleeping schedule, often waking up to darkness outside or falling asleep while it was still bright out. It was one of the many things that changed how she went about things on the planet's surface.  

Gravity was stronger, meaning she had to put more effort into lifting things that would be easy to carry back home. The waters pressure was stronger, so she’d have to be careful going deeper, and take breaks more when traveling back up; wouldn’t want to get decompression sickness while all the way out here by herself. She wasn’t sure if the medbay had anything to even help with that, or what she could even do to help with it.  

Yvette was a reef diver for god's sake! Not a deep-water diver! 

While the vehicles in the base could help with that, acting as a decompression chamber, she wasn’t even sure if any of them worked anyway. Many spots where there should have been a vehicle were empty, meaning the previous teams likely took them to run off. That wasn’t the issue, of course, the real issue was whether or not they took the fuel with them from the remaining vehicles.  

Because of course they would take the fuel, they weren’t totally incompetent.  

Morons.  

Yvette almost missed the cave entrance to the base, had Sun not stopped her, pulling her along by the arm. Entering the number code to open the door and letting it pull open, she pushed herself onto the platform with a huff, falling onto her back.  

“Fuck, man.” she breathed, hands pulling her mask off her face to toss it somewhere by the stone platform, “We just out ra- swam a couple murderous fish.” 

Sun chittered out a quiet laugh, pushing himself top sick next to her, “We did. You did very well.”  

“I clung to you like a child, Sun.” Yvette turned her head to stare up at him, hand limply tugging at her braided hair to remove the band, “I hardly did anything.”  

“And we... escaped! Very fast!” Sun chirped, falling into his back to lay next to Yvette properly, “I swim better than you, you did the smart thing.”  

“You’re doing it again.” Yvette said with a deadpan, though endearment underlined her tone.  

“Doing what?” Sun asked, tone carrying genuine confusion.  

“Complimenting me when I say I did something bad.” Yvette couldn’t hold the deadpan, a teasing smile forming along her lips, “Might think you’re attached to me already.”  

Sun’s face shifted from confusion to a teasing grin of his own, “Well... maybe I am! What are you going to do about it?”  

“I... did not plan that far ahead.” Yvette admitted, cheeks dusting with pink, laughter bubbling in her chest. 

It seemed her laughter was contagious, as Sun began laughing too. The sound of it startled her, and she couldn’t help but stare at him. He’d lifted a clawed hand to cover his mouth, eyes shut.  

...Maybe being stuck on this planet wasn’t so bad.  

“Hey, it wasn’t that funny!”  

“It was!”

#Become One with the Sea of Stars #fnaf au #fnaf fic #fnaf oc #fnaf dca #Yvette North #Eden Writes #i dont have much else to add NFEIFIE #kinda rushed the end and did not have anyone beta read this for me #so... sorry!

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Moon Knight and Sun King (Part 4) (Possessed Sun Wukong x (F) Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Summary: Your protective and devoted Knight meets your sassy and moody Rouge. You stuck between their arguing. Luckily during all this you're the only one that gets hurt... Wait...  Warning chapter Contains Light Blood

"How dare you harm our Lady" Moon growled out, turning his tail so the blade was pointing at Macaque.

"WAIT, MOON, STOP!" You cried out. 

The knight's tail paused, the monkey in blue turning to look down at you, his head tilting to the side curiously. 

"Is something the matter My Lady?" Moon asked calmly while Macaque helplessly struggled against the Knight's foot that still pinned him in place.

"You're forbidden from harming Macaque directly or indirectly!" You shouted in a slight panic, worried the shadow monkey might start suffocating. 

Just like what had happened with Macaque in the alleyway. The Knight was like a puppet under the order, both his foot and knife-wielding tail were suddenly pulled away from the Rouge by an invisible force. 

The command freed Macaque as the white and black furred demon fell onto his hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air.

"Down, Please, Down!" You ordered, wiggling in Moon's hold. 

The Knight placed both his feet on the ground as he carefully put you onto your feet. You missing the way Moon frowned as you rushed to the other monkey's side.

"Macaque, are you okay?" You asked, bending down next to the shadow demon, rubbing his back as he took in air.

"I'm fine My Lady" Macaque replied, your hand freezing against his back, momentarily stunned that the rude rouge had suddenly started calling you by the same title Moon called you.  

The shadow demon's gold and blue eyes looked up at you, seeming confused as you just stared down at him. Then what he had said suddenly hit him.

"...Did...Did I just call you, My Lady?" the rouge questioned as if trying to confirm those words really came out of his mouth.

"Yes... Yes, you did" You answered just as surprised as the demon.  You wonder if whatever power that made the rouge's fur change colour also changed his demeanour?

Macaque suddenly recoiled away from your touch, his eyes mixed with fear and hate as he glared at you.

"Get Away From Me!" the rouge snapped, pressing his back firmly against your kitchen cabinets, the furthest he could possibly get from you at the moment. 

You pulled yourself a little further away from Macaque, sliding yourself backwards till you bumped into something firm. 

You jump slightly feeling a pair of arms protectively wrap around your shoulders. You gazed back at what you had pumped into, finding Moon had squatted behind you. His fur bristling, as he carefully held you against his armoured chest, the knight's glowing blue eyes narrowed in on the Rouge.

"Do not speak to our Lady in such an aggressive manner, Rouge" Moon told the other monkey, sounding cold and displeased. 

It was kind of strange how Macaque was able to bring out the most emotions you had seen from Moon so far. Though all of them, are negative ones thus far.

"She's not Our- She's not My-" Each time Macaque tried to deny that you were his lady, his mouth seem to just stop working, causing the Rouge to growl in frustration. 

"DAMN IT!" The mixed-furred monkey cried out, digging his claws into his head. Wondered what the hell was happening to him. You hadn't even given him an order for him to call you my Lady. So whatever was compelling him to say so, was something outside of your command ability.

Macaque hated how that calling inside; the one telling him to be by his lady's side, was ten times stronger now than it was during the day. The Rouge's eyes look over at you, before glancing at the ground. The demon was thankful you were at least smart enough to give him space. 

Moon frowned at the Rouge "Apologize to Our Lady for your-"

"Moon, stop..." You softly asked, putting one of your hands over the knight's, the monkey in blue calming down at your touch, fur falling back down into pace. 

Macaque hated how something inside of him felt envious that Wukong was gifted with your touch. Hated how something inside of him was beckoning him to please you, to protect you, to fulfill your every desire.

"Just give him some time" you softly requested the Knight.

Macaque hated how he could literally feel how worried and concerned you were for him. During the day he could only feel your emotions when they were spiking. Now it felt like he could feel your every emotion inside of him as if they were a part of his own.

"DAMN IT!" the Rouge cursed again, slamming his tail against the cupboard door causing it to crack from the force. Almost wishing it hurt, so at least he would know the pain was his alone and had nothing to do with you.

Moon swiftly got onto his feet, about to approach the destructive Rouge that was destroying their Lady's home. 

Your hand gripped the Knight tighter, stopping him from leaving your imminent side.

"Please give him space Moon" You pleaded, knowing your words were the only power you really had over the knight.

Moon gave a simple nod as he stood by your side, keeping a close eye on the Rouge. 

Macaque sneered at the way Wukong's hand gently held your hand in return, and the demon didn't even understand why he cared!

"Macaque you're free to call me whatever you like." You told the shadow demon.

The Rouge let out a bitter laugh "Oh gee thanks girly" the feeling that forced him to call you his lady was suddenly gone and... It did feel oddly calming not to be compelled to call you my lady. The Shadow demon desperately grasped onto those small strands of control, no matter how thin they were.

"Sorry, I thought it might help," you said bowing your head, and inside of himself, he could feel how apologetic you felt. The demon senses a mix of guilt and self-hate twisting inside of you as well.

"Forget about it" Macaque gruffly replied, running his fingers through his mane trying to rein back some of his more panicked emotions. The Demon reminds himself that you were just as trapped in this strange situation as they were "... Are you able to feel my emotions?"

You shook your head "No... Are you able to feel-"

"Yours?" Macaque cut in, 'Moon' making an annoyed noise as he interrupted 'their lady'. "Yeah I can" he grumbly sighed.

"So you both can," you said glancing up at Moon.

"Of course, it is so we can act out, our Lady's desires without delay." The Knight stated.

Macaque didn't like the sounds of that... The demon rubbing his forehead with the base of his palm wishing he could somehow stop 'Moon' from calling you 'their Lady'... Wait.

"Hey big blue, how did you know I was Missy's Rouge?" Macaque asked looking up at the monkey knight.

Moon remained stoically silent to Macaque's question as if the shadow demon hadn't talked at all.

You gently tugged on the Knight's hand that still held your own, "Moon please answer Macaque, I would like to know that as well" you requested.

"I heard M'Lady's wish shortly before Sun took over" Moon answered his lady's inquiry without hesitation. 

Macaque not sure if 'Moon' was talking about the literal Sun or Sun Wukong... The shadow demon would need to investigate that tomorrow. 

"As for how I knew the Rouge was one of M'Lady's servants." Moon began, as Macaque twitched at being called a servant. "I could see that the same blue string that connected me to My Lady, also connected from The Lady to the Rouge."

"Blue String?" You asked, glancing over at Macaque, hoping he knew what Moon was talking about, but the shadow demon shrugged and shook his head.

"Yes, the blue strings of destiny" Moon stated, you catching the way Macaque cringed at the mention of 'destiny'. "If you wish, I could help you see these strings M'Lady" Moon calmly offered.

"Yes" you nodded "please help me see these blue strings" you requested, wanting to see exactly what the knight was talking about.

"Very well M'Lady" Moon said with a slight bow, before bending down on one knee to be more at your level. His emotionless eyes gazing at yours "Please close your eyes, My Lady."

You close your eyes feeling one of the knight's cool fingers press against your forehead, a strange sensation of cold and hot rushing over your forehead and around your eyes.

"It is done My Lady, Open your eyes" Moon instructed.

You slowly opened your eyes only to quickly close them, crying in pain as your senses were slammed with seeing WAY too much all at once. To the point you couldn't register anything you saw, just felt the pain of overstimulation. 

"M'Lady... You're in pain..." Moon stated sounding somewhat shocked and confused. But you couldn't answer him as the area around your eyes and over your forehead felt like they were burning.

"You idiot!" Macaque snapped and hissed, feeling the pain you were going through. The Rouge out of habit fell through his shadow and appeared next to you through your own. The demon accidentally discovered that he could still use shadow transportation as long as he didn't 'leave' you. 

"Learn to tone down your powers!" Macaque hissed, pushing that discovery to the side as the pain continued. The shadow demon watched as red magical marks started appearing around your eyes and over parts of your forehead.

Suddenly you felt a much warmer monkey hand press over your eyes. You whimpered, leaning into the touch over your eyes, as it seem to ease away the burning pain. 

"Breath" Macaque ordered, using some of his magic to absorb and take away part of Wukong's power from you. Usually, this wouldn't work so easily but there was a strange connection between you two, the demon hoping that connection extended to power sharing.

 "Breath" Macaque ordered again as you felt his tail poke your side. 

You gasp in air, having not even noticed you were holding your breath. Feeling something rub your back, up and down, as you shakingly took in air. It takes a moment for your mind to register it was Macaque's tail. 

You try to focus on the tail moving up and down your back, doing your best to breathe in time with the movement. The pain slowly eased away to a dull ache.

"Alright... feels like I took enough away, try opening your eyes again" Macaque instructed, the warm hand over your eyes pulling away. 

You shook your head, not wanting that kind of pain again.

"Come on sugarplum, just try, this time just focus on wanting to see the blue strings nothing else." Macaque encourages using a shockingly soft tone for the Rouge.

You take another deep breath before opening your eyes. Blinking tears away as you slowly saw the world around you bathed in gold. You glance over at Macaque who sat by your side, noticing the six sets of ears he now had and a scar over his right eye.

"Focus Lotus" Macaque advised, both his eyes now glowing a golden colour as well. He glanced down at himself, both of you seeing the tangle of blue strings around his body.

You followed the bundle of glowing blue strings that lead from the rouge to your right hand. Threads twist around your fingers before disappearing into the palm of your hand. Upon closer inspection of the blue string, there were small flickers of gold light pulsing through the string heading toward the shadow monkey.

"That's concerning," Macaque said, lightly tapping one of his claws against your neck.

You couldn't see what he was pointing at as you looked down at yourself, but got a good guess. There was blue string pooling out of your chest reaching up towards your head, you assuming the string wrapped around your neck. 

"Not a good sign..." you more stated than questioned.

"Not a good sign," the rouge confirmed but didn't elaborate. His eyes drifted to the side smirking almost gleefully "but that is a funny sight~"

You follow Macaque's gaze to see Moon kneeling directly on the ground and bowing to the point his head was touching the floor.

"Moon, what are you doing?" You questioned, glancing between your left hand and Moon. 

Similar to your right hand there was a bunch of blue string that came out of your left hand that tangled around your finger and then twisted and wrapped around Moon's body. The difference was that there was also a gold string that came out of Moon's body that tangled around your fingers and disappeared into your palm. 

"I have harmed my Lady. For such a heinous crime I deserve the harshest of punishments" Moon cooly declared. "To reprimand myself for such actions, I will throw myself into the nearest active volcano."  

"WHAT, NO! MOON, DON'T DO THAT!" you commanded, having a feeling the knight was being dead serious.

"I wouldn't worry, it'll just hurt him not kill him" Macaque casually stated, you wanted to question the shadow demon about that! When Moon spoke again.

"Pardon me for being presumptuous My Lady, you should be the one to choose my punishment." The Knight calmly stated with his head still pressed against your apartment floor.

"Wait, no, I am not choosing a punishment for you" You expressed, yeah moon hurt you, but it was just an accident.

"What me to choose a Punishment? I have a list," Macaque offered, you giving him a dubious look, that he replied with a devious smirk.

 "...Why would you have a list-Nevermind, don't want to know" you quickly declared, as the demon's smirk grew, some things you were better off not knowing.

"Moon, can you please lift your head?" You requested.

"I can not, My Lady, I do not deserve to look you in the eyes after bringing you harm." Moon stated.

"This is hilarious," Macaque snickered, making you shoot him another annoyed look.

"Sush it" you huffed, lightly smacking his arm.

"He's the one asking for a punishment, not me" The Rouge pointed out with a laugh, unfazed by the light smack.

You aggressively sighed at the shadow demon before scooting yourself closer to the bowing monkey. Feeling the Rouge's tail move off your back to wrap around your ankle.

You reach your hand out to gently pet the furry knight's mane "Moon, I'm not going to punish you." 

"But you must M'Lady" Moon replied still keeping his head to the floor.

"Did you purposely try to hurt me?" you asked.

"Of course not My Lady, I would never desire to bring you harm" The Knight replied.

"Then I forgive you," you told him.

Moon hesitantly lifted his head to gaze up at you. With the gold vision still active, you could see a pair of golden irises within the sea of blue that were Moon's eyes.

"I do not deserve your forgiveness M'Lady" The knight stated his eyes casting downwards.

You gently cupped Moon's cheeks with both of your hands causing the monkey in blue to gaze up at you once more.

"You made a mistake and that's okay... Moon, do you know why mistakes are important?" you asked gently lifting his head up with your hands to guild him out of his bowing position.

The knight followed your hold as he slowly sat up, his blank stare focused on only you. "No, I do not My Lady"

 "They're important cause as long as you learn from them, every mistake helps to improve yourself." You explained, for a moment you swore you saw the blue of Moon's eyes flicker to gold.

"Also it's my choice to forgive you, just as it's your choice to forgive yourself" you added giving the knight an encouraging smile.

Moon stared blankly down at you, slowly lifting one hand up to gently grasp one of your hands over his cheek. Softly leaning into your touch as he closed his eyes.

"You are far too kind, My Lady" The Knight softly stated.

"No, just decent" you replied with a smile. 

Moon looking pretty cute right now, his eyes closed as he nuzzled into your hands looking like a kitten seeking affection. 

The gold vision finally flickered away, and the world returned to one that you were much more familiar with.

"And you're a Party Pooper" Macaque added, "we could have at least tried one punishment," he huffed out.

Speaking of Monkeys with cat like personalities.

"Macaque..." You sigh giving the shadow monkey an exasperated look, as you started to pull your hands away from Moon. 

Only for the knight to swiftly grab a hold of both of your wrists preventing your hands from leaving his cheeks.

You felt Macaque's tail tighten around your ankle, as both you and the shadow monkey turned to look at Moon.

"Umm Moon?" You called out, not sure what was going on with the knight, or why Macaque was getting so tense.

The Rouge's eyes locked on the bloody knife still held in Wukong's tail, tucked behind him in a way to keep it out of your view.

The Monkey in blue half opened his eyes. The Knight's blank stare felt like it was somewhere else and not looking at you this time.

"Moon?" you tried again lightly brushing your thumbs over his cheeks, tracing along the bottom of the blue heart-shape-like mark over his eyes.

Moon's eyes opened fully, more feeling than seeing his gaze focus back upon you.

One blink... Two blinks.

"I am sorry, My Lady," The Knight said gently releasing your hands. "I do not know what came over me."

"It's alright" you assured, still puzzled over the strange reaction. "And as for you," you said turning to face the rouge.

"What?" the shadow demon flatly questioned his gaze still more on Moon than you.

"Thank you, Macaque," you said with a smile.

The demon's ears twitch as he turned to fully face you, looking both surprised and suspicious at your words. "What are you thanking me for?" he questioned.

"I'm thanking you for helping with the eye stuff" You clarified. "I'm not sure what I would have done or what would have happened if you didn't help me, so thank you."

Macaque let out a dry laugh, looking off to the side to mask the light pink on his cheeks, "I only did that because your pain became my pain." 

You smiled finding it funny how the shadow's monkey's actions and words were in such contrast to each other. 

"That may have been part of it" you agreed, but it didn't explain why he rubbed your back or used a softer tone while you were in pain. "But deep down your a good monkey~," you said using a cuties-teasing tone.

"Hah in your dreams" he barked out a laughed.

You smirked as you glanced behind you at the black and white tail that was still wrapped around your ankle. 

Macaque's tail practically pushed your ankle away as it unwrapped itself. The shadow monkey let out a growl that had no real bite to it as he swiftly fell through his shadow, and appeared through a shadow against a nearby wall. Moodily leaning against it as he looked away from you. 

You held back a laugh as you moved to get back on your feet as well when Moon quickly offered his hands to you. You took the knight's hands without much thought, feeling like a small child as he lifted you onto your feet with seemingly no effort.

"By the way could you feel my emotions during the day?" You asked Macaque, making a mental note of how Moon's hold on your hands lingered longer than it needed to before releasing them.

"Not really, only time I felt your emotions during the day was when you got really angry at your brother," Macaque answered with a shrug, looking over the white fur along his right arm.

The Rouge felt your disdain and anger spike at the mere mention of your brother. Turning to face you, watching as you took a deep breath trying to calm those feelings.

"What transpired between my lady and her brother that upset her?" The Knight questioned.

"Nothing important," you falsely assured "But thanks to Macaque, I doubt he will be coming near me again any time soon." 

The shadow demon was a little surprised to feel a spark of genuine gratitude towards him.

"Just a heads up buttercup, we can feel it when you lie" Macaque teasingly warned. The Demon smirked as he felt your momentary mix of surprise, panic and embarrassment. The Rouge starting to think he could use this 'being able to feel your emotions thing' to his advantage.

"Sorry" you apologize, "but it is something I shouldn't bother either of you with so let's just move on" you requested, your gaze going from the Rouge to the Knight.

Macaque nodded getting the message, probably best your overprotective knight didn't know about your stocker ex. 

The Shadow demon doubting a normal human would have survived even Wukong's pin-kick as well as he had.

The Rouge noticed the way the knight gave his lady a disappointed frown, though the rest of his features remained relatively neutral. Clearly wanting to ask more, but didn't simply because his 'Lady' requested it.

It was still surreal for Macaque to see Wukong not only be so obedient but to see his possessed form be so... Different. 

The demon was still healing from his last battle with the monkey dressed in blue. Though this 'Moon' form was strange... Able to talk; express options, and show some range of emotions. 

All things Possessed Wukong could not do under Lady Bone Demon's powers.

"Well if nothing else at least we can confirm your powers are way stronger at night" Macaque concluded trying to turn the whites of his fur back to its usual ebony shade but every time he tried to activate his glamour over it, it was quickly dispelled.

"Is that why part of your fur suddenly turned white?" You asked.

"Yes, and No" the Shadow demon replied, "my fur and right eye have looked like this since sometime yesterday morning. I just glamoured it during the day, but it seems at night the glamour doesn't work."

You felt a pang of guilt recognizing the timeline, "Sorry, you probably changed colour around the same time I made that wish for-" Macaque suddenly fell through his shadow and popped up in front of you, covering your mouth with his white furred hand.

Moon moved to snatch the Rouge's hand away from his Lady but every time the knight reached for Macaque, an invisible force pulled his hands away.

"How about we don't say the W word till we know how your powers work," Macaque stated, smirking in amusement as he watched Wukong repetitively try to grab him only for his arms to be magically pulled away.

You nodded, having to admit your quota for overpowered Monkeys was at its max.

Macaque pulled his hand away from your mouth. The demon smirked as your Knight glared daggers at him. The shadow monkey is pretty sure if it wasn't for your command, he would be shot with lighting from Wukong's eyes.

"You shouldn't allow your Rouge, to touch you, My Lady." Moon suggested, his tone calm and cool but his eyes promised pain upon the shadow monkey. "The ingrate has not even attempted to apologize for harming you before." 

"Harming me?" you questioned.

"The knife thing" Macaque clarified.

"OH," You had almost forgotten about that, with everything else. Your eyes glancing down at the blood now dry against your arm. "Ohhhh....." how were you supposed to explain this!? 

"By all means, tell the knight what happened" The rogue encouraged with a grin, curious to see how the narrow-minded Moon would process the truth.

"The thing is Moon" you began, the demon gesturing for you to keep going. "Macaque didn't hurt me, he was trying to stop me from... Hurting myself..." you confessed.

The Knight's eyes widened, staying stone still as he stared down at you. 

Moon's mind struggled to process his lady harming herself... he wanted to hurt all who brought harm to his Lady but how could he ever do that when his Lady was the one that harm his Lady?

"I think you broke him" Macaque snickered.

You shot the rouge monkey a 'not helping' look. 

"Why M'Lady?" The Knight questioned snapping your attention back to him.

"Why what?" 

"Why did you harm yourself?" Moon asked his eyes lingering downwards towards the dry blood on your arm, his tail twisting and curling around the knife it held.

"Oh... It was to test my self-healing powers, and Macaque made an interesting question as to what kind of effects my blood would have on demons." You explain, both being half-truths. 

"Did you allow the Rouge to taste your blood?" Moon asked his tail curling around the bloody blade of the knife.

"No, not yet, Macaque got upset about me hurting myself and was stopping me when you showed up." You answered, rubbing the back of your neck with your good hand in hindsight it was a pretty dumb move on your part.

"I see" Moon replied, his hands softly gripping your bloody forearm, lifting it up towards him. You assuming so he could take a better look at the injury, or at least the injury that was there but long gone now. "Did it hurt?" he asked.

"A little at first.." You confess looking away from Moon, missing the way his tail crushed the bloody knife to dust, but Macaque didn't. 

The shadow demon takes a cautious step away from the two of you. 

"But it didn't last long, it healed very quickly" you assured. Looking back just in time to catch the Knight leaning his head down, you jumped slightly as his warm wet tongue ran over the dried blood along your arm. Causing a warm shiver to shoot through your whole body, Moon's eyes glowing brighter.

"Please do not ever harm yourself again, My Lady" Moon softly pleaded, and all you could get out was an undistinguishable squeak in reply. 

Your knight leaned in to lick more blood off your arm, but his sash was suddenly pulled on causing the monkey in blue to pause for a moment.

"Damn Peaches, are you nuts!?" Macaque snapped standing behind Moon pulling on the knight's sash as hard as he could. The demon's face was as red as yours felt. "We have no idea what her blood does!"

You do a double take swearing the shadow monkey had been behind you just a moment ago. 

One of Moon's brows raised, as he looked back at the Rouge. That strange nickname of 'peaches' bringing up a bazaar mix of emotions that the Knight didn't know how to name.

"Girl, go wash your arm, Now!" Macaque ordered.

You could only nod, body and mind still in a confused scrabbled state, as you rapidly went to the kitchen sink and wash your arm.

The Rouge let out a yelp as Moon used the sash to pull the shadow demon closer to him. "You have no right to order our Lady" the knight lowly warned.

"Kind of like you have no right to lick her!?" Macaque sneered back. The demon now knew for sure that deep down, this was still Wukong. The pompous hero still pretending he had the moral high ground when in reality he was no better than 'his shadow'.

"I was cleaning the remains of My Lady's wound." The Knight calmly replied.

"Oh sure, and you had no ulterior motives" Macaque rolled his eyes. If he was feeling a desire for 'their Lady's' touch, the demon could only imagine what kind of desires 'Moon' had, the monkey in blue under your power way more than he was. 

The demon was surprised when instead of getting a resort from Wukong, the Knight looked at him perplexed at his comeback... Okay, maybe there were some differences between Sun and Moon.

"This isn't an order, but do you two always have to argue?" You questioned, as you used a dish cloth to dry your arm. 

"This is actually pretty civil for us" the shadow demon replied, flicking the blue sash into Wukong's face. 

"Oh that reminds me, Macaque, you're forbidden from harming Moon directly or indirectly" you ordered, getting an annoyed groan from the shadow monkey.

"Though I'm flattered you think I can seriously harm him. Is that order really necessary?" The demon questioned.

"I'm just covering all my bases" you replied, your phone's alarm going off. "And I should be heading to work soon." You said moving to pack up the peaches the rouge had refused to eat. 

"And what are you going to do about big blue?" Macaque questioned, pointing at Moon.

"Oh I was just going to take Moon with me" you stated, putting the container of packed peaches into your work bag.

"Seriously!?" The shadow demon laughed in disbelief. 

"You think Moon will just stay here without me?" you questioned.

"I must stay by My Lady's side" Moon calmly corrected.

"No..." Macaque admitted "But don't you think your co-workers are going to have some questions!?" the demon asked dramatically gesturing to the Monkey Knight.

"I work alone. During a graveyard stocking shift. I don't see co-workers or customers." You stated "There are only cameras on certain outside doors, none on the inside. I know the roof door has employ access, cause too many smokers got locked out up there... so I can let Moon in through that door without anyone or any cameras spotting him." You explained, "the only worry I have is the delivery driver that comes twice a week but none are scheduled for tonight so I don't even have to worry about that."

Macaque had to admit (at least mentally) that you had thought this through. 

Since Moon was sticking to your side Macaque at least didn't have to worry about one of MK's crew spotting Wukong in his current state. The shadow demon doubted any of them would even believe him if he tried explaining this strange situation... and not somehow blamed him for all of it.

"Speaking of the delivery driver" Macaque began "what company did that mysterious driver come from?" 

"DCAOP, but I have no idea what the driver's name was" You answered.

"Don't worry, from the description you gave, I have a pretty good idea who the guy might be. Just need a location to look for clues," Macaque replied.

"Alright..." You hummed suspiciously, the shadow demon having a gift for being vague, but you doubted he would answer your question honestly unless you 'command' him, and you rather reserved your commands for more important things "By the way, Macaque, you're not allowed to kill anyone during your investigation" 

"I can work with that" The shadow demon replied with a shrug, making you sigh as you turn away from your bag to face him. 

"and try not to seriously hurt anyone" you requested "...unless someone attacks you first, then your free to do what you need to" you clarify, not sure what you were dealing with and didn't want Macaque to be at a disadvantage if he came across a serious threat.

"Excuse me, Princess, I think you're still missing an order" Macaque replied. 

Your body squirms and tenses in annoyance at the lasted nickname. That one has history for you, but you didn't want to take away Macaque's ability to call you whatever he liked... Maybe he'll just move on to another nickname soon like the last one.

"What order?" you asked.

"The Order that I wasn't allowed to leave, Miss Princess~" The demon answered, smirking as he dragged out the nickname having felt your irritation at the name.

"Your free to leave" you flatly order, trying your best not to react to the nickname again, hoping he will get bored with it soon.

"Thank you, Princess" Macaque snickered with a dramatic bow, before disappearing into his shadow.

You suppress a groan as you turn around to grab your work bag only to see it was gone from the spot you left it. You looked over at your Knight finding that he was already carrying your work bag.

"At least that Rouge is starting to address you by a proper title" Moon stated, making you wonder if your knight couldn't pick up on sarcasm.

 "Hey Moon, just so we're clear, please don't ever call me Princess" you requested.

"I will not My Lady" Moon replied, looking down at you, his head curiously tilting to the side again. The Knight confused as to why you would allow the rouge to call you by that title but not him.  ============== A/N:

There was suppose to be an intense event happening in this chapter but this chapter is already over 5K words so I'm moving it to the next chapter. 

On the bright side it allowed me to Post this chapter on Thumblr unlike the last one. (but the next one will have to be A03 and Wattpad only again, I will put links to my profiles in the comments)

Also if anyone has suggestions for other nicknames for Macaque to call the reader, please share them, and I might use them in future chapters ^-^

#possessed sun wukong x reader #possessed monkey king #possessed sun wukong #possessed swk #corrupted sun wukong #corrupted king #corrupted monkey king #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk possessed sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk fanfic #lmk fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fanfic

[thatfreshi]

Pick Up The Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Your job comes with a couple downsides, one of which is that you occasionally get hurt on the job. Luckily, Mark is always attentive to your wounds. A shorter comfort fic, happy ending. (This was a request sent in my dms btw, so if you want to dm requests instead you can!)

It wasn’t every day that your job caused these kinds of problems, but the past couple of days had been worse than most. A few difficult cases had arisen, meaning that the people you had to deal with were a little more unpredictable. It wasn’t their fault that you got hurt, they just need help, and sadly part of that help means you have to deal with the bitter consequences sometimes. Tonight you were going home to your boyfriend with a couple new scratches and gashes, certainly not the worst you’ve endured. However, Mark hates seeing you in any kind of pain, no matter how small. That twinge of pain ran through him when you came through the front door with new bandages. He gave you a sad smile, which you returned.

“Hi love.”

He held his arms out for an embrace, and you obliged. Somehow Mark could sense when it was getting to be too much. As much as you love your job, it doesn’t take away from the layers and layers of stress it can add, not just to your body, but to your brain. You nestled into his shoulder, sitting in the warmth of his thoughtfulness, taking in the calm of the house.

“How was your day?”

You mumbled into his shirt. He smiled even though you couldn’t see it.

“It was good. I assume yours didn’t go very well?”

You look up at him and shake your head. 

“How long have those bandages been on?”

You pause for a moment, trying to grasp at some kind of time.

“Honestly? I don’t remember.”

“Well, c’mon then.” 

He holds out his hand and you take it, leading you where he always does: the kitchen. It’s where you kept all the medical supplies and had free access to a sink, so it made changing gauze and that kind of thing much easier. You sit up on the counter, and he opens a cabinet, grabbing alcohol wipes and more bandages, along with a couple miscellaneous things, just in case. You tried to start taking the bandages off yourself, but he stopped you. Ever since you’ve gotten together he’s insisted on doing all of this for you, at least while you’re at home. 

‘If I can’t make the job any easier, I can at least help with the aftermath.’

His constant argument anytime you try to interrupt him.

“I can take them off at least.”

He shakes his head.

“Nope. Don’t you lift another finger.”

He starts removing the bandages one by one, being careful not to irritate the skin. This is where his hyper-focusing really comes in handy. Most of the time you don’t talk to him while he does this. Instead, you just watch his meticulous actions, the love that goes into them, the tender swipes of alcohol pads across your body. Sometimes he’ll start rambling while he tends to your wounds, anything that’s on his mind. Perhaps a video he filmed, some article he found that day. This ramble, however, surprised you.

“You have no idea how much I admire you.”

He doesn’t look up at you, still checking everything. You don’t interrupt him.

“Really, I don’t know how you do it. If I had to wake up every day and get attacked by people and still be kind… I just don’t think I could do it. You’re so calm, so… so… I don’t even know. Just so wonderful, so beautiful. I’m jealous that other people get to have you all day. I just wish I could keep you here in your own little bubble and make sure no one ever hurts you ever again.”

Mark has moved on to placing clean bandages now, not skipping a beat as he speaks. His eyes are a little teary.

“But I know you love it, and I love you, so much. So anytime you come home hurt, I’ll be here. I will always be here for you.”

He finishes up, giving each bandage a kiss, ending at your lips. 

“I know it’s hard on you too, my job, but I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t love it.”

He grasps your hands in his.

“I know. But you don’t worry about me, okay? You worry about doing what you’re so great at, and I will be here to pick up the pieces.”

He smiles at you, and you smile back as he places a kiss on your head. 

“Now, what do you want to do? Watch some TV? Go to bed?”

You think for a moment, realizing just how late it is.

“I just wanna go to bed. As long as you’ll be there.”

“Of course my love.”

You gently make your way off the counter as he puts all the supplies away, and then the two of you make your way to the bedroom, where a good night’s sleep awaits you. The best night’s sleep in a long time.

#markiplier x reader #markiplier #comfort

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Loving you was damnation

Pairing: Raven Scientist (Victoria Van Gale/The Raven Leader)

Summary: Victoria knew she'd have one chance. One chance at continuing her research. One chance at fulfilling her dream. So she'd have to grab it even if she didn't know what it would mean for her relationship if she did so.

Birgitta would come to understand her point of view... wouldn't she?

Notes: Can you tell that the "you've no idea what I had to do to get it" line in The Storm haunts me to this day. Can you.

Read it on ao3 or read the previous fics in this verse

Victoria drank tea now. It was one of the many things that had changed in her life in the months during which she’d been dating Birgitta Bloom.

It had been during a quiet night in, in the very beginning of their relationship, that she had shared how she hated not being able to take more than one cup of coffee, even on chilly nights like that during which warm drinks felt like three hundred millilitres of concentrated paradise. Were she alone, she wouldn’t have given a care and would have gladly turned herself into a hyperactive child in order to get her hands on the liquid warmth, but she didn’t want to submit her brand new girlfriend to that. Even though it had only been an off-handed remark, Birgitta had paused the movie they were watching and lifted the side of the blanket she was under, so she could go to her kitchen cabinets to see what she could help with.

The steaming cup that Victoria was presented with five minutes later was nothing like the vile drinks she’d tasted under the same name before. Where the little bags of black tea left a bitter taste in her mouth, a breathful of the herbal scent in the mixture she’d been given was enough to make her feel like she’d filled her lungs with sunshine. When she sipped it, fearing she wouldn’t like it and Birgitta would feel offended, it tasted like a flowery field on a summer day.

Proud of herself and happy to have found a solution to her girlfriend’s problem, Birgitta had snuggled close to her on the couch again and given her tips on how to find actually good tea. They had made a date out of it, in the end, and she’d taken Victoria to a small shop on the outskirts of town that sold an assortment of blends in metal boxes. The store saleswoman had helped Victoria find the ones that fit her tastes the best, allowing her to sniff her options before putting the selected ones in small brown paper bags for her to brew at home.

“See?” Birgitta had said when they were leaving the store. “You don’t have to push through things and end up feeling bad when you can just… choose an option that does you well.”

In hindsight, the quote now sounded like a metaphor for what Victoria’s life had become with her in it. She’d been so caught up in her projects, pushing through eternally and pretending she wasn’t human, that it had caught her by surprise to realize all she had been missing. She’d come into her life like a personification of all that had been lacking from it: the warmth, the laughter, the ready ear and kind mouth. 

She’d become acquainted with the city in a whole different light since then. Had been introduced to nooks and corners hiding the most fascinating places, from old bookshops and cafes to parks that no one seemed to have been to in years. Birgitta seemed to be an expert in finding and loving things that were hidden to anyone who didn’t take the time to really look around. Victoria, she’d come to understand, was one of those things as well. And she was so glad to have been found.

They’d ride bicycles around beautiful parks on the weekends, or stay in and order food from nice places. They’d talk about everything and nothing, and act like they weren’t well into their middle age and were experiencing love for the first time. And Victoria thought that, at least for herself, that was the case. She’d had relationships before, but nothing like this. No one had ever made her feel as seen. Her heart had never been so completely not her own.

Even on weekdays, during which they mostly weren’t able to meet due to the distance between them and their jobs, they never sacrificed their daily phone calls. Falling asleep with Birgitta’s goodnight still ringing in her ears had soothed her enough to succumb to slumber on more nights than she could count.

Mere months ago, she’d forget there were other humans in the universe for days at a time. Now there was a mug with flower paintings sitting next to her plain one on the lab’s coffee machine.

In that morning, however, she gulped down her tea not because of how it felt to appreciate it, but because she’d be needing all the help she could get with soothing her nerves.

Victoria had wanted to share everything with Birgitta, she really had. More than once when she’d make a casual remark about how the weather had been lovely, how the vegetation was thriving, how it felt like they had gotten much less extreme weather events lately, it would be on the tip of Victoria’s tongue to let her know that most of it was her doing. She’d feel so tempted, whenever they were talking about work, to share what it really was she dedicated her time to. To avoid the metaphors and omissions and white lies and lay it all out in the open.

But Birgitta had fallen in love with a lie, and Victoria was terrified of her not being as kind to a truth.

Now, the day that had hung over their relationship like a storm cloud finally came. In her quest to lure a weather spirit, Victoria had done much research on them, and none of it hidden. It wasn’t suspicious, she thought, to be interested in the beings that controlled the very thing she worked with. And so she shared it with Birgitta, like she did with everything she felt she could.

At first, her girlfriend had only helped her by allowing her to talk her ear off about them, and getting her all the books she could get her hands on on the topic. Then, when she had felt she could keep the secret no longer, she revealed that inside the Sparrow Scouts camping grounds there was an area where such spirits came to rest. She had known she probably shouldn’t - Victoria had seen it in the hesitation in her eyes - but it had taken very little poking to get an invitation out of her. Though her respect for every sort of natural spirit and creature was big, and she would never want to treat them like a zoo exposition, being able to fulfil a dream of Victoria’s had been enough to make her budge.

This wasn’t something Victoria should be doing alongside her girlfriend. It wasn’t something she should reveal at all. During her months of research, she had, in fact, found a couple of weather spirits. But none would let her get close enough. Each one of her sources agreed on that point: weather spirits only allowed trusted humans close, and Victoria was, understandably, not on anyone’s list.

But Birgitta was.

Birgitta, who took care of the grounds. Birgitta, who kept their secret. Birgitta, who only took people there when it was to teach children to appreciate nature. Who wouldn’t trust her? And if Victoria was with her… maybe she’d be able to get what she needed.

And then, once her task was finished, she’d explain everything. She’d make her see all the good she could do when the power of weather spirits were within her control. The crops were thriving now? Imagine how much more they would when even the percentage of humidity was in her grasp. Climate change? That would be all but unheard of wherever her science could reach. No one would ever lose their homes or be afraid of a catastrophe again, and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Yes, Birgitta would understand, she told herself. She’d have to.

“Ready?” Her voice resonated in the main room of the cottage which served as headquarters and storage for the Sparrow Scouts’ camping ground. She had a bag filled with whatever they could need for their hike on her back and an inviting smile on her lips, one that Victoria did her best to retribute even if her heart was screaming that this was a terrible idea. 

After having washed the cup she’d been drinking the chamomile tea from, Victoria joined her girlfriend on the front porch. She’d insisted on carrying the backpack for Birgitta, since she was already going to be the guide, but got a ‘no way’ look in response. 

That was fair enough. She’d never really lived down their first meeting.

The only concession that was made was Birgitta allowing her to take their sunscreen and bug repellent bottles and putting them in her own bag; which was a relief, because Victoria really needed an excuse to bring her bag along. Somewhy saying ‘I need to take this device I built for capturing weather spirits, for no specific reason’ didn’t sound too safe.

They set off when the sun had barely finished rising, which had been Birgitta’s suggestion so that they could already be back home when the sun was at its peak. The air was humid and still foggy and droplets of dew slid from the leaves at the treetops and fell on their heads every now and then. Birgitta was kind enough to not comment on how nervous Victoria seemed throughout their hike, dismissing it as being anxious to actually see the beings she’d been obsessed with for so long. She helped her through the tricky parts of the trail and held her hand through the tranquil ones.

After what to Victoria seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a little less than two hours, they arrived at a meandering part of a creek, with rocky margins and clear water. Victoria’s mouth hung open at the first sight of it. True to Birgitta’s word, the area seemed to be a small haven for weather spirits, in all of their three forms. The more common ones, which were cloud shaped, either floated around in the air nonchalantly or rested in the small caves that the force of the creek’s water over the years had sculpted in the rocks. The water vibrated with a second type of weather spirit, those in liquid form, swirling happily around and perfectly merging with the creek; human eyes could not see where the creatures ended and where the water began. Much more subtle were the spirits of the third type. They crystalized in transparent shards on top of the rocks, and the smallest ones could be taken for simple ice if not for the fact that the temperature would most certainly not allow for that.

Essentially gods, laying right there in front of Victoria’s eyes. It should have given her pause, to look at them all like that, at ease and at peace with each other and the nature around them. It should have made her question if she really wanted to put an end to this tranquillity, both in the creek and in her own life. It didn’t. All that the scene accomplished was to make her even more sure of how much she wanted, needed to study them. They weren’t gods, living their lives undisturbed and undisturbing to her. They were gods hogging all their power to themselves when she could do so much better if it were all in her hands.

All evidence she had read about (and collected herself) had indicated that each type of weather spirit controlled one aspect of the climate, so she knew she’d only have everything she needed once a spirit of each type was at her station. But she was also realistic, and knew there was no way she’d manage to capture more than one of them at the same time, let alone keep them all in the containment station she’d built.

“So? What do you think?” Birgitta asked after Victoria did nothing but stare at the image before them for a whole minute, unaware of the strategies and calculations running through her girlfriend’s head at that very moment. Instead of answering, Victoria took a step forward with as much caution as she could.

All the spirits turned to face them. As long as they had sensed that a person they trusted was the closest, they hadn’t minded. But even the small step alerted them to Victoria’s presence.

“Careful.” Birgitta whispered reverently. “They don’t really trust humans, and have good reasons for that too. You don’t want to unsettle them.”

Another step forward. Now, they were all staring straight at the scientist, who gave them the same treatment.

“Victoria.” Birgitta’s voice was cautioning, but Victoria wasn’t listening. Her mind was filled with strategies, trying to decide which of the spirits would be the easiest to capture. Her gaze landed on the smallest one of the vaporous type, which had floated a couple of metres away from the bigger ones of its sort. It looked at her not with jugement, but with open curiosity.

A child. Victoria had never really thought she’d stoop this low. But she had always known she’d do whatever it took to bring her plans to fruition.

Noticing that she was going to walk even closer to the spirits, Birgitta reached out to grab Victoria’s arm and stop her, but not quickly enough. With an agility she’d never demonstrated before, the woman reached inside her backpack for a device Birgitta had never seen before, and leapt forward. The gadget looked like a gun, but with a mechanical claw at the end. Her jump took her closer to the child spirit, and it gasped as Victoria extended her arm and pulled the trigger, making the claw open and close and capturing the spirit. Not only that, but once it was safely inside the claws they spread out and the metal was rearranged in a sphere around the cloud, through which an electrical current was sent by the device, in order to pacify the being inside. 

All of the creatures turned their wrathful faces to Victoria, and there was screaming and threatening from their part and crying out from Birgitta’s. Victoria looked back as the Raven Leader screamed after her, running at her direction and telling her to let it go, confusion and betrayal stamped on her face. 

So she ran away. Further into the forest whose map she’d studied beforehand and away from the woman who took her there and from the enraged gods, but not before she made sure she wouldn’t be followed. From her pocket, she took a special grenade she’d built for the occasion. Throwing it against the creek’s rocks released a mixture of aerosols, acid molecules and dust particles into the air, which would stop any spirit from running after her. It would be a wonder if they could move at all for the next half an hour, at least. 

Birgitta wouldn’t follow her, either. She’d be too worried about the remaining weather spirits to leave their side, and she knew where she would be able to find Victoria later, either way, so there was no need to worry about her at the moment. This was the only thing Victoria hadn’t prepared logically for. And yet, she knew it. Her heart told her so.

Just like it told her, as it pumped to the best of its ability oxygenated blood to a body so unused to running, that she would regret the past two minutes for as long as she had breath in her.

                                                      .........

The day dawned gloomily, but it took Victoria a while to notice it, since she hadn’t even gone to sleep that night. Since arriving home, exhausted from coming on foot straight from the camping grounds, she’d stayed up making sure that the containment station was suitable for the creature that would now inhabit it. She’d tried talking to it, of course. She told it not to worry, that she only wanted to study it and run some experiments and then she’d release it again. It hadn’t trusted her, naturally. At that point, it would be surprising if anyone did ever again.

Her mind felt torn; half of it dazzling with her newest conquest, half of it as tempestuous as the weather outside. The spirits were gathering up to attack the Bureau, she was sure of it, and all the possible protections were already in place. The only other thing she could think of doing was distracting them, and that she would do soon enough. There was another matter she needed to tend to first, however.

Picking up her phone, she saw that there were no texts. The only notifications were the same missed calls from Birgitta from when she’d been running home, but when Victoria had failed to pick any of them up, she’d apparently given up. Which wasn’t a comforting thought at all.

Her finger hovered above the “call” button, but after a couple of seconds of debating her options, she sighed and stored her phone away in her pocket. Even she could see that her actions had been too serious to be explained over a phone call; she’d have to do it in person.

More times than necessary, she certified herself that the containment station was in full order, and that the child couldn’t escape. After doing so, she put on a raincoat and left the Bureau.

The streets were empty when she left the weather station’s van; it was still too early in the day for most people to be out and about. With her hoodie covering part of her face, not many people greeted her along the way, both because she wasn’t recognizable and because she probably looked a little insane like that. Truly, she’d decided to wear it so that the spirits couldn’t identify her from above, but it seemed to have the added bonus of not having to fake smiles for strangers.

When she arrived at Birgitta’s building, she climbed the - now very familiar - three flights of stairs and placed herself at her door. She knocked, and was just considering knocking again when Birgitta’s voice came from the other side.

“What do you want?”

She’d been wondering how mad her girlfriend would be at her. Apparently it was ‘won’t even open the door’ mad. Understandable, truly.

“I want to give you an explanation.” She tried not to sound like she could feel her drumming heart in her ears, and her skin itchy with the effort of retaining all the tension in her body. Her only hope was that Birgitta’s peephole wasn’t so good as to allow her to notice all of her discomfort through the lens. “I’m sorry for tricking you, and for running away without a word. I have reasons for doing what I did.”

“For kidnapping a child?” She snapped, making Victoria flinch back. “For breaching the trust those creatures had in me? For using me to get what you wanted? Do you, Victoria? Do you really have a good reason for using me all along to get what you wanted?”

“I wasn’t using you all along! I wasn’t using you at all!” Victoria gasped, hoping it was the truth. “I love you! I really do. This was just something that I had to do.”

Her laugh was dark and ironic, too unlike the usual melodious sound that always made Victoria’s heart pick up pace. It was awful; the noise didn’t fit Birgitta at all. And the worst thing was that Victoria knew it was her own fault, even if she didn’t see it the way her girlfriend did.

“Why?”

“Think of everything we could do!” Her brain scrambled to remember all the justifications she’d made for herself over the years of working on that project. “Potentialize agriculture, prevent damage, upgrade the fishing industry-”

“Those aren’t yours to change! They aren’t yours to control!” Birgitta groaned from the other side of the door. “Nature takes care of those things herself for a reason. If you want to play God, there's nothing more I can do to stop you. But I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Who would have guessed that the sound of a heart breaking resembled thunder. Victoria could have sworn it would have felt more like delicate machinery short circuiting, or something more subtle, but she’d apparently underestimated the power it had.

“I thought you supported me!” She begged, foolishly holding on to the hope that she’d fallen asleep during her vigil and this was just a bad dream. Never before had she allowed herself to believe that this conversation would go this badly. “I- I thought you loved me too!”

“Yeah? Well, there’s a reason for that.” Birgitta chuckled, even though Victoria could hear that her voice was strained with the effort she was doing not to cry even with inches of wood between them. Her own voice wavered when she answered, fearful of what blow would come next.

“Which is?”

“I thought I knew you. Guess we were both wrong.”

                                                    …......

No more phone calls. No more sharing how their days went. No more looking forward to the weekends because she knew something lovely and exciting would be waiting for her, even if it was just staying over at each other’s houses. There would be nothing more of any of that in Victoria’s life.

When she left the building, there were no tears streaming down her face. She didn’t feel like she had the energy for that. But there was a new, resolute set to her shoulders, and an eerie silence in her chest. 

She would fulfil her research. She’d see it to the end if it was the last thing she did; after all, it was the only thing she had to live for anymore, and there was nothing that could stop her. 

Especially not a silly heart.

As she walked back to the van, she rolled her eyes at the weather spirits gathering above the town. As powerful as they were, if her theories were correct they shouldn’t be able to sense the child, not from inside the containment station. Victoria was ready, either way, and she’d keep her focus, scattering substances similar to those in her grenade every now and then so that they remained disoriented. She hadn’t more than a thought to spare for them; her own mind felt a lot darker than the sky at that moment. Unless something happened, they would eventually lose the scent they were after and scatter, only to pick it up again if they gathered nearby again for too long. It was already unlikely, and if the powers that be had any love for her in their hearts, the spirits wouldn’t do something of the sort.

And if they did, she could distract them by sending a probe to their midst to incite an argument. Spirits loved to debate, surely that would take them off of their track, if needs be.

She was out of the town as quickly as she was in. There was nothing holding her back anymore.

She didn’t understand why that fact hurt so much.

#this is the fic I've wanted to write ever since I thought up this ship IM SO EXCITED TO BE POSTING IT!!!! #raven scientist #raven scientist ship #my fic #verse: n vs. n #fic: lywd #victoria van gale #the raven leader hilda

[bomberqueen17]

kitchen remodel saga part 1?

I don’t know if I’ve posted about this already but Dude and I are going to get the kitchen of our house remodeled. It’s original to the house, it’s from 1950, it’s very dated, the cabinets were very high-end and remain lovely, being real wood and all, but are starting to have hardware failures. We had to replace the stove and fridge already, the sink faucet is starting to go, the sink sprayer broke, the linoleum floor is damaged in a couple of places, it’s got yellow wallpaper, it’s just-- gotta get redone. Right? Right.

We don’t know how much that costs so we don’t know how much to budget. We don’t know any contractors, of course. We don’t really know what we’re looking for. So Dude asked around. A coworker had just had his kitchen done, and recommended a place. So we went there.

Before we came in for a meeting with the specialist, she had us write down anything we really cared about. What do I know about interior design? Nothing, but I do know what I do and don’t like, in a kitchen. I only had a few things I wanted to note down.

The first thing on the list was, no stone countertops. They’re ugly, I think, but more than that, they’re prone to staining, they need special cleaning I think, they’re not *that* heat proof, they’re so hard that anything you set down too hard breaks, they’re so heavy you need special cabinets to hold them and a special process to make them level-- just, in every single way, they’re what I hate about current fashion. So I went in with a bulletproof rock-solid (ha) number one: No stone countertops.

Heh. This place only offers stone countertops. The choices of countertop surface were quartz, granite, marble, or quartzite.

“Okay how about not stone, though,” I tried, and probably I should have just walked out, because the answer was, only stone.

But. Dude was like. Let’s at least get a quote. We gotta start somewhere. But what is the point, I ask you, of getting a quote for a thing you do not want? Stone countertops mean you gotta have special cabinets and a special process to make them level and like none of that is going to apply in any way at all if we go with a laminate or butcher block countertop like we wanted. Like, it’s not even going to be the same kind of cabinets.

(Also, I was like, “i don’t like those microwaves that are supposed to act as range hoods, I don’t think they do a good job, I’d rather just have one on a shelf.” “Oh,” she said, “it’ll have to go on a countertop.” “... No,” I said, “I’d like one on a shelf, there’s never enough counter space and we’re both tall enough to reach a shelf, that would work better for me.” She stared at me. “You can’t put a microwave on a shelf,” she said, “your only other option is to put it in a drawer.” “You can’t put a microwave on a shelf,” I said, flat with disbelief; I grew up with a microwave on a shelf, two of my sisters have microwaves on shelves, I cannot think of a single reason on God’s green fucking earth that you could not put a microwave on a shelf, unless there is some newly-enacted law prohibiting it??? “Right,” she said. “But drawer microwaves are the thing now! We have one in the display upstairs, go check it out.” We dutifully trooped over to the display. It was in fact a drawer, that slid into the kitchen island and somehow was also a microwave. It was hideous, it looked impossible to clean, it was a steam-burn-accident waiting to happen, and it was two thousand dollars. “I will die before I get a drawer microwave,” I said, and we said to her, much more politely, “No, thanks, we don’t want a drawer microwave.” and inwardly resolved to have a shelf installed and maybe a power outlet put near it and we’d just put the microwave on our shelf ourselves and maybe the authorities wouldn’t find out.)

Anyway.

We had this specialist come to our house, which I wasn’t wild about, but okay, she could measure the room at least, get some idea of what we already have. We have a few pieces of furniture we’ve put in, a stainless steel counter and a wooden buffet sideboard thing, to hold all our dishes and give us some workspace since the existing kitchen had like two square feet of counter, so we pointed those out to her, and said we were planning to get rid of those. And we pointed out the table, where we eat, since we don’t have a dining room. And we explained that we wanted the half-wall to go, since it was sort of passe, we felt, to divide the kitchen proper from the dinette-- just make the whole thing kitchen, and get rid of the awkward corner cabinets. Cool cool, all on the same page, no problem.

So we went in yesterday to see her rendering. And I liked the look of it, it was nice to see the kitchen laid out a little differently. She hadn’t changed much, the stove and fridge were in the same place, sink in the same place, fine and dandy, didn’t mind that.

I didn’t actually notice right away, but as she was finished showing us the last wall, Dude was like “... where do we eat?”

She gave us a blank look. “Oh,” she said, “well, in the dining room.”

...

we don’t have a dining room. Our house is quite small. The next room is the living room, and has just enough room for a sectional couch, a coffee table, an armchair, and a couple of small bookshelves. There’s no room for a dining table there, not unless we ditch everything but the sectional.

Also she’d put in a drawer microwave. “I mean,” she said, “you don’t have to go with that, it’s just, it’ll take up so much room on this counter...”

“We could put it in the dining room,” I said, sotto voce, to Dude.

This is my new personal meme. Anything I don’t have room for can just go be in the dining room, where I’ll eat, since there’s no room in this kitchen for a table.

Sorry, but are eat-in kitchens illegal now too??????????????

I feel like even rich people eat in their kitchens sometimes???? what’s wrong with a kitchen table???

I am feeling like my way of life is under attack here, not gonna lie. Is the kitchen table no longer sacred???

also, insult to injury, or injury to insult, my dang sister who i was helping move has a new house that has a slate floor in the kitchen which is fucking terrible and now my phone is dead from getting knocked off the counter onto that slate floor so i am like even more wildly dead-set on an Absolutely No Stone Surfaces In My House vendetta and yet again we have confirmed, this place can only sell us countertops made out of stone and I will not have stone surfaces in my house i am too clumsy and will fucking break myself and everything i own for the love of god i will not compromise on this but like

i don’t know, i am losing faith

please don’t let me end up spending more on a kitchen remodel than on my undergraduate education only to wind up with nowhere to eat and stone countertops upon which i instantly shatter my skull, please no

#about the author #kitchen remodeling #adulting is hell

[onceuponastory]

normal - steve kemp x reader: chapter nine: survival instinct

“In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil” - gods and monsters by lana del rey

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Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This chapter has mentions of death, murder, stabbing, cannibalism, serial killers, kidnapping, manipulation, a lot of blood, graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, and weapons (specifically knives). Also a tiny smut mention. Once again, everything Steve does to people in Fresh is a warning. And of course, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler, because those two are warnings all on their own, let alone together. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: The penultimate chapter is here! Can you believe we’re on number nine already? I’m sorry it took me so long to write it, but I hope you like it. I’m not sure if my taglist was notified about chapter eight, so if you haven’t read it, please read that first. This chapter is not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Also, hope you all like the new header I made!

As soon as he’s finished reading the note, Steve’s blood boils, and he throws the letter down angrily. “Shit!” He hisses, angrily kicking one of the kitchen cabinets. He’s going to kill that bastard. Yet, despite his anger, an overwhelming feeling of guilt overtakes Steve. If he hadn’t been so angry and listened to Y/N’s worries, or even went back to the house with her, this wouldn’t have happened. 

And now, she might be dead. But even if she’s not dead, what if she hates him? What if she resents him for failing to keep her safe? That possibility tears him up inside. Y/N’s the love of his life. He can’t lose her. Honestly, Steve’s still confused by his seeming complete change of heart and personality for Y/N. After all, he used to relish in terrorising her, just like everyone else he’d ever met. Yet Y/N was different from everyone else. From their first meeting, he sensed some kind of connection, and strange feelings he had towards her.

They were unexplainable at first, but now he knows it was the first sign of him falling in love with her. That’s partly why he was so unwelcoming to Y/N at first, hoping that scaring her away would stop his strange feelings for her, the one woman he could never have. The person who would always see him as a monster. In fact, keeping her away only made the feelings stronger. When he finally admitted it to himself, he felt so much better. Even though he knew he couldn’t tell Y/N, not wanting to put her at risk. After all, the whole reason he took her when he broke out was to keep her safe. Safe from people like Nick Fowler. And now he’s completely failed, and might lose the one person he loves the most in this world. He can’t let that happen. He has to save her.

Grabbing the letter, Steve looks over it once more. ‘Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. When we all fall asleep, where do we go?’ Steve knows where Nick means immediately and he quickly rushes out of the door. “Just hold on Y/N. I’m coming.”

Pain. That’s all Y/N recognises. Pain. The back of her head is throbbing, and her entire body feels like it's screaming at her. Everything hurts, even breathing. As Y/N winces in pain, she can taste something metallic in her mouth. It doesn’t take her long to realise what the taste is. God, Nick must’ve hit her pretty hard. A strange moaning noise fills the air, and Y/N doesn’t even want to think about where it’s coming from. She just wants to leave and go back to Steve. 

Steve. God knows what he’s thinking right now. No doubt he thinks she’s fled and gone to the FBI and CIA to spill everything. “No. He won’t think that. He can’t. Steve loves me, and I love him. He has to know that.” She thinks. Their argument flashes through her mind again, and Y/N sniffs. The last thing she and Steve did was argue. And now she might never be able to tell him she’s sorry. Steve’s pained face haunts her memory. He looked so hurt by her words. Not that she blames him, though. After all, she basically told him she hates being with him. Or at least, that’s how it came across. Hopefully, he heard her screaming or realised something was wrong, and he’s looking for her. 

Even though at this rate, Y/N’s not holding out much hope. So, it’s time to save herself. Using all her strength just to lift her body off the floor, Y/N tries to sit up, clenching her teeth to get through the pain. Immediately, she regrets her decision as the pain in her head amplifies, and she becomes even dizzier. Yet despite how weak she feels, Y/N knows she has to push through, because her survival depends on it. She tries to use her hands to steady herself, but she can’t move them. She wiggles her wrists, feeling the hard plastic of a zip tie digging into her skin. Shit.

Still, she tries to push herself up, but her body is too weak to support itself, and it drops. She lands with a dull thud against the floorboards, the sharp pain in her side intensifying as her body hits the ground. A moan of pain escapes her lips, and she sobs. So that’s where the moaning noise was coming from. Her. “Please…someone. Help me.” She whimpers, too weak to even try to scream. Her words come out as muffled, and Y/N realises that Nick’s probably stuck tape over her mouth. The building is silent, aside from the noise of the storm still raging outside. Would anyone even hear her scream? Wincing, Y/N looks around wherever she’s being kept. 

She realises where she is almost immediately. There are two stained glass windows, one across from her and one a few feet away. Their faces stare down at her, as if they’re judging her. Nick brought her to the church, and by the looks of it, stuffed her in a cramped back room somewhere. The room is musty and dirty, and Y/N realises it’s definitely not been used in a while. So she’s going to die in an abandoned church. Great. In a way, the room’s musty smell reminds her of the cabin. But at least that place was a home for her, somewhere for her to live her dream life with Steve, even if only for a little while. This place is a nightmare, rather than a dream. 

Yet strangely, the sight of the stained glass windows and their judgemental faces almost makes Y/N laugh. After all, her parents and co-workers always thought her job made her a monster. And now, Nick’s brought her to be judged before she dies. Even though Y/N doesn’t want to die, deep down, a part of her wonders if it’s what she deserves. Dying all alone, with everyone she knows hating her. 

She squeezes her eyes shut, hoping that if she tries hard enough, she’ll wake up, everything will be over, and Nick Fowler will be far away from her. She knows it’s useless to try, but it’s not like she has any other options. It’s like what she used to do when she was a child: hiding under her blankets and singing to herself in the hopes it made the monsters go away. Her parents told her to do that, actually. She knows now that they did it so they didn’t have to deal with her waking them up every night, but back then, she thought the power of her singing could save herself. Of course, the real world doesn’t work like that. In the real world, monsters are a lot less easy to spot. She knows that for sure now. 

Another memory enters her mind then, one from a few days ago. Steve had found an old radio in the cabin, and with the help of George, got it working. Steve pulled her up to dance as the room filled with music.

“Oh no. I can’t dance. Trust me, you do not want me stepping on your toes Steve.” Y/N laughed, but Steve pulled her close, grinning as he twirled her under his arm. 

“Y/N. I have been waiting months to hold you and dance with you like this.” He whispered, peppering kisses all over her which made her giggle. “And I’m not letting go of you yet.” As the music played on, Y/N and Steve danced together, safe and comfortable in the other’s embrace. Soon, the vocals of Ella Fitzgerald played, and Steve smiled. “Come on, sing with me.”

“Absolutely not. I can’t sing either.” Steve laughed. 

“That’s such a lie. I heard you in the shower.” Still though, Y/N shook her head, and Steve sighed. “Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper…’I love you’” Steve mouthed, kissing her once more.

Y/N would give anything to return to that moment. To be safe with the one she loves, dancing to Ella Fitzgerald in their new home together.

With a groan, Y/N rolls over onto her back. Even though she knows it doesn’t work, it still doesn’t hurt to try singing again. And besides, at least she can close her eyes and imagine she’s singing to Steve. And at least she’ll die doing something that brings her comfort. Taking a shaky breath, Y/N begins to sing. “Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper, ‘I love you’…birds singing in the sycamore trees…dream a little dream of me.”

As time goes on, Y/N drifts in and out of daydreams. Her pain has subsided a little, but that doesn’t mean that this nightmare is over. As she lays there, thinking over the good times she had in her life (mostly with Steve), she wonders what’s going to happen to her. Maybe she’s just going to be left here to die slowly from all her injuries. Or maybe Nick is coming back to finish the job.

Whatever it is, by this point, she just hopes that it’s over quickly.

“Look who’s awake!” Nick’s voice sounds, and a chill fills Y/N’s blood. Speak of the Devil. Immediately, her mind goes back through all her training and what she’s supposed to do in this sort of situation. And to think she used to be terrified it would be Steve doing this to her in a situation like this, and thought Nick would be the one to save her. If only she knew back then how wrong she was. Steve has left marks of love and protection on her, and Nick has only caused pain and destruction. Y/N casts her mind back to the times she spent with Steve, and to the love they shared. Finally, after everything life put her through: all the rejection and the pain, she was happy. 

And now, she’s about to lose it all. 

Nick peers down at her, the fear on Y/N’s face making him smirk. “Did you sleep well, sweetheart?” He mocks, knowing how much she hates hearing that nickname from him. The more he calls her that, the more Y/N wants to punch him. “I’d say I was sorry about all…this.” He sighs. “But I’m not though. This is what you get when you don’t do what you’re told, Y/N. You should’ve kept your nose out of this.”

Y/N stares up at Nick, using her eyes to plead with him to let her go…or at least to just make things easier for her. “You know, even though I wish you kept your nose out of things, for an FBI Agent, I’m surprised it took you so long to realise that I was behind everything. You were so sure you’d stop me, and thought you were better than me because you discovered my secret.” He leans in close, grinning maniacally. “Little did you know, you hadn’t even scratched the surface of just how bad I am. All you cared about was a few little lies on my file. Bet you’re regretting it now, aren’t you?” He asks, and Y/N nods.

“Just play into his narcissism. Don’t fight him. Fight it, and we die.” She tells herself. Even though she knows she’s going to die anyway at this point. People like Nick don’t leave witnesses.

“But look where we are now, and how everything has changed. It all ends here, Y/N. And I win.” He laughs. “Oh, don’t worry, though. Steve’s coming to save you. He should be here soon, actually.” Immediately, Y/N’s heart rate increases. Steve’s coming? Here? Even though she knows it’s foolish, hope fills her body. She might actually be okay after all. Seeing the optimism on her face, Nick chuckles. “Yes. I knew it was no fun without him here, and besides, you’re both important to my endgame, so I left him a note telling him where we are. Not that I made things easy, though.” He sighs. “He really loves you, you know? It’s so…pitiful. He could’ve been so great, so evil, but he just had to let love get in the way.”

Y/N ignores Nick’s comments, too happy and comforted by Steve coming to save her. He does love her. They’re going to stop Nick, and then they’ll live happily together. Just like they deserve. And then, something hits her in the side. Y/N screams as more pain shoots across her body. Although the tape across her mouth muffles it, the sound is still loud, and Nick laughs. “Unfortunately, though, just because he’s coming to save you doesn’t mean that you two are getting out of here alive.” Another kick lands on her body, and another moan of pain follows from Y/N. “And it doesn’t mean that you have to be in a good condition for him either.” Another kick lands, and Y/N whimpers in pain, her body shaking. “God, I love that noise.” Nick grins. “Especially when it comes from you.”

A Few Days Earlier.

“You’re saying…what?” Y/N’s boss frowns incredulously. 

“That there’s something shady going on with Nick Fowler.” The man who almost bumped into Nick replies. “He got a text, headed to the bathrooms and then shot out of here like a bat out of hell. I don’t know what it was about. It could be nothing, but given everything that’s been going on recently, he might have a lead and is holding out on us.”

Y/N’s boss sighs, massaging his temples with his finger. “I see. Thank you.” The man nods and leaves the room. “Fuck. Two missing agents, an escaped cannibal and now one agent might be dirty. That’s just what I need.”

After raining down a few more blows, Nick stands over Y/N, watching as she whimpers and writhes around in pain. Then, the muffled sound of a creaking door echoes across the building, and Y/N’s heart almost stops. “Okay Fowler, I’m here. I came alone, just like you said.” Steve calls. “Now, where is she?” Y/N almost starts crying. Steve. He’s here. Nick was right, he’s come to save her. Immediately, a look of dark excitement takes over Nick’s face. One that chills her blood. Disregarding the tape on her mouth, Y/N tries to scream a warning out to Steve, hoping he hears her. Nick harshly grabs her arm, yanking her up and holding her at his side. His tight grip on her arm makes Y/N cry out in pain.

“Now, now, there’s no need for that.” He tuts. “I’ll have to kill you both sooner than expected if you keep acting up. And I’ll kill you before you can say goodbye to your boyfriend properly. Do you want that?” He asks, and Y/N shakes her head, her tears and whimpering now just a sniffle. Nick grins. “Good girl. Just do as you’re told, and everything will be fine. For now.”

Nick opens the door and walks into the main room of the church. Y/N registers something, probably a knife, being held at her throat, and she tries to hide her tears, knowing that it’ll give Nick even more of a sick gratification. Mostly, though, it’s because she knows that the second Steve hears her cries, he’s going to hurt Nick. And whilst she wants him to save her more than anything, and she knows Steve is more than capable of handling himself, Y/N also knows that Nick is unpredictable, and he’s the one in control here. The last thing she wants is for Steve to end up dead.

Y/N and Nick round the corner, and come face to face with Steve. “Hello Steve. How nice of you to join us.” Nick smirks. Steve’s face drops.

“Nick. Let her go.” He orders, his voice the lowest and the most threatening Y/N has ever heard it. “This is between me and you. You can do whatever you want with me. Just don’t hurt Y/N. This has nothing to do with her.”

In response, Nick laughs. “Oh, look at you trying to play at being the hero like that’ll work. Like you’re not as much of a psycho as I am. What, you want me to let her go so she can run away and tell everyone the truth, and then I’ll have the whole of the FBI and CIA breathing down my back?” Nick shakes his head. “I don’t think so. And besides, Y/N has everything to do with this. After all, she’s the one who brought us all together!” 

Y/N glances over at Steve. His face seethes with a rage she’s never seen from him before, and both his fists clench angrily. “You really have no idea who I am, do you, Steve?” Nick asks.

“An annoying piece of shit?” Nick laughs sardonically. 

“Not that. When you first started out with your little…operation, do you remember hearing about the one at the top? The one everyone wanted to be, and the one everyone feared? You’re looking at him.” As a look of confusion dawns on Steve’s face, Nick grins. “Yup. Y/N’s little theory was right after all. Even down to the bite marks. I was you before you even existed, Steve.” He chuckles, before continuing. “We’re so alike, you and I. Except I don’t get caught, despite the attempts of both you and Y/N.” Steve looks back over at Y/N, an apologetic look on his face. Y/N nods, hoping he understands she forgives him for not believing him. “You were determined back then. I’ll give you that. But you were also a pest, who threatened my spot at the top. Just like your little girlfriend here.” Nick’s voice becomes angrier, and he steps forward, dragging Y/N with him.

“Nick, listen to me-” Steve tries to argue back, but Nick ignores him and continues his tirade.

“And that’s why you had to go. Just one call from a ‘concerned business partner’...and the problem went away.” The realisation strikes both Y/N and Steve immediately.

“That was you?!” Steve gasps. Nick nods.

“I’ve been working my whole fucking life to be at the top, and if you think I’m letting some nobody agent and failure like you take it away from me….” Nick hisses, laughing breathlessly. “Then you have another thing coming.” He looks between them both, his smile manic. The look he gives them both terrifies Y/N even more. She’s never seen him this unhinged before. “And that’s why we’re all here now. Because I have two problems that I need to solve.” As Nick grips Y/N’s body even tighter as she tries to squirm out of his grasp, she yelps in pain again.

“Nick, she was just doing her job. I’m the one you have the issue with. So again, let her go.” Steve orders. Nick huffs, shaking his head.

“How many times do I have to tell you-” He grunts angrily. However, Nick stops himself mid rant, and he regards Steve with a frown. “You know something, Steve? For how much you like to pretend that you’re the one in control, and that you’re the true monster…you really are so weak. You could’ve been great, like me. But you let yourself get clouded by love, and now you’re throwing everything away for her. Is that really what you want, Steve? To choose Y/N over all the fame and fortune?”

Y/N can see that Nick’s words are impacting Steve, as he takes time to choose his next response. As the time it takes Steve to reply increases, Y/N becomes more and more worried about what he’ll say. She knows he loves her, and he came back to save her, but what if she’s not enough anymore? What if he goes with Nick? After all, the first few times they interacted, Steve was arrogant, and he definitely enjoyed tormenting and manipulating her. When she challenged his character, he was furious with her. Of course, running a cannibalistic enterprise isn’t exactly Y/N’s idea of a dream life, but she can see why it would be so appealing to Steve, especially after being deprived of it for so long. 

Suddenly, Steve speaks, cutting into Y/N’s worries. “You’re right. It would be nice to be at the top again, and to have all my notoriety and money back does sound appealing.” Steve admits. “But I can get that back later. I love Y/N, and I brought her here so we could finally be together, and so I could protect her from people like you. So I choose her.” Y/N breathes a sigh of relief, and Nick scoffs.

“Well, it’s your choice.” He shrugs. “Just as long as you remember, I kissed her first…and fucked her first, too.” Nick’s words set off Steve’s anger, and he charges forward, his fist held out for a punch. Before Steve can strike Nick, however, Nick presses the knife deeper into Y/N’s neck, and she lets out another cry. “I really wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Nick smirks, and Steve backs off. “Good boy. You know, when you two ran away, I was so angry. But now that we’re all together again, I can finally enact my new plan.”

“What are you going to do to us?” Steve asks. “Kill Y/N and take me back to prison? Because I swear to you, Fowler, I will fight and argue until my dying breath about what you are until someone listens.”

“Oh no, you’re both going to die. Make no mistake about that. I can’t have any loose ends, I’m afraid. And poor Y/N will be the first to go.” Nick removes the knife from her neck and begins tracing it down her cheek, laughing as she whimpers in fear. “You know, I really love that noise, don’t you, Steve?” Y/N’s eyes look over to Steve, watching as he seethes with rage. “And I’ll make sure you hear it all.” Nick promises. Y/N and Steve’s eyes meet once again.

“I’m sorry.” Steve mouths. Her eyes welling up again, Y/N nods. And then, an idea enters her mind. Gesturing her head towards Steve, Y/N then moves her head towards Nick slightly. She does it a few times until he realises what she means. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Steve nodding. Another, small breath of relief escapes Y/N’s lips. 

Hopefully, this plan works.

“Poor Y/N, kidnapped and murdered so brutally by the cannibal who she thought loved her. Just don’t ask which cannibal it was, though.” Nick laughs, the sensation of his hot breath against Y/N’s neck making her squirm. “But not to worry, because Nick Fowler saved the day and killed him too. In self defence, of course. It’s just a shame he couldn’t save Y/N too. At least the heroic welcome will be worth it.” Nick grins.

Quickly, whilst Nick is distracted looking at Y/N, Steve rushes forward once more, tackling him to the ground. The force makes Nick release his grasp on Y/N, and the knife clatters to the floor. Immediately, Steve unleashes his anger on Nick. The pair roll around on the floor as the air is full of the sound of moans and punches. Y/N goes towards them to help Steve, even though there’s not much she can do with her hands tied. As soon as she takes a few steps forward, she falls to the floor. She doesn’t even take time to register the pain shooting throughout her legs, and instead begins crawling away from the scene and towards safety as best she can. 

And then, something glinting on the floor stops her. The knife. Her and Steve’s chance out of here. Whilst Nick is still distracted, she grabs it, disappearing behind the pews. Holding it in her hands, she tries to cut through the ties binding her wrist, hissing every so often as the blade pricks her skin instead of the hard plastic. The sounds of fighting and moaning continue to fill the air, and Y/N doesn’t even want to know who’s making that noise anymore. She just wants to get Steve and get out of here as soon as possible.

Once she’s finally freed herself, Y/N peels off the tape covering her mouth, taking a few deep breaths as she’s finally able to breathe properly again. Grabbing the knife, she stands up. Although she’s still a little unsteady on her feet, Y/N stalks towards Nick and Steve, the knife held in her outstretched hand.

“Nick!” she calls, the sound of her voice causing both men to stop and look at her. Both of their faces are bloody and bruised, and Nick is still gripping Steve’s arm. “Let him go. Now.” She orders. Nick smirks.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I’m okay. You should just get out of here and let me deal with him.” Y/N stays where she is, promising not to leave him. Nick looks between them both, grinning as an idea forms in his head.

“You know, Steve, I’m surprised you’re fighting so hard for her. Because you know what’s going to happen when this is all over, right?” Nick asks. “Your one true love over there is going to call her superiors, and your ass is going to get hauled back into jail again for another life sentence. This time in a maximum security prison, with no visitors.” Steve stops, frowning. “What? Do you think she wouldn’t? Oh please, don’t be so naïve. It’s what people like Y/N do. They save the world from monsters like you and I, and then they lock us up and throw away the key. You’re no different just because she supposedly loves you.” 

“No. You’re lying. She wouldn’t.” Steve shakes his head. Yet, despite Steve’s attempts to seem controlled, something in his facial expression shifts, causing Nick to smirk.

“Oh, are you sure about that? Go on then. Ask her. See how much she actually trusts you.”

“Steve, come on. He’s trying to manipulate you. It’s what he does.” Y/N argues. “I trust you. I promise.” Despite her insistence, Steve looks conflicted. Strangely, though, he seems more upset than angry at the idea of Y/N’s betrayal. And that look tears her up inside. 

“Just tell me the truth. Are you going to put me back in prison? After everything we’ve gone through? After I came back for you, and I chose you?” Steve asks, his voice softer and on the verge of cracking. Y/N’ frowns, wondering why the hell Steve’s choosing to listen to Nick Fowler right now, especially considering the bullshit he’s saying. However, her silence speaks volumes to Steve, and he gasps angrily. Still, she sees a look of hurt crossing his face, which tears her up inside. “No. No, no, no. If you think I’m setting foot in that fucking prison again, you have another thing coming.” He hisses. Nick lets go of Steve’s arm, and he chuckles.

“You know, I wanted to kill you both first, but this is just so much more entertaining. Tearing the star-crossed lovers apart.” Steve’s fist clenches angrily, and he turns back around.

“You better-” But Y/N gets to him first. Without another word, she drops the knife, walks up and rams her elbow into Nick’s face. It connects with his nose with a sick crack, and he swears, hissing in pain. Then, Y/N brings her fist back once more, connecting it with the side of Nick’s head. He tries to fight back, clawing against her face, but Y/N’s fury is too much for him, and she continues to strike him. After a few more punches, Nick collapses to the floor. 

“That shut him up for once.” Y/N states.

Meanwhile, back in the FBI H.Q, Nick's contact sits in an interview room. He watches as Y/N’s boss circles him. “Tell us what you told Nick Fowler.” The contact says nothing, looking at Y/N’s boss with a smirk. “Come on. We all know you’ve been speaking to each other. No phone is untraceable.” Still, the contact is silent. Huffing, Y/N’s boss pulls out a file. “Kid, you’re looking at multiple charges here. It's just…we’re all wondering what a prestigious agent like Nick is doing fraternising with someone who has a criminal record as long as yours.” The contact scoffs, finally breaking his silence.

“Prestigious? Is that what he told you? You don’t know anything about what he’s truly like.” Y/N’s boss frowns.

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, I don’t think so! It doesn’t work like that. I’ll only tell my secrets if I get something out of it.”

“We planned for that. You’ll get a reduced sentence, but only if you tell us everything about your relationship to Nick Fowler.” The contact grins. “Do we have a deal?”

“I think we do.”

Meanwhile, Y/N and Steve watch as Nick sleeps, still out cold. “Okay, we should go while he’s knocked out.” Y/N orders. Yet, Steve doesn’t move. “Steve, what are you doing? Come on, let’s go!”

“Not before you tell me if you’re sending me to prison. Because I’m not leaving with you just so you can send me back there.” Huffing, Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Steve, do we really have to do this now? I don’t know what’s going to happen!” Despite her frustration though, Steve’s disbelief and distrust of her breaks her heart. Does he really think so little of her?

“Stop bullshitting me and just answer me!” Steve orders, the volume and tone of his voice making Y/N jump. “Am I going back to prison?” Y/N sighs.

“I don’t know! Probably! But it’s not like I’m going to have much of a choice, is it? They’re going to assume everything I say to save you is because I have Stockholm Syndrome or something.”

“So you’re not even going to fucking fight for me? Is that it?” Even though he’s still trying to put on a brave face, Y/N can tell there’s something more to it, and that Steve is more hurt than angry. 

“I didn’t say that! What I did say, though, is that Nick’s just trying to manipulate you. Clearly, it’s working. Why are you listening to him anyway, after everything he’s done to us both?”

“Because!” Steve snaps. When he sees the look on Y/N’s face, his face falls, and he sighs sadly. “Because…I love you so much, and when I found out you were missing and Nick had you, it destroyed me. I’m supposed to protect you. It’s why I brought you here, after all. And I failed.” He dips his head for a moment, and Y/N swears she can hear a sniffle.

“Steve….”

“On the way over here, I was so worried that you were hurt. And well…you are.” He sighs. “And after our argument and your kidnap, I thought you stopped loving me. I know it sounds stupid, but the last thing I want to do is lose you and have you stop loving me.” He admits. Y/N’s face softens. How could he ever think that she’d stop loving him? She reaches out to touch Steve, but he flinches away. “So when Nick said you were going to turn me in, I thought it was true. But to be honest…a part of me thinks I deserve to spend the rest of my life in prison. Especially after everything I’ve done to you.” Steve scoffs. “God, so much for me being a scary monster, huh? Nick was right, after all. I am a weakling.”

“No, you’re not.” Y/N sighs. “You came to save me. That’s not weak.” Looking over at Steve’s heartbroken face, Y/N knows that there’s no way she’d ever let him go. 

If only she could convince Steve of that.

“You know, though, I used to pride myself on being strong and scary. Especially when I first met you.” Y/N and Steve laugh, remembering the memory. “But somehow, as we grew closer, I think I stopped caring about not being scary. And even though I acted like it at first, I don’t want to hurt you either, or to chop you up. All I care about is you. You bring out the best parts of me, ones that I thought didn’t exist anymore. Or at all.” Steve sighs. “And if you turn me in, I don’t know what sort of person I’d be anymore.”

“Steve.” Y/N begins. “I promise you, I will not turn you in.”

“And why should I believe that?”

“Because I love you Steve!” Y/N sighs, tears stinging at her eyes again. “Fuck, I love you so much. I never stopped, even with this. These past few days with you have been the best time of my life, and I’m not ready for it to end yet. To be honest, I want to stay with you forever, and I’d follow you to the ends of the earth to make that happen.” Sniffling, she takes a breath. “But if you want to go, I understand. Go be free.” Saying those words feels like a knife is twisting in her gut, but she means every word. “Let me end this alone. I started this whole mess, and I’ll finish it.”

And yet, Steve doesn’t move. Although she’s so thankful he’s not running away and leaving her for good, his lack of movement still confuses her. Even after everything he said, she still thought he’d choose his freedom first. “Oh god, Y/N. I’m so sorry about everything. For not believing you right away, for the argument, for letting this happen to you….” Steve gasps suddenly, kissing her all over her face and body. “I love you so much.” He mumbles. And this time, Y/N believes him fully. “Y/N, you’re safe. You’re finally safe.” With those three words, everything hits Y/N at once. Yet, despite the chaos and danger of the moment, all she wants is to be held by Steve, to hold him in return, to be kissed by him, and kiss him all over. Because he came back for her, and he chose her. Immediately, Y/N falls into Steve’s arms, sobbing. He holds her tightly and protectively, and Y/N even swears she hears Steve crying too.

“I love you too.” She presses her lips to Steve, kissing him passionately. The pair stand there for a few moments, each savouring the embrace of the other. Because deep down, they know it could still be the last time they see each other. 

“Y/N, go. Run as far away as you can and never look back.” Steve whispers. “I can’t let you put yourself in danger. Let me end this. You’ll be safe from us both, and you can finally live a normal life.” Y/N shakes her head.

“Normal? My life hasn’t ever been normal. And I told you. I’m the one that brought us into this mess, and I’m going to help you finish it.” Steve tries to argue with her, but Y/N is staunch in her decision. “I’m not leaving you.” She takes his hand, squeezing it tightly. “And besides, we’re too intertwined with this care to separate now. We met trying to solve this case, and now we’ll end it together.” Knowing it’s foolish to argue with her any longer, Steve nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“God, I love you.” As Nick stirs, Steve squeezes Y/N’s hand. “Ready?” He asks, and she nods. “Then let’s go stop a serial killer.”

As Nick wakes up, the pain hits him. Along with the sensation of blood trickling from his nose. “Fuck.” He hisses, standing up. Y/N and Steve stand across from him, watching his every move. Steve protectively stands in front of Y/N, shielding her with his body. Nick scoffs. “Aww, you two think you can stop me. How sweet.” He mocks. “I’d advise you both to just quit whilst you’re ahead, because this little plan of yours is not going to work.” Neither of them move. “Alright. It’s your funeral.” Nick shrugs. “Let’s start with the girl who started it all.”

“No.” Steve orders. “You start with me. And I’ve been waiting for this one.” He charges forward again, punching Nick right in the face. As the pair start fighting again, Y/N grabs a discarded piece of wood, slamming it into the side of Nick’s head. The hit stuns him for a moment, and she hopes it gives Steve an advantage. Unfortunately, Nick doesn’t go down as she hoped. Instead, he turns his attention to her.

“You fucking bitch.” Nick hisses. Letting go of Steve, he grabs Y/N and throws her against the wall. Y/N immediately and harshly jabs her fist into Nick’s chest, pushing him back. When he frowns, she chuckles.

“Did you forget I did self defence in the FBI?” Instead, Nick laughs.

“No. Did you forget I did it in the CIA too?” He readies himself to strike her again, but Y/N is too quick for him. She shoves him back again, so hard that he stumbles. 

“I told you I wanted to solve this case, and I am going to. Dead or alive.” She hisses. Nick tries to strike her again, but she dodges his blows once more, even striking him a few times. Whilst Nick is distracted, Steve hits him again. With a huff, Nick shoves Steve so harshly that he falls back, hitting his head against a pew and landing on the floor with a sick thud. He doesn’t get back up. Immediately, Y/N stops fighting Nick.

“Steve!” She screams, feeling her heart almost stop. She runs towards him, but Nick’s voice sounds from behind her.

“Well, that was underwhelming.” Nick sighs. “Your turn, Y/N.” Nick grabs her leg before she can reach Steve, and he pulls her down. She hits the ground hard, but doesn’t even have time to register the pain before Nick is on top of her. He kneels on her chest to stop her from moving and to cut off her airway, grinning terrifyingly as she gasps for air. Y/N kicks at him with all her might, trying to push him off of her. It doesn’t work, yet she still continues to strain, clawing at Nick’s hands and head, hoping he lets go.

“Get…off me!” She gasps, even though she can feel herself becoming more and more tired. Y/N glances back at Steve, still lying on the floor, unresponsive. She keeps staring at him, hoping that somehow, if she keeps looking at him for long enough, he’ll wake up. “Please….” She whimpers. Even though, deep down, she knows it won’t work.

“He can’t save you this time. It’s just me and you.” Nick grins, peering down at her. “I have to commend you though Y/N. You really are a fighter, much more than my other victims. It’s just a shame you have to die.”

“Go to hell.” Y/N hisses. She still tries to fight back, but it’s becoming more and more difficult to breathe. She reaches her hand out, hoping to grab something, anything, to stop him. But there’s nothing. Even the piece of wood she used is too far for her to grab. A horrible realisation dawns. She’s going to die. This is when it all ends. Nick smirks.

“Is that the best you can do?” He presses his knee deeper into her chest, and Y/N lets out a moan of pain. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees what looks like a small flicker of movement from Steve. Yet, as Nick continues to press down on her chest and small black dots appear in her vision, Y/N swears the movement from Steve was just a hallucination. Something her mind is letting her see before she dies. Still though, Y/N looks over at Steve. Just in case there’s a chance he might save her after all. Yet there’s no other movement, and her heart sinks. 

So this is when she dies.

“How does it feel, Y/N?” Nick asks. “To know that I’ll always be your one failure, the one you couldn’t catch? To know that I’ll win?” Y/N can’t even find the strength to say anything. Seeing her slowly slipping away, Nick grins. He leans over, reaching out for his knife. As he does so, he moves his knee from her chest slightly. It’s only a slight movement, but it means that Y/N can finally get some more breath. As her lungs fill, a sense of injustice and a survival instinct kick in too. This isn’t how she wants to die, without even doing everything she wanted to with Steve. It’s not fair. She shoves Nick once more, enough to knock him back slightly, and he releases his grasp on her. Her sudden strength clearly surprises them both, but there’s no time to think about that now.

It’s time to survive. 

Y/N scrambles to her feet, trying to run towards Steve and to safety. But Nick is too fast for her. He grabs her and slams her against the wall once more. 

“Why are you being so difficult?” Nick hisses. He holds out the knife, the metal of it glinting in the light. “Now, stay still. It’ll all be over soon.” Nick grins. He thrusts his arm out towards her. Quickly, and without a second thought, Y/N grabs his wrist, pulling the knife away from her chest. His hit stabs her in the side, but the adrenaline and shock she’s under means she doesn’t feel it right away Even though he’s glad to have hit her, Nick’s still clearly shocked by her strength…as is Y/N. Yet, Nick readies the knife for another blow. “You know, I really am sorry Y/N. There’s just no other way for this to end.” Nick sighs. As he reaches out to stab her again, Y/N grabs his wrist once more. Despite the growing pain at her side, she turns Nick’s wrist, shoving the knife into his abdomen. A sickening noise sounds, and Nick groans in pain. He grips her shoulder tightly, trying to hold himself up. Y/N leans in close.

“Yes, there is.” She hisses. “And this time, I win.” 

“You…fucking bitch.” Nick hisses. Y/N pulls out the knife, and blood pours out of the wound as Nick drops to the floor. As his breath becomes more and more strained, he looks up at her, chuckling slightly. “I was right after all…you do have some darkness in you.” And then he slumps forward, and finally goes silent. Y/N stares down at his body, waiting for him to get up and attack her again. The longer time goes on with no movement from Nick, the more Y/N realises that he’s not getting up. 

“Oh god. Shit, oh god. Fuck. Oh god.” She mumbles to herself, panicked. “What did I just do?!” she gasps, feeling her body shaking and her heartbeat rising. Immediately, Y/N drops the knife. Blood stains her hands, and she has no idea who it belongs to. 

“Y/N!” Steve is at her side in seconds. The happiness of having him okay and by her side again doesn’t even register, as she’s too panicked to think about anything else than what she’s done. 

She’s killed Nick Fowler. 

She’s a murderer and a monster, just like everyone used to say about her.

“I think I killed him, Steve.” She sobs. Steve takes her into his arms again, gently rocking her and shushing her as she cries.

“You did the right thing. It’s okay. It’s okay.” He repeats, kissing her all over. “You saved us both, and all those women. You did it. My beautiful Y/N.” He soothes. As she cries, he continues to calm her down. “It had to be done. You stopped him all by yourself. It’s finally over. You’re safe.” At that moment, the shock and adrenaline wear off, and the full extent of the pain in Y/N’s side finally hits her. Wincing, she drops to her knees, Steve falling with her. “Y/N? What happened? Are you okay?”

“He…he stabbed me. In my side.” She hisses through gritted teeth. Immediately, Steve presses his hand to her side. “How’s it looking, doc?” Y/N chuckles, immediately regretting it as it shoots further pain up her body. As he removes his hand, Steve is silent, and Y/N can see a deep crimson covering it. The sight makes her gulp. “Oh. Not good then.” 

“Come on Y/N, we need to get you to a hospital.” Steve insists, trying to help her up. Y/N shakes her head.

“No. No, no hospitals. They’re going to take you away from me…and send you back.” Steve sniffles.

“Y/N, if you don’t go, then you’re going to die. I’ve almost lost you before, and I’m not losing you again. I don’t care what happens to me anymore. I want you to be safe.” 

“But I care about you.” She insists. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” She promises, even though she can still feel blood pouring out of her, despite Steve’s attempts to stop it. Y/N can hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance, and she raises her hand to cup Steve’s cheek, wiping away the tears slowly running down his face. “If you don’t go, I’m going to lose you forever. Go. Be free.”

“And what’ll happen to you?” 

“I don’t know, but I do know that it’ll be better than what’s going to happen to you.” As the sirens get closer, Y/N’s worry for Steve gets stronger. “Go. Quickly. I’ll come find you.” Yet still, Steve doesn’t move. “Steve! Go! Please!” she begs. Sighing, Steve presses a kiss to Y/N’s lips, one full of passion and pain. 

“I love you so much. Never forget that, okay?” Y/N nods, and Steve smiles. 

And then, he’s gone.

A/N: I am still continuing this story, so don’t worry. This is not the end! The next chapter is going to be a final epilogue style chapter.

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Teen! Bubba, Chucky and Freddy x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Y/N and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night

Notes:

This is a rewrite of a very cracky-y fic! I was never happy with how I wrote this shot- I found Chucky was too brooding and Freddy was lame (Though I was happy with how the Sawyer's worked out ^^ I love those brothers so much), and I have had plans for second and third instalment's for forever that I still wanna make, so here! Take #2.

I'm gonna delete the original *cough* Sorry if you liked it, but this one is way better! Basically the exact same stuff happens, its just mercilessly edited and is a lot smoother, plus the characters are more realistic *cough* less cringe *cough*.

The characters still aren't totally right, ya know, mostly cuz they are in totally different settings then they usually are- Freddy especially. But, trust me, in the next part he will become much more the character we love to hate and it'll be great XD Haha.

Plot: At a party you didn’t want to go to, you lose sight of your best friend Freddy, help out a nervous boy called Bubba, annnnd there’s also neighbourhood terror Charles Lee Ray, there. The whole night is dramatic and mildly traumatising (Mistakes were made), but there were perks too.

Warnings: Mentions of vomit and pee, mentions of physical abuse, sexual assault (Freddy forces a kiss on you but it doesn't go any further then that), cursing, and just sexual references. Its the basic chaotic teen movie house party.

FRIDAY NIGHT

As soon as I walked in here, I knew it was time to go home. Everyone was drinking, my only friend abandoned me the second we stepped over the threshold, and to top it all off I think I saw a rat. A RAT.

This was a mistake from the get-go, from the very idea. My shoulder devil betrayed me and I shouldn't be surprised but I am shocked.

So then I turned around to leave, get the hell out of dodge you might say, but two face-suckers I recognised vaguely as David 'Spit Ball' Brown and Erica 'No Self Respect' Banks from Bio, set up shop right in the doorway, and when I attempted to - painfully awkwardly, - ask if I could get just past them quickly... I got ignored.

Now, after 3 hours of this mess that the world so innocently calls a ‘house party’, when its clearly societies half assed attempt at absolute chaos... I am still here. Yep, that's all. I'm, still, here. And I'm very uncomfortable. Why couldn’t I be a 'party animal'? Or even remotely comfortable in this kind of setting? I'd love to be having fun but I just feel like an endangered loaf; Sitting here in the corner atop the kitchen bench, hidden away by some open cabinet doors but still hazardously close to all these drunkards and their inhibitions. I found this semi-safe place when I decided to just stand by and wait for things to die down a bit so I can leave, but I'm now just starting to figure that my chances of that happening, are... slim. As its 12.30- on a school night.

I’ve seen literally 3 kids throw up on the floor and 4 injuries. I also saw Freddy - the friend that abandoned me, - with a cup of something brown in his hand, -. I considered getting his help, but he was... uhh... busy... and a good wing-friend, unfortunately, would never fuck chances like that up for him.

I also glimpsed the town's local nomad - no one knows where he lives, or if he even goes to our school, but everyone knows who he is and that he is the one behind that one time our school shut down for a week due to bug infestation, - , Chucky, in another room brooding, so no one is safe.

Not even a few more minutes pass before another boy, around my age, comes into the kitchen and vomits- into the sink though this time. Then he turns back, looks about with trembling lips, and sinks down to sit on the tiles and hold his tummy. He looks so lonely, my heart hurts. Chewing on my bottom lip, it takes me a good minute to force myself off the bench and from my hiding spot, but I make it over to him, kneel down and tap his shoulder. Quickly, he snaps his head around at attention, and looks at me with cautious, wide, brown eyes.

“Hey, do you wanna go home now?”

If his trembling arms, rested on damp pants depicted anything to me, then its ‘I want to go home’, and he does. He nods sadly, but as if he has no way to get home. Raising a shaky hand, he points at a couple of lanky boys standing in the kitchen doorway, one wearing circular shades and the other a dirty looking green t-shirt. They look a little older than us, collage-aged probably and are definitely having a blast- One of them is saying something about beer pong. “B-B-Brothers.” The word comes out of the boy like its practised, but its still difficult.

Ah. Clearly the younger brother got the fashion sense in the biological line-up; He's wearing a nice button up and slacks, though it looks like someone may have spilt something on his shirt. I frown. “So, they’re your ride home then?” The boy nods, seeming to become more comfortable with me as time passes. To move it along, I give him a reassuring smile and another shoulder pat. “Do you have anyone who can come pick you up?" I pick my phone up out of my back pocket and show him. "I can call them for you.”

His eyes brighten immediately, even though his face doesn’t. He’s clearly had a bad night; Way worse than I have. Also, he’s adorable and pitifully sat on the kitchen floor, so I have to help the poor guy. I smile bigger and get out my phone, handing it to him so he can put in the phone number as I sit down on the tiles beside him, watching the numbers he presses in.

Once he’s done that, he hands it to me again so I can talk, which isn’t surprising, seeing as he had trouble uttering the one word he did give me. I don’t mind- although, I do hope whoever he called is nice. Phone calls are scary. “Hello? I have someone here, uh… “Oh my god, I don’t know his name!! “He, he… uh… wants to get picked up and taken home…?”

“Ah, you work at that chicken joint, then. Was it Nubbins or Chop Top that broke something this time? I'm not paying for it, take it up with them. Or- err- Did Bubba throw up again? I’ll be right over-” A thick, cranky-sounding, southern accented man responds through the phone. I look at the boy with wide eyes, to see he’s watching intently and then poke a finger into my non-listening ear so I can hear the man easier. Chicken joint?

“No, sir, sorry. My names Y/N. One of them feels sick, and we’re at a party at 38 Maple- “

I get cut off, as the man suddenly shouts- “Those dunderheads!!” I jump immediately at the sudden bark coming through the receiver. Oh god! He’s mad. He's very, very mad. Peaking at the boy again, whose name is apparently either ’Chop Top’, ‘Nubbins’ or ‘Bubba’, I catch a very nervous look on his face and he twiddles his thumbs and looks away from me finally. “I knew they’d go to that damn party! Why did I trust them?? Why?? And with Bubba, as well. Those SHITS!”

“S-Sir,” I try to intervene, to actually get the boy some help like I intended, and also make him stop yelling because its terrifying and my ear is starting to hurt.

“I’ll be right there, I will. Thank you for calling.” Then the line goes abruptly dead and I drop my phone hand into my lap, taking my finger out of my ear too. Smacking my lips awkwardly, I turn to the boy, and after a moment, mouth ‘Bubba?’ and tilt my head, look curious. He nods, so that’s his name. At least something good came out of that traumatic phone call with that insane man.

“Uhh, whoever that was- your father?” Bubba shakes his head. “Uncle?” Another head shake. Wait- “Brother?” He nods. That guy sounded 80 years old!! “Your brother is coming to get you. He seemed… irritated.”

Bubba lets his head fall forward, and sighs. Smiling and shaking my head, I get up to my feet and offer my hands to him. “Come on, we’ll clean you up a bit and sober you if we can. I think we should stick together; Better in two’s then one’s in this mad place, right?”

Enthusiastically, he nods, and takes my hands but doesn’t put much of his weight on me as I ‘help’ him up to his feet. As we walk through the house looking for a bathroom, because the kitchen sink is still full of his sick, he walks in front of me to part the way since he’s bigger- he’s so sweet! On the way we don’t run into much trouble apart from busy walkways, but the vague scent of pee coming from Bubba seems to get us through. I look around for Freddy while we do, to make sure he hasn’t gotten into trouble or is choking on his own vomit anywhere, because he isn’t the most sensible person, but catch no sight of him.

When we get there, there’s 2 girls with a lighter just turning it on and off and giggling hysterically in there already, but they quickly clear out when we come in- like we’re the fuzz, or something.

I fold and wet some toilet paper, and Bubba wipes himself off, and fixes his attire. I think we get through 3 quarters of the toilet paper roll before Bubba has decided he’s presentable again. I gesture to the deodorants for him, and he picks out a flowery looking perfume to spray himself with. It smells nice.

Then I take a deep breath, drop my hands on his shoulders and glance out the door which is emitting crazy loud music sounds, laughter and shouting, and back at him; A cheeky look of detriment fixed onto my face. “Let’s go. Front door; Here we go. You ready?”

A second of worry crosses his face, then he straightens his round shoulders and turns around. I let go of him and follow along as we head to the front door. This time is a little bit difficult, because Bubba doesn’t smell so much anymore, but his larger then regular - for a teenager, - stature still gets the job mostly done.

When we reach the front door, its wide open and perfectly clear. I think, hazzah! We’re getting outta here! But Bubba suddenly stops in his tracks and I bump right into his back. Momentarily, I panic, because when I paused last time for just a second, the doorway closed up and I ended up was trapped here, but then peer around Bubba’s frame to his face and see he’s chewing worriedly on his fat bottom lip. I look at where he’s looking, next, and see a big food van, and a small, cranky looking man sitting in the front seat- door wide open so he can see the sin properly.

Ah, that must be his brother. Face more then matches the voice. Furrowing my brows at Bubba though, I tilt my head. “Bubba, is it okay? Is he gonna be really mad?”

Bubba turns to me, and nods. I set him with a focused look in return, stern. From what I heard from the big brother guy, he was way more mad at the lanky brothers then at Bubba. He just seemed worried for Bubba. Maybe he needs reminding. “At you, or your brothers?”

Bubba pauses, then sets his shoulders again like before, looking brave, and heads off. I feel a slight aching feeling in me at his going away, because I like him and don’t know whether I’ll see him again, but then he turns around and waives goodbye and I remember I have his big brothers phone number. Smiling nervously back because I’m alone in this place once again, I waive back, slowly inching towards the door myself.

Then a smashing noise alerts me to the left and I catch a vase being knocked over, and also an open bedroom.

Inside, is my missing friend sitting hunched over on the edge of a bed.

“Oh, thank god,” I mutter turning and going for the room instead, enjoying the quiet once I make it in. But also feeling a sudden... deep discomfort, that comes along with it. I try to ignore that as I move further in. “Freddy?” He was looking down at his feet, completely unmoving, but when I spoke, he looked up and for a moment his eyes are unresponsive. But then they focus. Immediately I read the room, and the girl earlier, and drop my smile. Something in me feels really, really wrong. “What happened?”

He immediately gets up and tries to make a storming exit for the door. “Nothing, I’m just sick of this place. Let’s leave.” I panic and shut the door before he can slam it further open and get out, and he reels back slightly, looking unamused at me. He reiterates. “I’m fine.”

Wincing, I feel overwhelming levels of concern for him. And also for me. Because he is mad. “You say that, but a little too much and your face... disagrees... ”

“You don’t like my face either, then?” Freddy snaps, mood dropping to become even worse, and I suddenly think of how bad it could have possibly been compared to this if I had asked Bubba’s older brother for a ride home.

But then Freddy's words sink in.

“What?” An angry look takes over my face and my tone lowers, too. Nearly unbearable panic seizes my chest suddenly, like it always does when I think something’s happened. When your best friend has been bullied his entire life, you develop that kind of reaction to things, even little ones. Or maybe that's just me. “Your face is fine! What are you talking about?? Who told you- what did they tell you? What happened?” Panic surges and I suddenly wouldn’t have any reservations for going out there and hitting someone- they’re all drunk, they probably wouldn’t remember, anyway.

“Ask Leroy, he was there.” Freddy’s voice is dipped in anger, lowered and coming as more of a growl that I've never heard before, and I want to be mad too, but that confuses me.

“Leroy?” I ask, confused. Do I know a Leroy? Lee-roy…

Lee Ray. Charles Lee Ray. Chucky!

I manage to say, “Oh no.”, and a humourless chuckle is the response I get to that. Calming down, I sit down and drag him by the arm down next to me, wanting to comfort him. But Freddy’s never been sentimental, and I can’t just pat his shoulder and smile like I did with Bubba. He just needs to say what’s going on in his head right now. And I need to listen. “What did he do?”

He seems to be stuck on something else, though. “You said my face is fine, what’s fine about it?”

I roll my eyes, and sigh out a deep breath of my relief. He's fine. “Whatever happened, you’re plenty handsome. Don’t fret! Now, I liked that leaving idea, let’s go. Hopefully the coast is still clear- “Suddenly, shockingly, lips are on mine, which is alarming mostly because I have never been kissed??? I don’t- I don’t know- what- I am supposed to- Why is this happening?

And- and his hands are on my waist and he’s really close. I’ve never been this close to anyone before, I’ve never thought of Freddy in this way.

I- I taste lip gloss. I’m not wearing lip gloss. And something else strong, which I imagine is whatever brown liquid was in his cup earlier.

Realising this is too much, that he must be really messed up right now, I turn my head away from him and peel his fingers off of my waist- but they just get tighter. “Freddy- “

The smell of whatever alcohol he ingested envelopes me and its clear he drank a lot of it, so I have to stop him. My voice gets stern, threatening. “Get off.”

“Y/N… “It’s all of a sudden absolutely clear how drunk Freddy is, yes because of the smell that I somehow missed before but now can’t stand, but also the tightness of his grip on me. Not bruising, but not giving either and it’s a shock because I’ve known this boy for forever and he has never acted like this before. There’s a big fat space between telling dirty jokes and this. I’m panicking again, heart hammering in my chest. I knew going to this party was a bad idea! “Nu uh, don’t call me that…  call me Daddy.”

Oh my lord. That's almost laughable.

“No!” I exclaim, horrified, and before anything else can happen or he can open his mouth again and traumatise me some more, I get a fist full of his hair and yank him back. The pain of it surprises him and I get up to my feet, letting go and backing away quickly, hands raised in surrender. I shouldn’t have hurt him like that, fuck, I think as I watch him hold his head, groan like he’s waking up, and lean forward, all the weight of his bed and his shoulders on his elbows digging into his knees. But I had to. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“... Don't ask don't tell... ”

I just want to say ‘Oh my god’, over and over again. This is too fucked for me right now, I wish I was still with Bubba. God. I take a deep breath, turn around and leave the room, slamming the door behind me.

Time to really leave- Oh, come on!

David. And Erica.

Again.

They’re back.

Groaning, I turn and head back into the party, looking for a new hiding spot. I’m alone again.

TIME SKIP

10 minutes later, I've found a nice place to hide on an upstairs balcony, the doors to the bedroom its attached to closed and the lights all turned off inside and out. I can see people on the lawn downstairs but its all stoners and they're rather peaceful. I feel comfortable, finally, and sit down on the ground, leaning my head on the wall, breathing in fresh night time air and refreshing myself.

Glancing at my phone, I see its 1.10, now. I hope at least Bubba is snoozing right now. Safe and comfortable is nice, but I’m so tired. I’ve smelt more vomit then a nurse does in a month working in the children’s ward, I’ve done nothing but sit around the whole time and think about my bed which is so not a good Friday Nights use of time, and now I’m in a fight with Freddy.

At least, I think it’s a fight. He was drunk, so I guess it could be a misunderstanding. But it feels terrible, and uncomfortable in a way I've never felt, least of all with him- like a fight.

“Hey,” I’m absolutely sure that ‘hey’ wasn’t meant for me, but I turn anyway to find out because I thought I was the only one on this balcony, and am immediately unnerved to see the hunched, dark figure that is Charles Lee Ray slipping onto the balcony and closing the door back behind himself. And he’s looking right at me.

Could this night get any more convoluted??

“… hi.”

“So, are you going for a clown look or is that, an accident?” It takes a moment for his words to sink in, but when I do my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. What? He takes his thumb and brushes under his mouth, then points to me and looks out at the dark street stretched in front of the balcony; Apparently not really caring.

I wipe under my lips cluelessly with my own thumb- before remembering the purple-ish lipstick I put on for the night that’s probably smothered under my probably swollen bottom lip. My eyes blow open wide. “Ah!” Hurriedly, I get up, searching my pockets and finding the toilet paper that I stashed away in case I got a stuffy nose when Bubba and I were in the bathroom, and clean up the mess blindly, cheeks bright red. I didn’t even think of that after the kiss!! “All gone?” I then ask Chucky, hesitantly with my eyes still open wide and round. Just so I don’t look like a moron for the rest of the night; Certainly not, in any attempt to make conversation with him.

He holds up a thumb to tell me its all good, and my shoulders start to relax. While I try to calm down from that mortifying little highlight, Chucky crosses the balcony to stand beside me, looking out to the street.

He has a very nice profile.

And he’s more brooding then I thought- And I did think he would be quite brooding.

After a second, I feel like I feel kind of out-of-place, like I'm not supposed to be here despite claiming the territory first, so I move to leave the balcony - hoping Erica and David have had their fill for the night each other’s faces, and I can finally leave, - but before I get anywhere, Chucky turns around and catches me looking around like a lost child, and laughs. “Oh, I don’t mean to run you off, cutie pie, but this is prime fucken real estate here. I’m good with sharing if you are, though- " He cuts off, and pale blue eyes leer over my form in a way that makes me cross my arms. "You’re that scrawny ginger’s friend, aren’t you?”

“Uhh… yes.” Cutie pie? Scrawny ginger? Okay… so far, I understand… for now…

Then I remember Freddy mentioning Chucky and my eyebrows furrow down; That protectiveness from before lighting up again. “Why??”

“Oh, you know something. That’s a nasty look on your face, there. No less cute, of course, you’re like a damn puppy dog- but angry.” He gets up from leaning on the balcony, revealing the height difference between me and him. He’s not that much taller than me, being around Freddy’s height, but that’s still enough to make me feel short when he’s looking at me like I’m prey. Which he is.

Then he shrugs and kisses his teeth. “I might deserve it, go ahead and look at me.”

“What did you do??” I ask harshly. 1, Because I don’t like the feeling he’s giving me, talking to me so familiarly about something I don’t know about, and 2. Because I want to know what made Freddy act like he did. He was messed up, and it wasn’t all because of the drink, nor was it his regular level of messed up.

Chucky gives a great sigh, at my question, so deeply in fact that his shoulders raise and drop drastically. He really doesn’t care. That, or he cares and doesn’t want to talk about it, but wants me to think he doesn’t care. “I guess I musta' ran off with his prey, I… “Cleaning out one of his ears yuckily with his finger, he looks thoughtful for a moment. Finishing, he scrapes the stuff off his finger onto the balcony. “I don’t really remember what happened exactly. It was a couple hours ago now, there have been a couple other girls, since.”

You… you’re a deeply offensive person. I think, eyes wide.

“D-different girls?? As-as in- “Oh lord, who am I hanging out with? The STD capital of America? He glances at me, then laughs because my face must be a sight, because I am horrified.

“I didn’t fuck them!” He exclaims, a little too loudly, causing me to look around. Of course, though, no one else is around close enough to hear that and I mentally slap myself for doing it. My heart’s beating way too hard at just that crass, crude sentence. “Your friend, though, he was about t- “

“Nahhhhh, nah, nah! Nah!” I exclaim quickly, also loudly, making a face. I shake my hands at him. No!! Chucky just finds this hilarious and just laughs it up. “I don’t- no. No. I don’t need to know. Thank you… “Although, things are starting to make sense. Freddy's fragile pride was hurt. Ugh.

We lapse into silence once again, this time for a long while. I try to inhale as much fresh air as possible, readying to return to the hellhole that is the party, to get away from this psycho. Then Chucky turns to me a final time, and asks, “Do you want to get out of this place?” and I am completely at his mercy.

“Oh yes please.”

MONDAY

As soon as I walk into sight of the school today, Chucky saddles beside me; Walking silently but like he’s supposed to be there, somehow- I’m sorry, did I adopt you somehow?? How did you even know which way I was coming from? He’s so scary. “Um- hello?”

Since Friday, when he helped me climb down from the balcony and then just walked off, relieving me severely from his presence, I’ve thought about him probably the least out of everything that happened at the party. Yes, he’s a bad boy and he’s handsome and we talked, but really, he didn’t say much that made me desire to spend any more time with him. I do want to hang out with Bubba some more, and I need to see Freddy at some point.

Chucky is the least of my concerns.

“Good morning?” He asks in mock politeness, a cheerful, rueful grin on his face. For a moment I'm speechless, because I’m rendered stupid by his smile, because I don’t know what it means, because he makes me nervous. And for good reason. Am I his next victim- or flavour? I don’t know if I want to be either one of those things. So, instead of looking at him anymore, I look away and around- for Bubba.

He phoned me last night. Oh- well- one of the other boys, Nubbins, called me, asked me for my email so Bubba could email me. He also asked what I looked like, which I responded with ‘Small’, just to see what he might say, and he said, ‘That’s awesome’; Which I’m concerned about.

But anyway, Bubba said in his first email that he goes to our school, and I’m just wondering how I never noticed him! But, then again, he was only noticeable last night because of the pee on his pants and the sink vomiting. So maybe he’s just a bit of a wallflower. So am I - the only reason Chucky recognised me was because of Freddy... who does not have the greatest reputation, either, - , so that's perfectly fine. I know him now, don't I?

Still, even if I did find Bubba immediately, I have to respond to Chucky. He likely wont leave, if I don't. “Pretty good, thank you.” Something in me clenches uncomfortably, at that response. I don’t particularly want Chucky around, because wherever he goes he seems to take chaos with him, but there is a wannabe-follower part of me that wants him to like me. I mean, he is scary. But he’s also really cool. And that clipped response from me was so dull, I thought for a split second that he might just up and leave, immediately.

So, I turn back to him, seeing he’s still watching me with a small, amused grin for some reason - don’t know why he would be amused. I’d like him to stop being amused at me, unless he quickly takes to telling me every evil plan that’s on his mind, so I know I’m not the object of any, - , and flash him a toothless grin. “Do you see a van with the words ‘Chilli Champion’ stamped on the side? That’s my friend.”

Chucky blinks, but is no less amused by me. “Your friend’s a chill champion?”

“No, his brother is. 2 times, in fact.” Yeah, and Chop top’s a DJ and Nubbins is a photographer. Also, Bubba said something about head cheese and not to look it up on google, in reference to Nubbins who just seems to get increasingly more concerning. Both because of the unnerving phone call, and because of the mysterious and sickeningly named... 'head cheese'. Yeah, though, Bubba wrote a really long email about him and his family and their history. I had to take a snack break in the middle, but it was cute.

“Okay, uhh… “Chucky stops me from walking by tugging on my school bag slung over my shoulder, and stands unreasonably close to me - at least, I think its unreasonable. I only hang out with one boy. One person, really. Not counting family. So my frame of reference is pretty small, - , take a look around. Instead of standing here thinking about his arm touching mine, I look around too, and the second my eyes land on the familiar truck from Friday, Chucky nods towards it. “There, that it?”

“Yep! Awesome, thanks!” Who cares if I saw it first? He still made the effort for me, and that was nice. I flash him a smile, and step away, gesturing that I’m going to go cross the road to it. “He’s Bubba. I said I would walk the rest of the way to school with him, s-sooo… “My voice trembles, on ‘so’. It does that sometimes, just to fuck me up when I’m doing well, confidence wise. Chucky probably thinks I’m weird now, anyway.

No, wait. Don’t think like that Y/N, we’ve talked about this.

Chucky, luckily - not that I think he would scare Bubba, because his own brothers are frightening, but because I don’t know how they would get along. Mostly because I don’t know how I get along with either of them yet, really, - makes no movement to follow me. In fact, he steps back, shoving one of his hands deeply into his coat and with the other he waves, curtly. “Have a good day then, cutie-pie. I’ll see you around, then.”

“Yep!” And quickly, I turn around and rush off to the van that’s still running. I don’t know why I rushed, I just felt like I had to get out of there, before I embarrassed myself. Quickly, I get to the truck and round it so Chucky can’t see me anymore- I don’t know for sure if he’s watching me, but in case he is I want to keep him from it, so putting the truck between us seems like the best idea. Also, Bubba is on this side.

He sees me and immediately brightens, smiling and waving. His cheerfulness is totally infectious, so I can’t help but grin widely back. As he hops out of the truck, I wave quickly at Drayton, too, to be polite. I mean, he’s only the second scariest male in Bubba’s family, and he did say thank you at the end of our phone call- so I should make an attempt.

He gives me a small, forced, polite smile back that really just looks sour, and a nod before starting up the truck and leaning across Bubbas seat to close the door behind him. Then he peels away from the curb and down the street, and Bubba’s left standing in front of me looking nervous and cute.

I take a deep breath and let it out quickly. Truthfully, I’m nervous too. Probably not for the same reason he is, though, unless Freddy’s been kissing him, too. “So, ready for the day?”

He takes a deep breath as well, and then turns to school. Reaching over, he surprises me by taking my hand, and squeezing it, before letting go. I don’t know whether he picked up on my mood or somehow heard my stomach roll at seeing the scholarly looking building, but I’m grateful.

We start walking.

On the way, we quickly make conversation- me asking him questions and starting all the conversations, of course, but he’s surprisingly easy to communicate with. Very animated; With those thick fingers of his - which, I will admit, are nice. Think I’m weird all you like, but strong looking fingers are attractive, - and brown eyes, and mouth. We 'talk' all the way up to school and to where we part to go to our separate lockers.

Its not the goodbye that separates us, though.

I wish it was. But no, I glance the way I’m going and see Freddy. He’s wearing a raincoat despite the sunny day, and has the hood up. But I’ve seen it before, so I know its him, and I know what that raincoat means. Suddenly, all reservations for seeing him today and any other interests apart from saying a quick, polite goodbye to Bubba go completely away and I rush over. “Freddy?”

“Y/N! Uuh- oh no- “ Frantic suddenly, he looks around as if the courtyard is going to tell him what to do, and I know the panic isn’t over the raincoat because at this point I know that sometimes he’s going to turn up like this, but then I get there and I catch his wide eyes- and the big black welt over the right one. My heart sinks, even though I knew that would be there as soon as I saw the coat.

Well, that. Or a split lip, or a band-aid, or a graze. Sheepishly, Freddy stands there and lets me push back the hoodie and see the black eye in the sunlight. “I might’ve gotten home a little late... ” I should have thought of that. I should have taken him home with me instead. I should have forced coffee down his throat and dragged him home and- God, but I was so mad, and uncomfortable, that- that I didn’t want to- Oh my god. “Anyway, I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you over the weekend, I would’ve- if I could have- “I know. Mr Underwood never would’ve let him leave after a stunt like that. “Uhhh, well I know we needed to discuss the thing. That I... did... ” I watch him tilt his head, pale face awkward.

Looking at him now, I know I’m not mad. And I’m not scared of him. That was the first time he’s ever had that much alcohol - not that I know anything about the effects of liquor, never having had a drink myself, but its pretty well known what the stuff does to people. Especially skinny people with no meat on them. Like Freddy, - and because of what Chucky did to him, and I just want to forget it. Its not how I wanted my first kiss to go, not at all, not even a little bit... but I can forget it.

That's all I want, in fact. To forget it. And to do that, I need him to forget it. Clean slate.

Taking a deep breath, I push back my hair behind my ears, levelling with him. “I know you were drunk, and… Chucky- “

Quicker than I thought possible outside of YA books, Freddy’s blue eyes go impossible dark and for a split second he's no longer the apologetic, awkward boy who has been my best friend. He tilts his head forward, and says firmly. Quietly, but firmly. A bit scarily, actually- “Let’s not talk about him.”

And I know he means ‘ever’, so I shut my mouth. And also look away from his face, because right now he’s way too intense and its overwhelming, and I can’t just look straight into the storm like that. Over his shoulder, my heart sizes at the sight of Chucky, who smirks and disappears behind a building. Christ. Looking quickly back at Freddy, I try to smile. To cheer him up and make the surprisingly scary look on his familiar face, go away. “Can we just forget all about it? And I mean it. All about it- the whole party. I had a terrible time and you're never convincing me to go to another one, you got it?”

"Oh really?" He immediately does a 180 and the left corner of his mouth quirks up, a mischievous grin on his face. "Never? You had that bad a time? I didn't think all of it was so bad... " I smile back at him seeing the improved mood he's sporting... before I realise what that smirk means. Something dirty. And groan. "There were highlights!"

"No. No, never. Ever!" I exclaim, walking off towards our lockers. "I'm only listening to my shoulder angel from now on!- And don't say stuff like that you creep!" His arm slithers into the crook of mine as we walk, and I turn my head to face him.

"Angel? I thought you only had a devil?" Freddy asks, clearly thinking of himself. I flash him a smirk, back.

Then turn to face the way we're headed. "Not anymore!"

"Aw, see now I new the party wasn't all bad... "

"Never again Freddy."

"We'll see."

"No."

"Uhuh."

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[notalexhorne]

Well, I just almost ruined my husband's entire day without trying.

He's currently exiled to the sofa, because they've had a covid outbreak at work, and with the amount of medical appointments I have lately, I cannot afford to get sick right now. I just went out to the kitchen to make my morning drink, and managed to do that as silently as a mouse, even though I'd forgot to wash my cup out last night whilst home alone. He slept through that, so that's fine and dandy. We've done this enough times by now that I've got real good at sneaking into the kitchen without making a sound.

Then, the real trouble started. Because the sad, shameful reality of my desk setup is that my fucking Alexa has better sound quality than my actual computer speakers, and I hate it so much. Usually when I turn on my office via my fancy voice commands, it turns on my lights and the Alexa starts playing the most recent playlist I was listening to, and it's all very 21st century. But sometimes it doesn't quite work if the most recent device I'd been listening to Spotify on was my phone. Which it was last night. For some reason, no matter what I was listening to on my phone, turning on my office makes the Alexa start playing podcasts, and I have to reset everything. It's fucking weird and I don't understand it. Resetting it is easy though, and it's just a matter of quickly telling Alexa to pause, and then using the Desktop client to play the correct music, and then re-routing said music back through the Alexa.

The problem here, of course, is the fact that I really like smart devices like this, to the point that I sometimes feel like it kind of vexes @lemonbalmgirl when she's over because there are only two rooms in the house that aren't fully voice or phone controlled, and those are the kitchen and the bathroom (and honestly, I'm thinking real hard about putting some in the kitchen). But tough tits, I don't like getting up to flip twenty switches when it's time to go to bed.

How does this ruin my husband's day? Well, he's out on the sofa, already not having a great sleep because he's night shift, and the living room is not exactly soundproofed the way our bedroom is, and the neighbour is being evicted and is being spitefully loud about it. And last night, I could not sleep at all, so I put the sleep lofi playlist on my phone to help my brain shut up. So when I came back here today, Alexa got confused and thought I wanted to listen to Ed Gamble for some reason, so I had to reset Spotify. And for some reason, the device list on Spotify does not always stay in the same order. I've given all my devices clever names so I don't get them confused, but today that was not enough.

Usually, Devious Amazon Machine is at the very bottom. Today, it had swapped places with the Victrola Alexa, so called because it's another Echo Dot that is connected to my stereo cabinet out in the front room. Where my husband is asleep. And which was last used to play music at quite a considerable volume to drown out a loud argument from downstairs.

Guess which one I very nearly clicked on. Luckily, I missed it by about two pixels and clicked on dead space instead, and it's only then that I realised it would have been a catastrophic misclick.

Spotify pls. Don't rearrange my device list like this. I don't want to get divorced. D:

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