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Make it work this time, Steve. (part 3)

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Alright, I'm posting this again because I deleted it by mistake (istg I can use Tumblr) anddd I want to add - the title is not about Steve and reader

Everyone was siting in Wheeler's basement, asleep. Everyone except y/n. This is not how it supposed to go. Y/n supposed to sit between Robin and Max on a couch and the whole group supposed taking turns to keep an eye on her.

"Earth to Dustin. Hellooo!" Eddie kept saying on the other side of walky-talky. It was laying beside Steve so he woke up first.

"Eddie?" he asked still kind of out of this world.

"Stevie? Heyy! Listen, I know we are probably not a the best terms, but I will need some food soon. It would be nice if-" Eddie talked on the other side of Dustin's device when Steve finally looked around the room.

His eyes finally laned on the couch. On the empty space between Robin and Max. Exactly were y/n was supposed to sleep. "Not now Eddie" he said quickly. Before the guy on the other end had any chance to answer and beg him to listen, Steve was already on the stairs. Hell, he was already on the corridor, screaming her name.

"Morning, Steve. Are you okay, sweetheart?" Nancy's mom asked him. He looked around and noticed the girl he was looking for. She was sitting with her back to him and headphones on. She probably didn't even heard him. But what important, she was all fine and in one piece.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry. Everything's alright" He answered after a second as he took few deep breaths.

"I think it's so sweet of you to care for your girlfriend. But don't worry she's fine. This murder will not get her in this house." Karen said. She had no idea about anything. This murder could get her anywhere. And he couldn't call her his girlfriend.

"She's not- we broke up. In high school." He explained which gave him a little stab to the heart.

"Oh, I'm sorry" She gave him sympathetic smile.

He ignored her and sat beside y/n. "Hey."

"Hey" she answered as she took her headphones off and put it around her neck.

"You scared me" he said. He didn't sound angry, mad or upset. He sounded worried, really worried.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep." She smiled a little at him "you kept blasting music in my ears, for some reason." he chucked.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that" he said with a smile, it was making his heart so happy to finally talk with her, even joking when no one was around, just the two of them. He looked at the table and noticed a map and pencil. "What's this?" he asked.

"It's- you know, when I was there I saw some things. There was mainly this red fog but- it's may be stupid but.. also random pieces of- I don't know- a house? Then this fucking towers and- and bodies-"

"Y/n- I'm sorry you needed to see that" He said as he put his hand on her shoulder. She appreciated it.

"It's fine- I'm gonna be okay." she rescued. Not sure if she did it for him or herself. She looked over at map again. "But I saw something specific. The only thing that was actually clear. I saw window- like not just a window. Stained glass with roses. I'm just sure I've seen it somewhere. Now, I'm trying to figure out where exactly." She told him. Steve wanted to help, he was thinking for a few seconds before some idea appeared in his head.

"Can you draw this stained glass?" He asked her as he grabbed the container of crayons and piece of paper that younger Wheeler girl probably left there earlier.

"I will try my best" y/n responded and quickly started drawing. Steve was looking at her hands, he remembered how good of artist she was. As soon as she started coloring he knew this door. He looked at the map, she was too focused on drawing to noticed.

"It's there." He said as he pointed on one of the crosses she made earlier. "It's Victor Creel's house" he looked at her. This house was abandoned for years, some teenagers were making jokes that it was haunted.

"Of course it is. He is connected with Vecna, somehow" she said under her breath.

"I will wake up the rest, we are going there." Steve said as he stand up, y/n after him and soon the whole group were siting in his car without any idea where they were going.

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They finally made it to the house. There were little, old playground next to it and a lot of wilted plants. It was ruin, all windows and doors boarded up, but y/n still could see a little bit of this stained glass.

"Is it the house you saw there?" Nancy asked from the back of the car. Y/n was sitting on a passenger seat next to Steve.

"I mean- I guess? The door is the same. And it's make sense." She answered, not taking her eyes off ruined building.

"Alright, we will go. Robin, you will stay there with y/n" Steve ordered, surprising everyone in the car.

"Fine with me" Robin commented.

"No. Are you kidding? Why would I stay there?" Y/n asked him.

"Because it's dangerous. Especially for you. What if he looking for you? And if this place is really connected with him, he might feel you there or something. We're not risking" He explained. Bullshit. She thought.

"He might be right" Dustin said from the back seat.

"You little traitor" Y/n said under her breath. "Come on." she said and before anyone had any chance to stop her, she was out of the car on her way to the door.

"You really tried to stop her?" Max asked, looking at Steve and then Dustin as she got out of the car and went to y/n's side.

Everyone else went after them, Nancy took crowbar and soon they were taking boards off the doors, showing more and more of stained glass.

"What we are looking for in this creepy-ass house, again?" Robin asked as she was looking at Nancy. Steve came to help her.

"We don't know exactly but we know this house is important to Vecna so maybe we will find out where he is. why he's back. why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for y/n." Nancy explained.

"But you don't really think he is in there, do you?" Lucas asked, looking at Steve's back.

"We will find out." Max said, now nerves were getting into her.

Steve dropped last board, showing the group stained glass in all its glory. "Y/n. You sure it's what you saw?" He asked, looking at the girl. Everyone was looking at her, but she barely heard him.

Instead, she heard someone else.

"Y/n." hard, low voice said "What are you doing in here, y/n?"

"Y/n?" Steve said again, since she didn't look away of the door.

"Uh, yeah. I'm- I'm sure it's there" She said after a second.

"Alright" Steve tried to open the door "It's locked." He said, like nobody noticed "Should I knock, see if anybody's home?" he asked.

"No need" Robin said, behind everyone's back, holding a huge rock in her hand. "I found key."

It took her seconds to shatter the window and put her arm in the hole, to open the door from inside.

"Ladies first" she gestured to Steve.

"Very funny" he said sarcastically but went first anyway.

Nancy went behind him, then Dustin, Lucas and Max. Robin was last one, behind y/n since she wasn't too enthusiastic about going in there anyway. They started looking around, Lucas even tried to turn on the light.

"Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill." He commented.

Y/n went a little further with her flashlight. She saw it again, this old grandfather clock. "Hey, guys" She said with a lump in her throat. She didn't take her eyes off in when everybody stand around her, looking at it too. "You all see that, right?" she asked them.

"Yeah. Old clock." Dustin said.

"Yeah, you saw it in your visions, right?" Steve asked. She could just nod her head.

"This house have the answers. Somewhere." Nancy said. "Okay, everyone stay in groups. Me and Robin, upstairs."

"I will stay with Steve and y/n." Dustin said, the girls already left. There was no way he would leave his sister with this asshole all alone, after what he heard. Even though she seemed to be less upset than before. She used to act like nothing happened, so maybe now she was doing it too, right?

"Come on Dustin" Max grabbed his wrist and pulled him to one of the rooms before he had any chance to refuse.

"Max you don't understand-" Dustin said when there were just three of them. Max, Dustin and Lucas "he did something stupid and-"

"Weird 'cause since she almost got killed by Vecna she's much nicer to him" Lucas said.

"Yeah! and I don't understand why! She acted like nothing happened for so long and I tried to get them back together and she'd never told me anything!" Dustin said, frustrated.

"Dustin, what are you talking about?" Max asked and then he realized that they still didn't know about this dare. "Let them solve their shit without your help, huh?"

"I don't want her to get hurt." He said quietly.

"Steve would never hurt her." Lucas said and he was right. Somehow. Now, he wouldn't hurt her. Now, he would do anything just to keep her safe.

Meanwhile, Y/n and Steve went upstairs. Y/n had song playing on her headphones which were laying on her shoulders, music was loud enough to feel safe but also hear Steve.

"Hey, can I tell you something?" he asked quietly as they both looked around. She just hummed, to focused on looking at spiders' nets. "I know I have kinda shitty timing, but after what happened- you know in your bathroom. I don't want to argue again, but I almost lost you for lifetime. I- I don't want it to happen y/n, I fucked up, I know I did but I will do anything to fix it." He confessed.

"Steve-" y/n said quietly, she was thinking about him much more lately, about what she should do.

"No y/n- just let me-" he didn't even know what especially he wanted to said but for sure he didn't want her to interrupt him "I know I had so much time to talk to you before all of it happened and now it's much more complicated because of Vecna and Eddie is there but-" Steve said but y/n interrupted him again when she noticed that something reflected the light of her flashlight from the ventilation grille.

"What's that?" She asked, it seemed like she totally ignored Steve's confession.

She rushed over there and lifted the grate. Steve sighed and crouched down beside her. He put his hand down and raised a jar. They saw dead spider inside with net and leaves. It looked like someone long time ago made house for a small insect. There were a lot of jars like this one.

"Steve, don't move" y/n said quietly when she noticed one spider on boy's shoulder. Before she had any chance to say something more, he started shaking it off which made the jar in his hand drop and break on the floor. He grabbed y/n hand and in panic got out of this room closing the door behind them.

"Sorry" he said after a second when he realized he was, in fact, holding her hand. He let her go but maybe, or maybe not, his stomach was full of butterflies and he totally forgot about spiders, Vecna and literally the whole world.

"It's fine" she said as she looked at him, totally not feeling the same butterflies.

"What's going on there?" Nancy asked as she appeared from the other side of corridor.

"Uhh, there was a spider. Were a lot of spiders." Steve said after a second "don't go in there" he added as he pointed at the door he just closed.

"Wait, stop moving" Nancy said as she reached Steve's hair "I got it" Y/n was just standing there, awkwardly, looking anywhere but at her two friends. Who in the world didn't heard the rumors about Steve's feelings for Nancy? Of course, y/n knew there was nothing, Nancy was her friend and she would tell her, but deep down inside, even during their relationship with Steve, she was insecure about it.

"If there's a spider, you're never gonna find it till it lays eggs and the babies spill out." Robin said as she appeared behind Nancy. Y/n looked at her, grateful. Maybe it was just her or maybe the air became less heavy when there wasn't just the three of them.

"What's wrong with you?" Steve asked as he turned around. Y/n chuckled under her breath "And you?" Steve looked at her, then he heard Nancy also did that "Come on, you too?" he asked. "So you all are friends now? Awesome. I mean- It's really is- I mean I know you two were but Robin now too- I mean. You know what I mean." Steve explained, at least he tried. "We should all go out somewhere. After you know, we safe the world and stuff. You know, me, you two, Robin, wherever she went right now-"

"I'm right there!" She said as she stuck her head out from behind the wall "actually looking for something and not asking two girls at once on a date" she tested.

"It's not a date! We had just platonic feelings right there" Steve explained quickly. He pointed his finger between him and Nancy, making sure y/n got what he was talking about.

"Yep, just platonic friendship. Nothing more since freshmen year of high school." She added awkwardly, she had never thought about it but now when Steve was so desperate to show y/n he did not have any romantic feelings towards Nancy, she wanted show her that too. She always crossed her fingers for those two. "But I think it's great idea. Y/n, are you in?" Nancy asked. Right now, y/n thought about Steve and Nancy, she never told any of them how she felt about their relationship, so they never made it clear to her that this was just friendship. She felt like huge stone was lifted from her heart.

"Yeah, I think it will be nice." She answered with a little smile. Robin chuckled from her place but they all heard it. "Let's go back to looking for.. something"

"You're right." Steve said and he went to the next corridor "You're coming?" he asked as he looked at y/n, she nodded.

"So about what you said earlier, before spider attacked you," she chuckled before continuing "what did you mean about Eddie? I mean, you said it's complicated because of Vecna, yeah you for sure right with that, but Eddie part? You don't like him, do you?" She asked as she stopped walking, Steve did the same.

"I mean, I- aren't you two like, like each other?" He asked "It's not that I don't like him, he just- he is friend with Dustin and he-" y/n stopped him.

"Steve, are you jealous?" She asked him seriously.

"What? No. I'm not. Well- maybe a little" he sighed. "he came out of nowhere and now Dustin talk about him all the time and you-"

"Steve calm down. I don't like him in this way. It's just platonic" she said at the same tone as he told her about him and Nancy. "And Dustin really like him. He is happy he has someone in high school. You know, you had never experienced it but when you nerd or freak or not fit anywhere, it's nice to have a friend like you. I'm sure Dustin still like you. But you really need to talk to him." She explained, she was like that too, years ago before she met Steve, so she knew what she was talking about.

But Steve was more focused on something else. Of course, he was glad, hearing that Dustin might still consider him as a friend. But there were other words It's just platonic, his heart almost exploded.

"I- I will talk to him. I don't know how yet, but I will figure it out" He said. "Gosh, I'm sorry for that. I really thought he might- you know" take my place. he didn't said that but it was in the back of his head the whole time.

"It's fine. And don't figure it out for too long, Steve. The longer you wait, the more complicated things become." she said with a little giggle.

"Right." he said under his breath, he didn't find it funny but she was joking with him again. It's a good sign, right?

The song came to an end and Steve reached to y/n's mp3 player "Can I?" He asked, she nodded her head and looked down at his hands. "I wish we had a longer loop" he said a he withdrew the tape.

"It's almost an hour" she said. "I wonder where you get that" she looked at him.

"I have my ways" he said. He didn't even remembered. He had it for so long, somewhere in his room. He left the short version that actually saved her in his car.

"You never liked this song" she told him. Of course she remembered too, every time she wanted to play it, he always said it was cheesy and shitty.

"Well- maybe it's a good reminder of old, good times?" he said. The song started playing again "All done." he smiled at her and stuff became awkward again, when he kept looking in her eyes for a few seconds too long.

"Guys! Come here for a second!" Lucas yelled from downstairs. Y/n and Steve broke eye contact and he cleaned his throat, then they just followed his voice, his definitely not happy voice.

They looked at chandelier. It was shining. "Like the Christmas lights" Nancy said as soon as she appeared with Robin next to Max.

"The Christmas lights?" Robin asked.

"When Will was in the Upside Down, the lights come to life." She explained, really short.

"Vecna is here. Just on the other side." Dustin said. Light turned off again.

"I think he left the room." Robin said.

"Can he hear us? Or see us?" Lucas asked, looking at Max, then y/n.

"Everyone, turn off your flashlights and spread out." Nancy said and everyone did as she said.

"Y/n, stay by my side" Steve ordered, but the girl was already on her way upstairs.

"I'm not a kid, Steve." she said "I will be alright." she also added and she put her headphones on properly. Steve sighed but went other way.

After a minute or two they all heard Robin "I got him!" she yelled. Everyone from theirs side of house started making their way to her. "I had him" She said when her light turned off again. They all were standing in one of the rooms downstairs.

When Steve's flashlight shined he kept it higher. "He's moving" He started going where the light showed him, he looked behind him just for a second, everyone was going behind him. He went upstairs when his light turned off too, again. "Shit. I lost him"

"No, you didn't." Y/n said as his opened the door to attic. All the lights were on there. Just a one light was there, in fact.

"I will go first" Steve said and he did that before y/n had any chance to went there.

"Hold on, guys. What's if it's trap? Guys?" Dustin asked but everyone was already there. Even Robin and her complain about going to attic in abandoned house.

When they got there, their flashlight were flashing much brighter than it normally would. The glass in the light bulb broke. But y/n felt something more. Her head was hurting. So bad, she thought she was going to faint.

She didn't said anything, she didn't even had time. Their flashlight broke and then there were silence. Pain stopped, like it was never really there.

"We should get out of there. Now." Robin said.

"She's right. C'mon" Dustin added.

And they did, they rushed to Steve's car to drive away.

a/n. Again! I'm sorry it took so long and holly molly, thank you all so so much for every like and respond on previous parts!!! I love you all so so much I almost cried when I saw it yesterday. Let me know what you think about it!!

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falcqns · 6 months

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marjorie

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Morgan Stark & Tony Stark

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the more Morgan grows, the more she misses her dad.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of endgame, grief, angst, post endgame

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: tagging @natashasera ! i’ll miss you forever, tony 🫶🏼

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Never be so kind, you forget to be clever

Never be so clever, you forget to be kind

And if I didn't know better

I'd think you were talking to me now

When her father first died, Morgan didn’t understand. She didn’t understand why everyone was upset, why everyone was wearing black, why her mom slept on the couch or with her instead of in her bed.

More than anything, Morgan didn’t understand why her dad wasn’t with her. Why he wasn’t downstairs in the morning, making her pancakes, and drinking his green smoothie like he did every morning? Why wasn’t he the one comforting her after a nightmare or when she’s sick? She loved her mother, she truly did, but where did her father go?

If I didn't know better

I'd think you were still around

What died didn't stay dead

You're alive, you're alive in my head

As Morgan grew, she began to understand. She still fully didn’t understand, but she was able to grasp the concept of her father was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. At first, she thought that she did something wrong to make her dad leave, but her mom squashed that immediately.

“Your father didn’t leave because he didn’t love us,” she had said. “He left because he had to. Because it was between his one life, and the life of half of the universe. He died to save us, to make sure you got to live the life he imagined for you.”

And while Morgan understood what her dad did, it didn’t make it any easier. It didn’t make her any less mad when she saw Nick Fury or Sam Wilson, knowing that it could have been them instead, and that she would still have her dad. It didn’t hurt any less when she addressed father’s day cards to Uncle Happy or her big brother Peter, or even to her mom. It didn’t hurt any less, seeing her classmates and friends with their fathers knowing she’ll never have that.

What died didn't stay dead

You're alive, so alive

Although Morgan struggled with this, with knowing she lost her father at such a young age, she didn’t let it show. No one told her she had to be strong for her mother, but when she came downstairs, on May 29th, 2024, and sees her mother holding a picture of her and her father when she was a baby while crying, she wanted to make sure her mom never had to worry about her.

And so, she started to hide the pain she felt, while telling herself it was better this way, this way her mom didn’t have to worry about her.

Never be so polite, you forget your power

Never wield such power, you forget to be polite

And if I didn't know better

I'd think you were listening to me now

And Morgan thought she was doing a good job. She thought that no one could tell, that everyone assumed she had moved passed it.

And for a while, she was doing a good job. She kept her pain to herself. Only cried in the dead of the night or when home alone, or on the day that her father passed.

That all ended, when her junior prom just so happened to fall on October 17th. And then, just like leaves fall from the trees, all those walls she had built up came crashing down around her in a pile.

The autumn chill that wakes me up

You loved the amber skies so much

Long limbs and frozen swims

Morgan was getting ready for homecoming, and everything was fine. She put on her dress, had her makeup, hair and nails done, and felt prettier than she had ever felt in her 16 years of life. She put her shoes on, and made her way down the stairs, where her date Ryan, who had also been her best friend since first grade, was waiting for her.

Her mom complimented her, told her how beautiful she was and how much she loved her. Morgan could see the longing just behind the loving gaze in her mothers eyes. The longing for her father to be there, standing with her as she goes off to her first prom. She smiled warmly at her mother, and hugged her for a little longer than she normally would, trying to tell her that everything would be okay; that she had done a great job without him, and that he’d be as proud as she was for raising her as a single parent.

After a few pictures with her mom, Ryan, her brother Peter and her Uncle Happy, Morgan and Ryan were in the back of her moms car, being driven to the winery where prom was taking place.

Morgan was a little sad that her dad wasn’t here for this, but that was something that she had gotten used to. She had gotten used to seeing the empty chair next to her mom at her baseball games, at her dance recitals, at her gym meets. She had gotten used to the empty, untouched spot on the sofa that seemed to taunt her as she opened presents on Christmas and her birthday; and had gotten used to the muffled cries from her mom on those same days.

What she hadn’t gotten used to was seeing everyone else with their fathers, and her not having one. She knew almost everyone else in her grade had dads in some way, but to be faced with it on what was supposed to be a happy night, was really tough for Morgan to deal with. She wanted nothing more than her dad to be the one embarrassing her with her date who was definitely just a friend and who she definitely has not been in love with since 2nd grade, a year after they met. She wanted to hear her dad tell her she was beautiful, that she had made him proud, that while he hated seeing her grow up, he was loving who she was becoming.

But she couldn’t have that. The other girls in her class had that; but she didn’t.

She made it through the pictures by biting her tongue, and avoiding all the other girls in her class, but wasn’t as lucky after dinner had finished and the slower music began to play.

By the time the song “Candle In The Wind” started playing, Morgan felt like she was a house being held together by still-wet glue; one wrong move and she’d be falling apart, letting the entire world what was wrong on the inside.

Ryan convinced her to go dance, and she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep the tears at bay as the song played on. She just had to hold it together until the end of the song, then she could go to the bathroom, cry a little bit, fix her makeup, and everything would be fine.

You'd always go past where our feet could touch

And I complained the whole way there

The car ride back and up the stairs

And then, Elton John sang the words “and i would have liked to have known you, but i was just a kid.” and a tear spilled over. Suddenly, she was powerless to stop them coming, despite her earlier strength. She bowed her head, trying to hide the tears from Ryan, but Ryan had always been able to sense when something was wrong with her.

“Hey,” He whispered, pulling her closer. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She also knew she couldn’t lie to him, so she didn’t. “No,” she whimpered, and Ryan wasted no time in dragging her off the dance floor, and leading her outside. He wrapped her in a hug, and let her cry.

She also knew that Ryan knew what was wrong, which she was grateful for. He always seemed to know exactly what she needed and what she was thinking, which made being his friend 10x easier.

“He’d be proud of you, y’know?” Ryan whispered. “Getting this far, with his last name, and not being expelled.” He joked, and Morgan laughed. “You’re the top of our class in every subject, you have an awesome best friend, and you have a family who supports you no matter what. He’d be so proud.”

Morgan sniffled. “It hurts,” She said. “Seeing our classmates with their dads. Knowing that they have someone they can call dad, someone they can go to for things they can’t go to their moms about. I don’t have that, and I hate it.”

Ryan hugged her tighter. “I know.” He whispered.

“I miss it. I miss it all. All aspects of having a dad. I miss him even though I barely had him.” She continued. “I barely had him, and I barely know him because it hurts to much to learn about him, even though there’s nothing more that I want in this world than to truly know my father.”

Ryan shrugged. “I know. I cant imagine what this feels like, and you have full permission to hit me if this isn’t what is going to help;” he said, prompting a giggle from Morgan. “but maybe, it would help if you did learn about him. If you did talk to your mom, to your brother and uncle, read things about him. It might help you to feel closer to him if you know him.”

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

“Hi dad.” Morgan said, sitting down in front of her fathers headstone. “I’m sorry that I haven’t visited before now,” She began. “I never really had someone to take me before, and I know it’s too hard for Mom, Peter and Uncle Happy to come here. And, it was just too hard for me too. Knowing that you’re here, but that I can see you, or hold your hand. But, I’ve realized that that was just hurting me more, not knowing who you are and not talking to you.”

Morgan took a deep breath, before telling her father all about her life. About her accomplishments, about what she liked, and about Ryan. About how she had loved him for so long but didn’t know how to tell him, and that she wished he was here so that she could know what Ryan might be thinking. She told him that she missed him, and that even though she only had him for 4, they were the best 4 years.

“You were my best four years, Dad.” She said, letting the tear run down her face. “I miss you more and more everyday.”

She stayed a little bit longer, not wanting to leave. But, when the sun started to touch the horizon, she knew it was time to head home. She touched the headstone once more, promising to herself that she would come back more often.

“I love you 3000, Dad. I’ll see you soon.”

She opened the car door, and Ryan smiled at her.

“How was it?” He asked.

Morgan nodded with a smile. “You were right. It did help.”

“Always the tone of surprise,” he teased, making Morgan laugh as they pulled away from the cemetery, heading back home.

Asked you to write it down for me

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Morgan looked out her window, seeing all of the parents saying goodbye to their children.

It was her freshman year at MIT, and she had never felt so ready; so at peace. She had been given her fathers old dorm. And although he hadn’t set foot in this room for years, it still felt like him, and it calmed her. She would miss her Mom like crazy, but she felt safe, knowing she was following in her fathers footsteps.

Her eyes fell onto her forearm, where she had the words “i love you 3000, my Maguna” in her dads handwriting were inked into her skin. It had been her moms idea on her 18th birthday. he had written it on her 18th birthday card, which he wrote the night before him and the Avengers won. She got it tattooed that very same day, and that small little tattoo had become her lifeline.

It no longer hurt, seeing fathers with their children. She felt a longing, something she knew she always would, but it didn’t break her in two like it once did.

Her eyes moved to her left hand, and she smiled. She knew that the man who had gave her the beautiful diamond ring that sat on her ring finger had a lot to do with that, and she couldn’t be happier.

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

“Hi Dad,” Morgan said, sitting down, trying to be careful of the newborn in her arms, and the scar on her stomach that was still healing. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here last week, this little one decided to make his arrival sooner than planned.” She said, looking down at her son with a smile.

“We named him after you.” She said. “Theodore Anthony Stark. Theo for short.” She smiled. “And yes, Ryan took your last name, we got the paperwork finalized. He wanted us to share a name, but didn’t want me giving up your name, so he took yours. Hope that’s okay.”

Morgan swallowed the lump in her throat. “Ryan was going to be here, but he somehow got suckered into moving some furniture for Mom, and I know for a fact that you had something to do with that.” She sniffled. “I’m sorry you won’t get to see him grow up, but I know you’ll always be looking out for him. And I promise to talk about you as much as possible, and to make sure he knows that had it not been for you, he wouldn’t have existed. Thank you for your sacrifice, Dad. It brought me Ryan, and then Theo. I miss you,” she said.

“I think I’ll miss you forever,” she continued. “But I know you’ll always be with me.”

“I love you 3000, Dad.”

If I didn't know better

I'd think you were still around

I know better

But I still feel you all around

I know better

But you're still around

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erixyin · 1 year

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Poison Running Through My Veins | Part 3

Summary: Reader has a mental breakdown and its bad, her friends cheer her up and lots of fluffy moments with more angst thrown in. It is a short one I'm sorry! But hopefully it's something that will keep you all happy for now.

Thank you so much for al your lovey comments on tumblr and AO3, they have motivated me to keep writing. I'm sorry I'm so bad with consistency.

Warnings: eddie munson x reader, billy hargrove x reader, past relationship with billy hargrove, current relationship with eddie munson, angst, little bit of fluff thrown in, possessive! eddie, jealousy! eddie, mentions of injury, mentions of food, descriptions of injury, bruising, alluding to being sick, mentions of being ick, fluff, platonic fluff,

[lmk if I've missed anything!]

Tag List:

@sidthedollface2, @yaskna, @ancheyew, @samurai-hearts, @bucky-hydra-hoe-barnes,

Words: 1976 words

No minors allowed please and thank you.

Please do NOT repost anywhere. I will be posting on my AO3 account and linking it here.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Seeing Robin and Steve still over by the stage. Their faces said calm, but their body language said concerned. In between listening to the hellfire club and picking at your food, you kept checking on Steve's face.

As they walked over to you guys, Max didn't say anything but gave you a small smile as she sat down. You tilted your head at Steve, but he just gave you nothing. Same with Robin you thought to yourself.

Eddie was sat next to you. Talking with the hellfire kids and acting like yesterday's explosion had never happened. Still, Steve didn't miss the way Eddie covered your wrist with his hand, exactly where the bruise was. As if to act as your little reminder. Your eyes quietly pleaded with Robin as you watched Steve shove more and more mashed potato into his mouth.

He wanted to give Dustin an excuse as to why he wasn't talking, which meant Dustin just turned to you and Eddie.

"When did you write that song you guys sang? It sounded pretty good." He gave you a little wink as to which you just chuckled. You did not miss the way Eddie's grip around your wrist tightened. "Someone almost fell off beat with the tambourine" He looked at Steve as to which Steve just sent him a middle finger with his tongue sticking out. Only earning him an eye roll in return.

"Oh I-" You looked at Robin quickly as she slightly shook her head. You weren't gonna tell him and the whole hellfire kids, but you didn't really have the best cover up answer. "I just wrote it this morning" You looked back down at your food, continuing to be disinterested in it.

"You guys have a fight?" Mike piped up, asking what all the kids were thinking. One quick glare from Eddie was all the younger boy needed to shut up again.

They had seen Eddie drive off with you in the car yesterday. They had seen your faces and the interaction with Billy. Ooo boi.

The question still lingering in the air, you realised you had waited a beat longer than you had wanted to answer, "No of course not. No, the song was about something else..." You looked at your best friends for help, but their blank stares back answered your own question.

"Something else?" Asked Dustin leaning in. He was such a little gossiper. Steve was shooting him death stares and a 'cut it out' hand gesture but Dustin was ignoring him.

"Or someone else..." Eddie muttered as he leant across and stole some of Gareth's fries. Thankfully the kids hadn't heard, but the wide eyes of the band members and the way they looked from you then back to Eddie made you swallow any words you were about to say.

"I wrote it ages ago; the lyrics were already done. It was holding me back." You tried to keep your voice normal as you could feel the rings that you loved so much on Eddie imprint onto your skin again. The bruise throbbing underneath your sleeve and you knew he knew what he was doing.

With your stomach turning, you felt your body begin to sweat. Looking around you at the familiar faces, for an escape - you felt your eyes lose focus. It felt like the whole room was swaying.

Someone was speaking at you but nothing was registering. The grip on your wrist the only thing you became aware of. The pain making you bite the inside of your cheek.

Then it felt like all eyes were on you, and still your mouth refused to function. No sound. The room swayed harder. The sounds became more muffled. You felt the pain on your wrist cease and that's when you bolted.

You hoped the words out of your mouth was some sort of excuse and not just panicked noise. Running. You were running. You didn't know where at first but your subconscious did. Muscle memory at its best. Falling back to the place you knew you could always escape to when things got too much. Shoving past people to get there fast.

Run! Just get out of here! Run!

Making it to the bathroom, you found an empty stall, thank fuck.

And then everything came out. All of the words that were said last night, all of the thoughts surrounding your head, the bruised skin on your wrist. All of the upset and the pain inside of you, you forced out through your mouth.

Once you had exhausted your body, it literally rejecting you to get rid of any more - you sat on the floor, quietly shaking. You hugged your hands around yourself and you whispered to yourself, "it's okay. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay" over and over again until you would believe it.

Flashbacks to the mall and hiding from the men with guns with Robin and Steve. How you had felt so strong. And then your strength being removed from you when you saw the monstrous thing from the Upside Down in the centre of the mall. The place where you had just begun to be yourself.

The memories coming to the front of your mind in flashes. Hiding like a child. Holding yourself tight. Messy mascara falling down your tired cheeks. Billy stood there and him being teared apart. Max screaming-

You clamped your hands over your ears as if to drown out the noise. "No please no, I want to forget. I want to forget!" you half-choked out.

Remembering where you were, you quietened yourself down and went back to repeating the same thing over and over. The rest of school didn't matter. You just needed to be away from it all.

Wiping the snot from your nose on your sleeves. You rolled up both of them and looked at the two black and purple bruises, one for each wrist. You could see the indents from where his rings had embossed themselves into your skin.

Honestly, if it wasn't Eddie being the one to have done this, you would have killed the person who hurt you like this. But after everything you two had been through. And how he made you feel safe, even after the trauma of last summer.

But you never knew this side of Eddie. And you never thought he would be this way towards you.

A gentle knock from the bathroom stall door, woke you up from your thoughts. Pulling your sleeves back down, you managed a, "hello?" Your voice sounding shaky and tired.

"Is everything okay?" you heard Robin's voice on the other side. Sighing, thanful that it wasn't someone else but also taking a deep exhale trying to calm yourself down.

"Not really, no" You admitted, shakily reaching up and being just able to unlock the door without getting up fully.

The door slowly opened and Robin was there with Nancy. Seeing your face, she gave a kind smile and said, "I brought reinforcements"

Smiling back your tears returning to you except these were tears of love. Nancy held out her hand and Robin held out another and you were gently pulled to your feet by the both of them.

You were pulled into a tight hug by Nancy and you melted. Nancy wasn't the type to be physically affectionate. She was better with her words than anything. It just wasn't her love language, unlike Robin. But when you really needed a hug, Nancy would always be the first one to give it to you.

"I'm sorry-" you started to apologise but Robin shushed you gently, using a soft tissue to wipe away the dried tear stains under your eyes.

"Where do you wanna go? What do you wanna do?" Nancy asked you, looking at you directly. Her eyes filled with concern and love.

"I can't make you miss school" you looked a her worriedly.

"Oh please, anything to get out of science class with Mrs Bustleby." You heard Robin say from behind you. Her hands gently finger brushing your hair back in place.

"I wanna stay here with you guys. Wherever you go I go." Nancy looked at you, her brow furrowing as she grew more concerned. "Please." you pleaded.

You hadn't been this bad since everything that had happened. You couldn't be alone, you had stayed over at one of their houses [usually Steve's] because you couldn't sleep, the nightmares plaguing you everywhere you went.

"Okay" Nancy said finally, glancing down at your hands quickly before taking one hand and leading you outside the bathrooms.

As you opened the door you saw Steve leaning against a wall and talking with Jonathan. Both of them turned to look at you.

"You could have come in ya know" Robin said, teasing Steve. Now that you were back to focused reality, you were aware of how many people were in this corridor again. Your breathing was still shaky.

"I'm not a girl dumbass" Steve said, gesturing in a confused manner and raising his eyebrow at her.

"Never stopped you before" Nancy chimed in as to which Steve then shut up and almost went a bit red and Robin had the biggest grin on her face. Jonathan took a minute to process it before clapping Steve on the back as if to say 'You walked into that one'.

"Is everyone still at lunch or...?" You looked at Steve nervously. It's not like you were going to avoid Eddie. You just really didn't need to see him right now.

"He went off with the hellfire gang. I actually think Dustin took an emergency meeting. Kid's pretentious as fuck but he means well." You knew an 'emergency meeting' was used when it was to either talk about the Upside Down or deal with an issue.

"Part of me is kind of intrigued as to what they are saying." Robin said before realising that that would be a very bad idea.

"I'll find out later from Dustin. Or you will." He pointed at you.

Before you could ponder the thought, the bell rang. Signalling the end of lunch and soon to be science class. Steve, Robin and Nancy lead the front of the pack - as a protective shield to anyone not welcome and to guard you.

Jonathan walked beside you. Fidgeting with his hands he looked at you and then looked down, then looked back at your hands that were crossed, holding yourself up. "I've got a first aid in my car, for after school" he said quietly enough so that only the four of you could hear him.

You gave him a small smile. He then went back to being silent and you felt your breathing even out. You were just about to say thank you when you heard him say, "You have to leave him if it gets too bad. If he won't get help and he makes you empty promises, you have to leave before it gets worse."

You looked at him. You saw Nancy slightly straighten up. You didn't know Jonathan as well as the rest of the group, but you had grown closer in the last 12 months, along with Nancy. He was the only one who understand your situation with your parents. He understood and got Nancy to help get you into the trailer park when you moved out. He was one of the first to know how bad it was.

And here he was telling you the same piece of advice he told you then. You silently promised him, meeting his eyes with a look of sadness mixed with agreement. Then you both looked down as you walked into science class and managed to get the seats five seats at the back. You put your head down and dissolved into your dreamland, and for once, Eddie was not invited.

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call-me-copycat · 19 days

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Hiii

This is going to be reallyyyyyy random but i wanted to ask you for an advise

(Ofc if you dont feel like answering me its just fine 💕)

So i wanted to start writing fics but idk how to get to people and that people read me. So i wanted to know how you did it.

Thanks so much 🩶🩷🤍

Hi! Don't worry about it, I always enjoy getting any type of asks to answer ₍₍ ᕕ(´ ω` )ᕗ⁾⁾

For me, I started straight from scratch as I had no previous online presence anywhere at all

I did read a lot for years before I decided to post anything, but to others I seemingly just popped up out of thin air (´>∀<｀)ゝ

I literally only got Tumblr to be able to read more, and eventually I gathered the confidence to write a fic and post it

Bear in mind, it was small and rough, as I had no common theme or layout, and alongside that it felt as if I was screaming into the void as I didn't expect many people to check it out

But for me, consistency and tagging was key.

I wrote my first fic and immediately made a masterlist for others so they could see what they could ask of me, since I went off of other writers who allowed people to request from them

I mainly just went off of what other writers were doing, mimicking them a bit in order to gather my bearings and create a base for me to go off of

Eventually people began sending asks, and I would write what they wanted. I tagged each post with as many relevant tags as I could get it, and in turn more people saw my works

Now, I haven't written anything from scratch since that first fic, as all of my fics come from me fulfilling asks sent to me (people are certainly very creative! I love receiving such complex asks, as it shows how much these people trust me to write their ideas)

I think communication is also important to your audience, as I also read and respond to any comments suggesting things

I do think it helped that I mainly write for a popular character (Aizawa) in a popular fandom (My Hero Academia)

I also feel I should mention that even if you put your whole soul into a story, there's a large chance it'll still flop. The audience decides what they like more in the end, and I just go off of that

For example; my Escaping The Night series is my absolute favorite to write, yet it gets very little interaction (though there are some that really are into it), compared to my short story that I barely put any thought into (A Runaway's Hope) getting tons of attention out of nowhere

There are highs and lows, but we all start from somewhere, I believe it just starts with taking that first step and going from there.

I do hope this helps just a little bit, the beginning is normally a little rough for most people, but I have faith you can do it! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

Start off small, because as long as it's there then it's something to start you off of (๑>ᴗ<๑)

I hope you have a lovely day! If you have anymore questions feel free to send in more asks \(❁´∀`❁)ﾉ𖤐´-

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yasmindifference · 2 years

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My favorite fic of yours oh shit, 1st one and I already failed. I'm dead I'm so bad at picking?? I've only read your jaytim fics but I've loved every single one of them. I guess if I have to pick by which one reheated in the microwave the most, then sweet dreams are made of thee!!!! honorable mention to do me a favor because it's the first fic I read from you and has a special place in my meowmeow 4. The best ship you’ve written for: jaytim (?) - I say sarcastically because it's the only one i've read so not like I have much to choose from but I'm sure anything you write would be amazing food I just have a strict diet. 5. A fic I haven’t read yet from you, but I want to: Mug shot? for whatever reason I have it on my tabs and then shit happens and idk it's stayed there but anyway i want to it will be eaten don't worry. 6.Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics: T-T jay kissing Tim after thinking he was dead and realizing how much he loves him and how much Tim means to him .... and then the kids breaking the moment lmao honorable mention to: "please be food, please be food" 8.What I like the most about your writing: probably that it is exciting and is not like you know what is happening. Your characterization for both Tim and Jay is right up my alley I enjoy their internal monologues a lot; Tim thirsting over jay in "do me a favor" is a great example haha. The way you develop and use both their strengths and weaknesses. Also love that you tell a lot and give a good plot with just enough words, no more and no less. A fic i’m excited for you updating/posting: twelve feet deep *ugly sobbing* is okay yas ;-; , i'll keep sacrificing goats until it happens Something I wish/hope you write: probably any of your tumblr fic titles xD omg all of them were so good you really went off. A fic of yours that i’ve re-read: do me a favor, sweet dreams are made of thee, rooftop proposal, say you'll be mine If i’ve ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else: oh yeah, I always rec your fics to my good friend sturmy :3 she isn't in the jaytim server and technically isn't much in this fandom tho but I always share jaytim fic recs with her and she's liked your stuff A fic I didn’t expect to like so much: just biology. I don't always like ABO fics tbh but this was fantastic, loved your use of scents as pretty much communication. A question I have about one of your fics: no, got nothing just stay an awesome cook

KRIZ!!! this message is so nice, you're too sweet ♡♡♡

so much love for the dreamsharing fic with this meme!! 👀 I had no idea people liked it this much....I guess I should reread and see what all the fuss is about 😂

lmao jaytim is pretty much all I post anyway! (aside from a dicktim I did...that was pure smut tho) I hadn't written in so long but then jaytim grabbed me by the throat and now I can't stop 😂

ohh I didn't know you hadn't read mugs hot! lmao take your time, it's not going anywhere ♡

♡♡♡ I was really proud of that scene, poor Jay was so emotional he needed something to pull him out of it....like a handful of babies who have just discovered shipping and their first otp is red hood/red robin 😂

eeee that's so much nice things to say about my writing 😭 you're too nice ♡♡

twelve feet deep......someday the muse for that fic will come back from war......hopefully your sacrifices speed things along?? 🐐

lmao maybe!! the one with dragon!Jason has some real possibilities, so who knows? ♡

♡♡♡♡♡ rereading and sharing my fics means so much to me, thank you ♡♡♡♡♡

ahh, that's so nice of you to say!! it's very flattering that you're willing to give something you don't always like a try for me 😭 thank you ♡

#krizariel #meme response #so many nice things you say to me ♡♡ thank you kriz ♡♡♡♡♡♡

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peachdoesfics · 2 years

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Chapter Two of oneshot-turned-fic that was requested by @moongoddessmox. I hope this is once again sufficient! <3

Take Me To Church {BikerAU! Bucky Barnes x Reader}

❗CW❗ This fic contains graphic violence, strong language, descriptions of sexual intercourse, and most of all, Domestic Abuse. Do not read this if it offends you, or will trigger you.

Do not replicate or repost my fics. The only site this fic will be on is Tumblr. If you see it anywhere else, it has been stolen. Please message me if you come across this.

You are free to reblog!

All mistakes are my own.

There are references to certain songs in this chapter, so just like the last one, i'll post them here. Feel free to listen to them whilst reading, it really sets the scene. Sorry that the boxes are so damn big.

Exodus

The interior of the building was, unsurprisingly, not much different from the outside. Everything was just the same, besides the fact that it had been coated entirely in a ghastly shade of fern. Over time it had seemed to mute down to a sickly vomit colour, showing just how old the place actually was. 'Must have been decades ago..' you found yourself musing, realising upon closer inspection that you were right. There was more exposed brick than anything else, years worth of plaster and paint visibly littering the clubhouse's accompanying stone flooring. You watched as numerous sets of hulking, leather and buckle laden boots dragged the plaster around under their feet, leaving dusty streaks of antique white in their wake. With baited breath, and eyes unable to keep from wandering, you did your best to follow after the other as he stomped throughout the large room, one hand stuffed into his the back of his jean pocket, the other resting in the opening of his kutte. Your hands wrung together nervously in comparison.

As Bucky had previously noted, it seemed that the previous commotion had since died down. The place now bubbled with overlapping conversations, howls of laughter, and clinking glasses, which was blanketed over by the dulcet tones of some music of old- more specifically, the sounds of classic Motown. It was pleasant, the crackling noise that spattered out of the time worn jukebox, one that would have previously grated at the inside of your skull, now perfectly complemented the place.

On second thought, everything seemed old here. The floors, though printed with a beautiful pattern, were cracked and broken, each individual tile's colour having been worn away after decades of being stepped on. Each wall, though already looking decrepit enough, were at least bought to life a little, as a vast collection of wall hangings encased the place. Some were ancient looking advertisements, probably for alcohol, others ranging all the way from the tiniest of photographs that were wedged in between the countless bottles of liquor, to gigantic hand-painted banners, depicting the clubs colours; the hand of Eve, her long, fleshless ghoul-like fingers curling around a rotting apple. These banners, at least the size of a Harley, coated every bare wall. It didn't take much to know that this was Clubhouse- unless you were blind.

However, most notable of the lot were undoubtedly the sheer majority of the people that sat inside the building. Whilst not clones of each other in any way, they all sported the same visual aesthetic. For one, they were all men, a stereotype- yet also strict tradition, unless you advertised otherwise. Another thing of note was that they all seemed to be dipping in and out of their late forties to early fifties, some more apparent than others, so much so that it became some sort of a game to see just how many young faces you could count. A fair few of the older men wore beards, which were either dotted with grey or almost white, others sported thinning hair that they hid under hats, or for the most daring, tattoos. The way they curled themselves around the chipped, stained wooden tables, women snaking themselves around them, their hands trailing all over each other's bodies.. it reminded you of times of old, causing you, against your will, to reminisce over the countless centuries old paintings that Zemo would have smothering the walls. In hindsight, it was probably those types of people that chose the music around here- not that you were complaining. Bucky didn't seem to care either; you swore you saw his lips move in time with The Four Tops' smash hit 'I can't help myself' at least three times, though you weren't sure that it would be a good thing to bring up.

The Clubhouse, now roaring with life (the positive kind), seemed to calm you at least a little. After all, you weren't entirely sure just what to expect, the time you'd spent in a sheltered, do-good-or-die community making damn sure of that. But, this place seemed a lot less dangerous than what the clusters of gossiping mothers would whisper about. Instead, you could easily compare it to nothing more than a little church community.. if every member wore a heavily adorned, leather kutte, and looked as if they'd drink themselves into a stupor. Now that would be a hell of a sight, to such an extent that you had to force yourself to suppress a giggle at the thought of it, rather attempting to shift your focus back to your surroundings, specifically the fact that it looked like a tornado had run through the building. Despite the mess, however, everyone seemed to be living alongside it as if nothing had happened.

Whether it were indeed a bar fight was unknown, but it was apparent that there had obviously been some sort of a scuffle, as Bucky kicked away a few large shards of discarded glass as he walked. These seemed to be the remnants of a collection of drinking glasses that had been used as projectiles of sorts, the ones that Barnes had kicked away definitely not being the last. What hadn't occurred to you, at least not yet, was that despite the place having since changed its tune in the wake of Bucky re-entering, small collections of whispers and mutters had begun to bubble up again. These, whilst only situated at certain tables for now, caused Bucky to instinctively take a hold of your arm. His hold wasn't harsh in any way, though was firm, his fingers curling around your wrist with almost protective intent.

"New bird you got there, eh, Pres?" A thick, drunk sounding voice bravely sauntered out over the music all of a sudden. All of the talking appeared to stop as more and more tables turned and stared. Some didn't, noticeably the older men, probably knowing that this wasn't going to turn out well from experience, though everyone else seemed to follow the male's voice as if he were the Messiah. A few even craned their necks just to get a look at you, and, almost by clockwork, then came the mumbling. You just turned your head away and wrapped your free arm around yourself, your poor choice of clothing most likely not making the situation any better. This seemed to be something that Bucky picked up on, as he shuffled over a little more as if he were attempting to shield you. No matter what he did, however, you couldn't help but feel trapped, encircled by lions in a colosseum. Every pair of blinking, unmoving eyes were on you, like you were a piece of raw, bloody meat, including the drunk male who had plucked up the immeasurable, albeit Dutch courage of being the first to speak up. To mention, you weren't sure were it came from at first, but just from the way that Bucky was peering over gave you the faint idea that it had come from one of the corner tables in the back. Under the blinding lights, you couldn't exactly make out who it was either, but the aforementioned male knew immediately, responding with a set of knitted brows and a booming voice.

"Your folks ever taught you to mind our own business, Hawk?" Bucky called back loudly. It seemed at first that he was simply joking; the way that the other responded being a goofy, though proud looking grin, but that was wiped from his face pretty quick as a growl crawled it's way up the longer haired male's throat. Honestly, you weren't sure what he was expecting. Maybe a few laughs, a free drink, or the attention that he so obviously craved from his peers, and more importantly, Bucky. "Bold of you to talk about birds." He continued, though this time, and to your surprise, his once crystal clear voice dropped down to an intense, albeit cool drawl. So cool, in fact, that he could have easily re-frozen the melting ice caps with just the power of his tone. "Why don't you just fuck off back to your roost?"

Hawk seemed to do nothing in return but slump in his chair, his head bowed into his glass that he bought to his lips. Cheeks, although already infused with a drunken sprinkling of red, now blazed a shock of amaranth, as if he'd been slapped, face prickling with the heat of embarrassment. He didn't take a drink however, the muddy looking liquid instead sitting just below his chin. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." The dark haired male slurred sourly into his glass, the few accompanying bodies dotted around his table sniggering scornfully like school children.

Bucky let go of your wrist before taking a few commanding steps forward. If he were a dog, his ears would have pricked, but the sheer speed at which the male seemed to turn his head was animalistic enough. "You group of fuckers wanna speak up there?" He paused as he took a few more steps forward, the muscles in his face tightening. His words curled and slithered out of his mouth dangerously, his foot tapping impatiently on the floor. Your ears buzzed as Barnes' voice reverberated over the spread of now bowed heads. "..Because I don't mind taking this outside." He expressed, though it sounded more like an offer than a threat. His tone also seemed less pointed, more targeted towards the whole room. As he spoke, he glared down at everyone through his eyelashes, hooded eyes lowered, tone unwavering.

Hawk, like the others, didn't raise his head, the rest of the gaggle doing the same as they too buried themselves into their drinks. Not a single sound could be heard in the whole bar, almost as if it were encapsulated in a sweet placid stillness, besides the now steady sound of Bucky's foot tapping the floor. Even the jukebox had stopped playing; the whirring of the disk changer could be heard, yet barely. Although not directed towards you, the blaring silence left you with an uneasy feeling, something along the lines of a pit in your stomach.

'Click. Click. Click.' Went the toe of his boots, the steel toe clacking against the floor like a pair of castanets.

"That's what i thought." Barnes grumbled after he seemed satisfied enough with the length of the silence, and, promptly taking a hold of your wrist again, though this time significantly looser, the both of you continued your walk through the clubhouse.

'Okay, so not like a church community.' You thought.

Bucky's irises swept over the place like an eagle. He was a superhero, the way they would perch themselves over the city and look down upon the citizens not being that much of a stark contrast between the way Barnes was acting. However, even at the height that Bucky stood, a proud 6'1, he had to prop himself up a tad on his heels, the spread of different bodies at such a range of heights making it difficult for the other to find exactly what, or indeed who he was looking for.

You weren't exactly sure yourself, but there was no possible way that you were going to be able to look over Bucky's shoulder, or peer around him to see what was going on. Instead, you tapped the other on his back, which in return got you nothing but a distracted sounding hum. "What are you doing?" You whispered, inching yourself closer to the other as a man squeezed behind you on his way to the bar, muttering a:

"'Scuse me, darlin.."

Barnes pulled a face as his head darted around the place, craned up with his jaw aiming for the ceiling. It seemed as if he was having real trouble. "Remember that kid, Parker?" Barnes aired, though didn't turn to face you. He fiddled with the collection of rings that accessorized his fingers, turning them around in circles. Your silent nod, and slightly more audible huff of air was enough for Bucky to know that you were indeed listening, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth a few times. "I think, and I'm not saying I'm right here, that whatever went down here was over Peter."

"Something this bad? Over Peter? ...Why?" You asked rather incredulously, a single brow now cocked, your attention peaking.

"Needless to say, he fucked up. Big time. I can't- and won't go into specifics, but let's just say.." He paused as if looking for the appropriate words to say, his hands moving around themselves and pinching the air. "...It's a money problem." His hands bobbed to accentuate each word, and afterwards just resumed playing with his rings. "I'm pretty sure I don't have to say anything else for you to know that this is pretty serious."

"Yeah, you don't." Your breath whistled through your teeth as you inhaled sharply, and your eyes widened in to some sort of a surprised, yet unbothered stare. "I can just.. I don't know, take a look around, i mean-"

"Like fuck you are." Barnes shook his head, emitting a serious chuckle. "You're staying here. You've seen what the fuckers in here are like. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

You nodded. After all, Bucky was speaking the truth, although you were only offering your help. He was right, though. These people, or 'Fuckers' as Bucky had so crudely named them, had already thrown any sense of trust out of the window. You'd expected it, however, otherwise he wouldn't have gone out of his way to pre-warn you like he did; the sudden protectiveness still catching you a little off guard. "I..I guess you're right, sorry. Any idea where he could be though? I mean... this place isn't exactly the cleanest- oh, hold the phone. There he is!"

"Where?" Barnes shook his head, brows furrowed as he peered around dumbly. You stared up at him, even pointing out your hand, to which the other just held his own out in front of him, all exasperated.

"Oh, just.." You rolled your eyes and squeezed past the other, who pulled a sour face, like he'd just been disobeyed by his child. Taking a quick and tight grip of your wrist once more, you shot him an annoyed look in return, something that almost knocked the other off of his feet. All of a sudden, the shy, barely speaking person that he had taken in, had become this brave, no-nonsense.. thing, who had the nerve to boss him around! His speech faltered, to which you took advantage of as soon as you saw the chance. "Look, I appreciate the protective.. I don't know, uh.. thing you have going on, but right now, your only goal is to find Peter, right? If this thing is as serious as you're making it out to be, then the last thing you should be doing is messing around. Right now, I can help myself. Now come on."

"You shouldn't talk to me like that, you know." The rough man muttered as he unwillingly followed you, eyes trained at the floor. It didn't seem as if he was serious with his threats; rather that he was just a little peeved that he'd been talked down to like that. Maybe this was the first time it had happened; you figured that with his tough and uninviting demeanor, it would seem that other people wouldn't dare talk down to him like that, or at all.

As you had pointed out, there, in the middle of the club, and at your feet, knelt Peter, who rested upon his hands and knees. Clenched in one hand was a disgustingly grimy rag, accompanying an equally as dirty bucket. It seemed, at least from where you were standing, that he was cleaning the floor; just what he was cleaning from the floor however, that was unknown- until you peered from around Barnes' side, that is. In reality, area around the thinner male was coated in a crude mixture of blood and vomit, some of which had curdled, and became a gelatinous puddle, with the consistency of mucus.

Most of all, it stank. Embodying the odour of a septic tank that had cooked in the hot summer sun all day, it irritated your nose as it invaded your senses. The already lingering stench of stale piss and beer that had followed you in from outside didn't make it much better. You had to hold your sleeve to your mouth in a failed effort to avoid smelling it, though still retched, Peter casting an apologetic glace over to you, to which you returned with nothing but a taut jaw. It wasn't really until you held your gaze that your restrained look quickly morphed into one of utter horror, for it was his face that caught you way off guard. When you had seen it previously in the night, not even 20 minutes ago now, it was nothing more than a little scuffed up. Now, in such a small amount of time, it had become something heavily reminiscent of a Jackson Pollock painting.

It wasn't as if his face was rearranged, rather that the blood that coated his face had the air of having been applied hastily with a brush. Though, as you knew, Pollock's paintings weren't without a fair few splotches. These were horribly represented by the collection of wounds that had blossomed upon the poor man's face, consisting of two developing black eyes; one of which was already beginning to swell, what looked like a broken nose (though you hoped it was just a particularly bad nosebleed), and a burst bottom lip, which had since formed a thick scab. Each new wound had been layered atop his old ones, so much so that you could see the garish purple bruise from before only just poking out.

Despite having felt betrayed by a man you had met not moments before, you now stood in front of him with some sense of... forgiveness? The feeling even felt stupid to you, but you pushed it aside, and without even thinking, found yourself looking down at the fair-skinned male with the same expression you had the first time you saw him. To you, he was just that scared, alone young kid on the side of the road, yet he refused to meet your worried gape.

"Are you okay?" You asked quietly, giving the male a quick once over with your eyes. You weren't really in a good state yourself, your body aching and your mind still reeling from the build up of events that had occurred in the last few hours, but you were nowhere near as fucked up as he was. Whoever did this must have been demented. Peter remained quiet, busying himself with his cleaning just as the jukebox had loaded yet another disk. It was almost as if the click of the record being lowered into place had bought the young member to life, and he scrubbed the floors on beat with the song that was playing. Barnes, his foot absentmindedly tapping along with the melody of the song, nudged you harshly with a rough tatted elbow. You tore your vision away from Parker almost instantaneously, only to be greeted with the unwelcome, yet expected sight of the other shooting you an ice cold, fierce glare.

"I told you not to talk to anyone in here." He hissed darkly, and you noticed that just from the sound of his voice that what had happened between him and Hawk had really gotten on his nerves. Though, as much as you did want to comment on the way Barnes was acting, you knew it wouldn't be a good idea. It was also good to note that Barnes was probably still pissed off after what had happened outside, too. From what you could make out, (though it was probably a wrong assumption anyway), was that Bucky had been seriously undermined by whoever that 'Rogers' guy was, and it seemed that he had decided to take it personally. Nevertheless, Barnes decided not to utter a single word about it.

'Probably better off for the Club.' You thought, hands clasping into themselves again as you struggled to maintain eye contact with the other. To be honest, you weren't sure what to say to him. Did he expect an apology? A thank you? Or did he expect you to get down onto your knees and worship him like some sort of God? Thankfully, barely a few more seconds passed before Bucky's steely glare faded, and his overcast blue irises traveled all the way down to Peter, whom he nudged with the toe of his boot.

"You." Barnes barked tiredly. "Go change that water. How do you expect to clean the floors with that shit?"

"Oh, uh.. Yeah. Sorry, Sir." Peter's head perked up, and he looked around at his surroundings. For some reason he shook his head as if he had something in his hair, before he got up quickly, brushing himself off. "You're right. I'll go change it. Thanks." It was almost, in the amazing speed that Peter had sprung to his feet, that his obviously excruciating wounds now failed to exist, as if they had been turned to dust. He was a drone, and the Clubhouse a hive, immediately becoming able bodied at his superior's request. The both of you watched as Peter picked up the bucket with both hands, the wet rag squelching under his tight grip like water-saturated bread, your skin crawling in utter disgust. You were also pretty sure you felt your toes curl in your shoes too.

It took until Peter hauled the bucket up that you to saw just how dirty the water was. How Peter had managed to clean up as much as he did was insane. The bucket, that was made from a cheap plastic, looked as if it were going to buckle under the weight of the water, which in itself was filled to the brim. It felt wrong calling the liquid water, as even from up close, it was discernible, the substance barely looking like the normally crystal clear liquid. Hell, it wasn't even the right consistency to be called water, never mind the colour which was an entirely opaque brown, the shade reminding you of chewing tobacco. It didn't seem far-fetched to assume that it was filled with tobacco spittle either, a barrage of scum that floated atop the sea of dirt only cementing the idea, as it looked like cancerous phlegm. The thought of Peter dipping his hands in the liquid, without a care in the world.. you couldn't think about it without becoming nauseous. Peter eventually steadied the bucket, and turned slowly, eyes trained on the murky bog inside the container.

"Parker." Bucky suddenly spoke, his voice gruff as he opened his kutte, slipping a hand into the breast pocket. You watched between them, peering at Barnes as he rummaged around in his pocket, paying no attention to the other he had just called for, who turned with such rigor that the water in the bucket sloshed over the sides, a small puddle splashing to the ground at his feet. Barnes finally returned from his Mary Poppins-like pockets, slipping out yet another cigarette, to no one's surprise. Shoving the fag between his lips, Bucky emitted something along the lines of an exasperated sigh as his eyes lay over the smaller male, who now sported a rather apologetic looking grimace, though it was almost as if he had expected it to happen.

Ignoring the younger male's attempt at an apology, you peered over at Bucky as he now attempted to find a lighter. It was like he'd conveniently forgotten just how much trouble it had given him last time. You'd half hoped he'd whip up a new one out of thin air, as maybe it would get the conversation over faster, and you'd get to wherever it was he was taking you. You didn't want to seem rude, (that was the last thing you'd want to do, Zemo having done his best to bully that trait out of you), but the Clubhouse was filling up with more and more people as each minute passed, and you felt anxious enough. Alas, Barnes did not possess the powers of a genie, and instead opted to using the same old cheap plastic Zippo that had fucked him over last time. "Who roughed you up like that, huh?" He asked, twirling the lighter between his fingers. Better than shaking it like a madman, though not as if he didn't look like one already.

Peter's hazel eyes traveled over to the side, glinting against the thrumming overhead lights above. They had the appearance of glass; you weren't sure whether he was crying or not. Instead of saying something, which would have been disturbed by the sound of the other male now flicking at his lighter in a losing battle to get it to spark, he instead switched his grip around on the handles of the bucket in order to relieve some pressure, if there was any at all.

Bucky flicked at it a few times, his teeth bared ever so slightly as he kept a tight grip on the roll up that was wedged between his teeth. His other hand sheltered the sparks that sputtered and flared from the flint. It took a while, though with the carcinogenic now lit and emitting it's dragons breath, Bucky took a long, slow drag whilst his eyes scanned Parker, like the way a father would to his kid. "Look, Parker." He spoke after slipping the cigarette out of his mouth. He let it smoke passively as he leaned all of his pressure on one leg. You watched it rise and eventually disappear, this conversation both boring you, and being one you probably shouldn't be listening to as it was. Barnes paused, the smoke he had been seemingly holding in his mouth now exhaled in a thick, wisp of cloud. "I appreciate you upholding the no snitching code, but I need to know who it is that thinks they have the right to be handing out punishments around here."

"It was Rogers." Peter continued, closing his swollen eyes. It took a while for him to muster up the words, almost as if they were damning- which they seemed to be, as Barnes responded with an annoyed huff of air through his teeth. His suspicions were correct. As if it were a toothpick, Barnes placed the coffin nail back between his teeth and just left it hanging there. You'd now taken to watching the ever-growing ash sprout at the end, trying to perfectly time just when it would fall. The now nervous Peter shuffled on his feet. "He.. He didn't do it all, I mean, he got some others to do most of it, so it wasn't all him, and-" He paused, his rambling forcing him to take a breath. Darkened irises, wide with fear, darted around the Clubhouse as his voice hushed to barely audible. Barnes even had to lean forward, struggling to hear over the ever growing cacophony of voices. A few people had even taken to singing along- though it was less like singing, and more like a collection of drunken idiots yelling along to the music. They were like a virus, the way they spread and mutated every few minutes. Before you knew it, almost the whole bar, including the recently scorned Hawk, were now joining in on a rather mentally exhausting rendition of Gloria Gaynor's 'I Will Survive.' It proved to be a perfect noise level to cover what Peter was so nervous about saying. "It wasn't like I didn't deserve it, but they were also saying other things. Something about Rogers trying to get under your skin-"

"Damn right you deserved it, kid." Bucky pulled away, flicking the ash away with his tongue. It seemed as if what Peter had said had garnered no reaction from the other, but at least it confirmed your suspicions. Whether Bucky actually believed it, that was a whole other question, but the way his steely eyes became piercing all of a sudden at least confirmed that he had heard it. "You may have fucked up, but Rogers has no say who dishes out the punishments, whether you were under his call or not."

It took a while of chatting, most of it hunched over and almost voiceless, for Peter to become more comfortable with the other. Barnes' personality had also seemed to change as a whole, the way he talked to Peter coming across as friendly, and relaxed. It was a far cry from his otherwise normal, reserved demeanor, the former of which you had grown to prefer a lot more, despite the fact that you barely knew him. The sound of spitting, hollow engines that roared with a throaty growl signified the end of the conversation for Bucky, and he dropped the still smoking, charred butt of his cigarette into the bucket. Both you and Peter watched it intently as it fizzled out with a hiss upon immediate contact, then bobbed atop the grime as if it were a buoy. Bucky, on the other hand, couldn't give a shit. "Go on your way now." He ordered the other, with a dismissive flick of his hand.

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and Parker? I want this place fucking shining by the time you get back. Is that clear?"

With not another word, choosing to only respond with a nod, Peter took his leave not seconds later. With a stress-soaked sigh, Bucky had already turned on his heel and resumed his walk through the room, though despite his obviously visible tensity, evident by the way the man cruelly and carelessly raked his fingers through his own hair, he still strode confidently through the Clubhouse. You followed after him in silence, eyes now trained back at your feet. The previous burst of confidence was all but permanent, now feeling as if it were some sort of manic reaction. The nagging demon of doubt had returned, and whispered haunting words into your ears as you meekly followed after the other.

'I wonder what's going to happen when Helmut wakes up..' the voice crooned, its intrusivity causing you to flinch.

You wove your way through the tables and chairs, whereas Barnes didn't have to. The sea seemed to part for him. He was more or less a dictator, the way everyone, no matter how old, or naive knew that they would be better off getting out of his way, and quick. Some even tipped their hats or bowed their heads at the sight of him, almost afraid to meet their eye. You, despite being nothing but a lowly civilian, now seemed to receive the same welcoming. At first it was jarring, the way the place quietened like a wave as you both ambled by. You felt like king and queen, though after a while, the hands that didn't grab, the voices that didn't snark and whisper became a blessing.

Your head killed.

Forming in the aftermath of Peter's rather failed attempt at a mugging, it had begun to gradually get worse as the night went on. Now, and relentlessly, it pounded, feeling as if there was a demon struggling to get out, it's claws scratching and gouging at the inside of your skull. In all honesty, you just wanted to sleep. Nevertheless, saying anything would be fruitless, the words probably just falling on deaf ears, so you did your utter best to swallow down the pain, your eyes half closed as you squinted down at the floor.

"Oh, shit- I'm sorry-" You squeaked out all of a sudden, as you seemed to hit what felt like a wall, though it was unnaturally textured, parts jutting out irregularly and with the added feeling of cloth gently brushing against your cheeks.

"Woah there, chick." A heavy, slurred voice drawled. So definitely not a wall. "You should watch where you're going around 'ere." The faceless voice sneered, the accompanying figure swaying tenderly to the music. A pint glass of beer, the liquid coloured a deep, dark brown, pendulated alongside him, sloshing up against the sides. It took you a little while, but once your blurring vision cleared, you could finally make out just who you had bumped into.

Not the large, stocky biker you'd expected, the male instead stood at an above average 6'4, though that could have just been because of the tall-soled boots he wore on his feet. His stature, well, it was big, especially for his age (mid 20s, give or take), though not what you'd envisioned. He was nowhere near the size of Bucky, though barely fell shy, his heavily toned biceps curled around the waist of some skimpily dressed addict, who in turn, had herself wrapped around the other, needle like nails grazing against his clothed chest. The dusty blond ignored the obviously high female as she purred absently into his ear. It looked as if she could be blown away with one singular puff of air.

You kept your eyes trained on the girl, almost as if you were transfixed. You didn't look at her as if you admired her, though, rather surveying her with an air of deep concern. As expected, however, she didn't even notice you, almost as if she were in her own world. Sure would be a better one than this current reality, or at least it seemed to be, the utterly euphoric, yet not-all-there gaze the girl had plastered across her face easily showing that. It was obvious, even though you hated to say it, that Rogers was the one supplying her with the drugs. She wouldn't be attached to the other like a parasite otherwise. In a fit of irony, it seemed as if you barely noticed your surroundings yourself, as the feeling of Barnes pulling you behind him with a rough yank of the wrist didn't even register.

"Keep out of it, Rogers. I'm sure you have somewhere to be." Coolly, Bucky puffed out his chest though remained scarily calm, his relaxed movement of resting all of his weight on one leg seeming to work, as the other just rolled his eyes, backing away like a cornered animal.

So this was Rogers.

"Oh, come on, Buck, lighten up a little!" Steve moaned, though he seemed to be feigning the hurt, his face still plastered with a cheeky grin. His sky blue irises met yours as he yanked Bucky over to him with a hand that he snaked around his waist, Barnes stumbling over with a groan as he did so. You too careened forward, though Barnes, albeit reluctantly, let go of your wrist once more. "Can you believe that we used to be best friends, him and I? Now look at him, all pissed off and a piece of shit for a brain."

You weren't sure whether he expected you to laugh. Instead, you just responded with a blank, thin-eyed stare, the ache having distorted into a stabbing electric pain behind your eyes.

Roger's expression curled and contorted into one depicting the way someone would stare at a caged animal, almost as if this was the first time someone had dared not laugh at his jokes. However, instead of becoming peeved, or pissed off, his tensed jaw instead relaxed, and he bought the glass to his lips as his mischievous smile once again returned, though this time it was paired with a cocked brow, his interest peaked. Swallowing down the rest of his drink in one gulp, Rogers set the glass onto the nearest table and held out a hand.

"Rogers. Steve Rogers. Tell me, Buck, where did you find this gem?"

Barnes rolled his eyes, massaging his temples. "I didn't 'find' her, you dick- and I don't see how that's any of your business."

Steve responded with a childish pout, his hand left hanging for around five seconds, until he waved it, as if he insisted that it be shook. It wasn't until then that you extended yours in return, to which Rogers swept up with a hearty guffaw. "So she can follow orders! Quite the obedient little one you've got here, Barnes."

You pulled your hand away as if it had been burnt, a scowl coating your lips. Rogers, receiving the reaction he was indeed expecting, returned with a dirty smirk, looking you up and down. "Feisty too."

"Alright, that's enough. Fucking prick." Barnes interjected, a sour look on his face. His eyes shifted over to yours, noting your expression. "Look, I told you not to listen to what people say in here-"

"Come on, sweetheart.." The girl, out of the blue, whined airily, her voice hoarse and brittle, bony, anorexic fingers skating over Roger's hair, and her voice, this being the first time she had spoken, being enough to set someone on edge. Steve's locks, though short, were enough for her to wrap around her fingers. Steve audibly groaned, his fists flexing, abraded knuckles spotted and worn. "You said you'd got me more of that stuff..-"

"For god's sake, shut the fuck up!" Steve howled all of a sudden as he pushed her with such ferocity that her body slammed to the floor with a loud and resounding smack. "Can't you see I'm busy!?" You visibly jolted back, eyes wide, whereas Barnes just shot the other a look. It was apparent that Rogers, whilst quick witted and enigmatic, was downright unpredictable, bordering on psychosis, something that, whilst shocking in the moment, now didn't seem all that surprising.

"Rogers. Was that really necessary?" Bucky's tattooed arms crossed over one another, though he ended up propping one up atop the other to scratch his beard. Despite his scolding demeanor, it really seemed as if he didn't care, as neither persons eyes fell to the girl who had since begun crying.

"She wouldn't fucking leave me alone." Steve muttered, sounding the way a toddler would when they discarded a toy.

"Doesn't mean you have to push her like that, shithead."

"Tsk tsk. Language, Buck. You know how much I hate it when you speak those utterly harmful words." Rogers smarmed, the corners of his lips turning up into a shit eating grin as he leered through his drink, already forgetting what had just happened, as if he hadn't done it. Your eyes met the floor, where the female lay, panting like a dog. Breath hitching in your throat, you looked between the both of them, before leaning down to help her, a hand outstretched.

"Don't you touch her!" Roared Steve all of a sudden, and he leapt forward. You jolted, only just turning on your heel to see that Steve was heading right for you. Without any time to react, you stood like a deer in headlights, your eyes squeezed shut so hard that you were sure you popped a blood vessel.

Though, with lighting fast reflexes, like no other normal man you'd seen before, Bucky had lunged straight for Rogers, pushing him away with such force that he stumbled back, slamming against the hard stone floor with a sharp groan. When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see that he was curled up on the floor in a fetal position, gasping for breath. Not only that, but the sheer volume of it was due to the fact that the whole club had once again come to a complete stop, this time as if it were frozen. A few members, varying in height and stature, begun rising from their seats, but Barnes just spun, teeth bared. "The fuck are you all looking at?"

The Clubhouse instantaneously roared back to life.

A corridor, thin, and bitingly cold, now stood silently ahead of you. The both of you had since taken your leave, Bucky having left Rogers on the floor as he attempted to catch his breath. He had winded him, leaving the other in a state that rendered them immobile, for now. Barnes knew he would get a bollocking tomorrow, but it didn't faze him, as what would someone with Roger's lower standing be able to do?

The hallway in itself wasn't bare, as a number of doors, either cracked open or locked shut lined the painted walls like soldiers to attention. You shot an inquisitive look to the other, who just chewed on the inside of his cheek, a moist clicking sound being the only noise he made. That was until the male eventually shook his head, cocking up the corner of his top lip as if expressing disgust. "You won't be staying there. Those are for our permanent members, or sometimes, very rarely, members from other chapters."

"Chapters?"

Bucky continued on down the corridor. Peering in the open rooms as they sped past, you noticed they were all empty, and undecorated, to boot. The only seemingly nice thing about it was the fact that they were somewhat furnished, a bed and a carpet making up the small, boxlike area. "A chapter is like a.. city, or even a country. When the club splits off, which isn't always bad.." He broke his speech with a sigh, his voice loud over the echoing footsteps that bounced on the walls as you both made your way through. "..They make, I don't know, congregations, um.. new places to call home. Sometimes they come down, you know, for joint meetings. When something bad happens, mostly, like a big death in the club."

"Are they often, the deaths?" You spoke after a while, stopping just as Bucky did. You both now faced a larger door at the end of the corridor, to which Barnes pulled out a set of keys. It took him a few seconds to find the right one, and when he did, he wedged it into the lock.

"You sure ask a lot of questions for someone of your.." he looked you up and down. "..look. What are you, a cop?"

"My look? And no, do I look like a fed to you?" you peered down at yourself, wrinkling your nose. It was true- as much as you hated to admit it, you were more of an outsider than anyone else in this place. 'No wonder they were all looking at me weird.' You ruminated, yet responded vocally with a long, dense, and very pointed exhale. Barnes only chuckled chestily, his back turning to you as he jiggled the door handle for a few moments, then, with a kick to the bottom of the door, manhandled it open.

"This is where I stay. I have a place, but for a while I was used to hopping around from place to place, y'know, shelters, couch surfing, all that stuff. But here..."He ran a calloused, weathered hand over the wall, then rubbed the powdery plaster residue onto his jeans. "This is my longest place to date... besides my folk's house of course."

You nodded, eyes scanning the moderately spacious, 100 square foot room. It was surprisingly clean for someone of such an unkempt, rough looking visual; not a single piece of litter gracing the old, carpeted floor, rather being shoved in a small, plastic rotary lidded bin that stood in the corner. Upon closer inspection, it didn't seem as if the room had been lived in much at all. Despite being furnished, and quite well at that, everything in the room seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dust, as if it hadn't been touched in a long time. The only thing that was disturbed was the double bed, which had its blanket rustled and slightly messy. There were minimal decorations on the walls too, something that was a rather relieving thing, as the main Clubhouse area was littered with them. Instead, all there was were a few photographs, the only people you recognised being Bucky, Steve, (and for some odd reason, Hawk), and a collection of takeaway menus that were either sporadically taped or pinned to the wall.

Across from the bed was simply a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. Atop the drawers was nothing to note, besides a desk lamp, an extra set of keys, and a motorcycle helmet. All in all, it was a rather boring room to look at, though it seemed to be filled with everything a man like Bucky would need.

Kicking one of the feet of his bed with his boot, Barnes motioned over to it as he shut the door behind him wit a click. "No one should bother you here. Go ahead, make yourself at home."

Politely, though hesitantly, you lowered yourself onto the bed, surprised when it cushioned your arse and actually took your weight. You'd half expected it, not as if this would reflect on Bucky in any way, that it would simply collapse under you or emit some sort of humanoid, pained groan. This was indeed not a reaction to your weight, but rather the way it looked- like a haggard, old man.

However, a fairly new set of winter season bedding blanketed the double bed, matching pillows propped up against the chipped mahogany headboard that was rafe with scratches and dent marks. Obvious reason aside, it looked like something the other had picked up from the side of the road, and in all honesty, you were expecting to lift up the duvet to see that the frame was held together with nothing but duct tape and loose screws.

The sheer state of the headboard was enough of a deterrent as it was, causing you to create some sort of a mental note to carefully avoid any certain stains.. if you came across them, that is. Normally you weren't one to judge, hell, you were friends with all the weird kids back in your school days- but you didn't know Bucky. It was almost as if he were ripped straight out of a fanfiction, rugged, stoic and commanding, something that most girls would fall for at the drop of a hat.

Most of the women that were entertaining in the bar had most probably been in Bucky's bed.

"You'll be stayin' here for the time being." Bucky spoke as he walked around the room, intent on making it look at least a little more presentable. Things like the spare keys, motorcycle helmet and takeaway leaflets were put away safely or thrown into a draw. "I would have gotten you to take one of the other rooms, but.. they're not really mine to give out."

"Here?" You asked, running your hands over the soft duvet bedding. "But don't you.. I mean, i know you have a place, you said that yourself, but whilst you're here..-"

"Nah. It's not a problem. I'll probably end up sleeping in the meeting room or something, either that or i'll just.. you know.. stay up."

"Stay up?" Oh, but.." You stood, brows upturned into a look of sadness. "I appreciate your hospitality, but if its going to cause that much of a problem, then i can just go."

"I said it's not a problem." He responded, though it came across a lot more forcefully than he wanted to, his lips pulling into a thin line as he silently cast an awkward look.

"...Oh. Um, okay." You muttered, and lowered yourself back onto the bed. "I'll stay here for two nights, nothing more. I wouldn't want to get in your hair any longer than that."

Barnes, after around five minutes of silence, shot a somewhat scrutinizing glance over to you as you fiddled with the zipper on your hoodie, then rubbed your hands together as if you were trying to warm yourself up. "..Why exactly were you out this late?" He spoke quietly. "No offense, but someone of your background.. they don't exactly come 'round here for no reason."

"I told you, I was going to meet a friend."

"Hm." One arm folded over the other, and he cocked his head to the side. "You know, if you're in any trouble-"

Without even looking at the other, you shoved your hands in your pockets, atmosphere humming with tension- or at least to you it seemed that way. So it finally happened. It felt like a million dollar question, yet another catch twenty two. If you told him, what would he do? Surely, he wouldn't care all that much, you hoped. Maybe he was only asking in the hopes of a shred of conversation, after all, that five minute silence was painfully awkward. Though what if he knew Helmut? It seemed unlikely, Helmut wouldn't be seen dead in this part of town, his reputation was too important to throw away over such a stupid thing.

You had to lie.

"No, i'm not." You enunciated stiffly, staring in to your lap. The other's eyes squinted, and he combed his fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his face. It fell, perfectly framing his face, showing off his expression, which seemed to be a little suspicious.

"Sure." The male nodded, though didn't look away. The oh-so-painful silence returned, the majority of which you spent nibbling on the inside of your lip until you eventually drew blood. "Well.." With the resounding sound of Barnes slapping his hands together as if he were signifying the end of a quiz round, he stretched himself out, straightening his kutte so that it sat square on his shoulders. "..That's me. If you need anything at all, food, clothes.. just knock on the door. I'll probably end up making my rounds anyway, once this place quietens down."

As he walked towards the door, your eyes followed him. Unfailingly, and right on time, your stomach pained. Sure, you'd eaten, but it had gotten to the point where it had become whatever Helmut had either left out, or wanted you to have. That evening in particular, you had been treated with the scraps left in a bowl of warming stew, consisting of chopped potatoes, watered down stock, vegetables, and, as your lover seemed particularly generous that day, two or three mouthfuls of meat.

"Actually.. some food would be nice." You muttered sheepishly, just as Barnes' hand curled around the unpolished brass door handle. "If it's not too much trouble."

"Gotcha, 'n not at all. I'll see if there's anything out back." The american drawled, his voice having inklings of smugness sprinkled throughout it.

You slipped into bed as you waited for Bucky to come back. It wasn't long, however, before you rested your head on the pillow, and felt the oh so irresistible pull of Sleep, her hands brushing against your stained cheeks, benevolent and delicate. Her digits swept against your eyelids as if they were the work of a spirit, the pads of her fingers as soft as velvet, her sweet whispers imbued with melatonin. Before you knew it, and without any fight at all, you had fallen asleep, the sounds of the Clubhouse that echoed around you becoming nothing more than whispers. Bucky returned not ten minutes later, huffing and puffing, having apparently sped down the corridor on his way back. In his hands he held a home-made sandwich, the layers of which stacked atop each other erratically, and seemingly without a second thought- although it was relatively simple, being just white bread, butter, and an accompanying filling. In the other was a cup of tea, it's teabag still stewing inside the chipped mug.

"Alright, all I could find was a- oh." Barnes hushed, his head poking around the door. Glancing down at you, he stood stock still for a while, listening to your calm, rhythmic breathing, and once he was sure that you were asleep, the other squeezed in between the gap in the creaky door, his footsteps thankfully muffled by the carpet. He flicked off the light, which fizzled out with a low, short buzz.

Barnes was known to be relentless, having lived a rough life, both before and during his time in the club- and yet, after all he had seen, all he had done, he couldn't stop a small smile from crawling its way up onto his face as he shut the door behind him.

"Sweet dreams, Doll."

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munsons-melody · 10 months

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angeleyes

summary: after seeing nancy get pulled into a trance, eddie gets worried the same might happen to you and makes you a tape with your favorite song on a loop, even though you're broken up

pairing: eddie munson x female!henderson!reader

cw: bit of angst but ends with fluff

recommended songs: 'disillusion' and 'angeleyes' by ABBA

word count: 3.3k

a/n: did i start crying while writing this? yes, yes i did. also NOT PROOFREAD! also feedback is always appreciated :)

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part two of this fic called ‘your song’ can be found here

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the two of you were together for almost a year. you were inseparable from the start but as months passed, you each kept getting busier and busier and whenever you were together, it would end in a giant screaming match with one of you crying while the other stormed off with no apologies in store till days later.

even though you knew the two of you were in a rough patch, you never expected the last fight to be your final one. you were at each others throats, a silly bicker turning into a full blown fight. you were both teary-eyed, throats sore from screaming and holding back tears, pacing all around the trailer. neither really knew what the fighting was about, but it didn't stop the screaming match that definitely caused the whole neighborhood to wake up from their peaceful slumbers

you still remember the exact moment you felt your world shatter. you stood in eddie's room, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you diverted your eyes from him to the floor, littered with his clothes and various items. you didn't want him to see you cry as hard as you were.

all you wanted was him to say anything like "i'm sorry" or "come here" and have him wrap you up in those strong arms of his, while he stroked your hair and told you he loved you and the two of you would be alright. but nothing of the sort came. the quietness deafening after the two of you stopped fighting.

"maybe we just aren't good for each other anymore," eddie muttered out, and you looked up at him with bloodshot eyes

"what? no! don't say that, please" you said, inching forward but he moved back to avoid your touch

"i think we should break up y/n" he said. it was like someone knocked all the oxygen out of your body as your heart started pounding

"eddie-" you tried but he shook his head, a couple of tears slipping down his cheeks

"y/n, please, just go" he said with anger hidden in his voice, facing away from you

"fine" you said, your blood boiling. you stormed out of his trailer and walked out into the cold evening air, using your walk home as a way to cool down and soon enough your anger turned into more sadness

once you arrived home, you couldn't help but let the tears flow freely, feeling as if your heart was broken into a million tiny little pieces

"shit are you okay?" dustin asked you as you crumpled onto the couch, not caring that you would most likely have to explain why you were crying.

"no" you muttered out, curling into a ball and putting a pillow over your face. he walked over to you, sitting on the coffee table across from you

"did you break up?" he asked and you nodded, turning your head to smush your face into the pillow, letting your tears soak into the fabric of the pillow

"shit shit you're gonna be okay i promise" dustin said with a panic

eddie's trailer was in pure chaos as everyone ripped his room apart, looking for some tape that wasn't a heavy metal song to aid nancy in freeing herself from vecna's trance

"music! we need music!" robin screamed out as you watched as she flung a handful of cassettes onto eddies bed, Eddie swiftly picking one of the iron maiden tapes up and screamed at her "this is music!"

right as you grabbed another box of tapes you heard steve yell "guys!" and all of you ran to the small living room, littered with debris surrounding the mattress that served as your 'landing pad'

you looked up to see steve holding nancy on the floor and you immediately thought the worst, your heart pounding as it skipped a beat, not prepared to see the potentiality of your best friend dead in steves arms

"she's okay! we're going to come through!" steve's voice rang out, laced with urgency. everyone nodded as they cleared the area. you watched as the two of your friends individually climbed up the makeshift rope and fall through the gate onto eddie's mattress

you saw everyone, or at least assumed everyone, swarm nancy, asking question after question of "are you alright?" and "what happened"

nancy just stayed quiet, holding her arms to herself blinking away tears, and you broke away from the group to get her some water as she slowly sat down on the couch

you moved through the all too familiar kitchen of the munson trailer, wanting to reminisce about the memories you shared with eddie in this kitchen, but refusing to do so due to the fact you a) didn't want to waste time helping nancy and b) didn't want to relive the memories that would just break your heart even more

once you handed nancy the water, you let her be, not wanting to overwhelm her or pressure her into talking about what just happened. you went back into the kitchen, not wanting to be in any ones way, and stood there with your arms crossed

this time you allowed yourself to let those memories creep back in. the early mornings where you would make pancakes for you and eddie's breakfast, and what would be wayne's dinner when he came home before he would go to sleep. the times you would teach eddie how to cook when you felt like making dinner together. the late nights you spent listening to the radio and would dance under the refrigerator light. the times you two would spend after hours of endless sex where even when you tried to have a break from each other to get some water just to end up fucking on the kitchen floor.

hell, you even smiled to yourself about the time eddie accidentally bruised his knuckles after enthusiastically waving his hands around while in conversation and smacking them on the cabinet, and you of course had to kiss them better.

you heard some shuffling and mumbling behind you and turned to the hallway just to make eye contact with eddie as you watched him drag dustin down the hall and into his room

you heard the door close and some muffled voices, but you couldn't make out the conversation

eddie shut the door and turned to dustin who stood there, confused as ever as to why he was being dragged down the hall

"what is y/n's favorite song?" he asked with urgency. dustin looked taken aback.

"excuse me?" dustin questioned, looking at eddie as if he had five heads

"your sister, y/n, what is her favorite song?" he repeated with a stern tone

"shouldn't you know?" dustin snapped with an annoyed look upon his face. even though eddie was one of his best friends and someone he looked up to, this breakup between his sister and him was so new and fresh, he didn't know how to act in this situation

"well it changes with her, like it changes all the time man... for a while it was killer queen by queen and then it changed to dreams by fleetwood mac then it changed to, i think, amoreena by elton john? ugh" he groaned

"eddie, why do you want to know? didn't you two break up like a couple of months ago?" dustin pointed out and eddie shook his head, rubbing his temple

"it was a little over a month ago but-" eddie started before dustin interrupted him

"and didn't you break up with her?" he questioned further, crossing his arms

"well technically but i-"

"'technically' my ass! you completely broke her heart and now you want to know her favorite song? why do you even care all of a sudden? you didn't seem to care when she would come home crying after seeing you at school all day. you didn't seem to care when she wanted to go to her favorite place in this goddamn town but didn’t cause she was scared she'd run into you there. you didn't seem to care when she spent all of her money to buy you those stupid concert tickets for your birthday..." dustin's voice trailed off from his originally loud tone

eddie looked down, a lump forming in his throat

"i didn't know any of that..." he admitted, moving his head up to look at dustin with glassy eyes

"what?" dustin said and eddie nodded, sniffling

"i didn't know she did any of that, especially those tickets" eddie said, his voice cracking which mirrored the cracks forming in his heart

eddie sat down on the bed putting his head in his hands, feeling completely and utterly stupid

"i am the biggest fucking idiot for breaking up with her. it was just the heat of the moment with that stupid fight- and i can't even remember what it was about! i was just tired of the fighting! and now it's been a month but i haven't even talked to her until all of this shit went down but god i love her so goddamn much and i will be damned if something happens to her- if nancy can get under his trance at random who knows if she's next" eddie ranted, standing up and putting both his hands on dustins shoulders

"please dustin, what is her favorite song?" he pleaded. dustin looked at him with sympathic eyes and sighed

"angeleyes" he muttered out and eddie stared at him with a confused look written across his face

"i think her favorite song right now is angeleyes by abba... i always hear her listening to it and singing it around the house..." dustin told him and eddie's eyes widened

he ran to the door to open it but as he did he it revealed you standing there, with your arm and fist up in a knocking position

"y/n" he breathed out and you looked into his eyes, the knots turning in your stomach reminding you of the heartbreak he succumbed you to and you blinked, looking past him at dustin standing there

"sorry, uh we're heading to max's next door, it's safer over there" you said bluntly before turning around and walking down the hallway, steve wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you headed toward the door

eddie watched you leave and made a b line into the cabinet that sat adjacent to their kitchen, opening the door and starting to rummage through the boxes

"what are you doing? didn't you hear y/n?" he heard dustin ask as he approached behind him

"i know for a fact that we have that abba song on an album somewhere" he rumaged some more before pulling out a handful of tapes by ABBA

"my mom loved them so we had a lot of their tapes," eddie explained, walking back to his room and grabbing a blank tape

he looked on the back of each tape till he saw the small words ‘angeleyes’ on the back of the voulez-vous album

he put both in his boombox, playing the song and pressing record so he was able to make a loop of the song

"eddie we need to regroup with everyone next door" dustin pleaded and eddie shook his head

"we can meet them after we get a good loop of at least 10 minutes" he said before turning back to his dresser

"we shouldn't risk being here longer than we already have, what if someone hears us or even sees us in here?" he pleaded again and eddie shook his head, being stubborn as a mule

"fine, we'll be all over there where its safe and you can be over here with the fear of being caught" dustin said with annoyance, starting to leave eddie's room when eddie walked over and stopped him

"just wait 5 more goddamn minutes" eddie told him with an angry tone

"jesus christ okay" dustin responded with his voice higher than normal

eddie heard the end of the song and quickly paused the two tapes, and rewinded before pressing the play and record buttons

he sat on his bed, listening to the song and the lyrics hit him like a train

'Sometimes when I'm lonely, I sit and think about him And it hurts to remember all the good times When I thought I could never live without him And I wonder, does it have to be the same Every time? When I see him, will it bring back all the pain? How can I forget that name?'

shit he thought to himself, continuing to listen to the lyrics of the song

'Look into his angel eyes One look and you're hypnotized He took my heart and now I pay the price Look into his angel eyes You'll think you're in paradise Then one day you'll find out he wears a disguise Don't look too deep into those angel eyes'

once the song ended, he rewinded and played it again, internalizing each word he heard from the song

he came to his senses that both of you were hurting just as much when it came to this break up and he felt guilt and resentment gnawing away at him

how in the world could i ever get her back? he questioned himself, feeling as lost as ever

he heard the song again a couple more times as it was recorded onto the blank tape, feeling like a piece of his heart was shattering with each note

he finally felt satisfied with the loop he had made, and quickly ejected the tapes from where they sat and slipped it into his walk man and shoved it into dustins bag along with a pair of headphones, and they carefully walked out of eddie's trailer and to max's trailer next door

you stood next to robin in the kitchen, the two of you hungrily snacking down a pb&j after finding your appetite now that you knew everyone was safe and was able to take a breather from the traumatizing experience you all shared

"here's one for you and nance" robin said, handing the plates to steve and he smiled before turning to nancy who was in the living room

"where's eddie and dustin?" max asked you, making a sandwich herself and you shrugged, gulping down some water

"i'm not sure, i mean i told them we were coming here and that was almost 20 minutes ago" you said, wiping your face

"should we go check to make sure they're still over there and not getting sucked back into the upside down?" robin asked and you nodded

"yeah i'll go, you two finish eating" you said, putting your plate in the sink and walking out to the front door but you noticed the two of them running across the street from eddie's trailer to max's and you switftly moved from the door as they jumped in

everyone stopped and stared at them since they were out of breath

"where were you guys?" lucas asked and dustin looked at eddie before looking at you and then back to lucas

"uh sorry we had to reattach the caution tape to the front door so it didn't look suspicious" dustin said, and everyone seemed to buy the lie, nodding to each other as everyone convened in the living room

you sat in the stolen rv in the back, looking out the window at the birds playing in the trees. it was parked on the side of the store where there was room to fit it without taking up spaces in the main lot.

you heard dustin and lucas up front near the steering wheel in some conversation when you felt the seat dip next to you.

you turned your body to see eddie sitting there looking at you.

"hey" he said softly

"hi" you said back, turning to face back to the window

you hadn't really talked to him over the past few days, not knowing what to do or say since you hadn't spoken since your breakup

"y/n can i please talk to you?" he asked sweetly, and you looked at him again, seeing his eyes in a fixed stare

you just nodded, turning to face him completely

"the reason i was late coming from my trailer earlier wasn't because dustin was fixing the caution tape" eddie started, reaching for dustins bag which was by his feet. you blinked at him, muttering an "okay?" which came out with a more annoyed tone than you intended

he pulled out a walkman from the bag, and popped the tape out

"y/n... i don't know what the hell will happen next but i know for a fact if anything happened to you and we didn't have a way to save you i-" he said, wiping a few tears from his eyes

your brows furrowed as you looked at the tape and back at him, meeting each others gaze

"i made this, uh, it's like a 20 minute loop of angeleyes by abba... dustin said it was your favorite song... after seeing nancy be put in that trance just so vecna could talk to her really freaked me out, and i don't know if he'll somehow use you as a pawn in his game, so this is for you" eddie said, fiddling with the tape before replacing it back in the walkman and handing it to you

"oh eddie..." you said, rubbing your thumb over the piece of technology

eddie's heart fluttered as he heard you say his name

"listen, nothing will happen to me, i promise" you said, grabbing his hand in yours. the fact that he was in the shittiest situation to ever occur and he was still thinking about you just made your love for him grow strong, which in turn only fed into your heartbreak because he wasn't yours to love anymore, and he had made that very clear

"yeah but if anything does, i want to- no i need to tell you... i love you y/n henderson. you were the best thing to happen to me in this godforsaken town and the fact that i messed things up will be something i will always regret. i hate that i told you i wanted to break up. i didn't- i was just so sick and tired of always fighting. i've never had someone like you in my life and i thought you were going to break up with me so i went and pulled the trigger before you could. this past month has been pure agony for me, and dustin went and rubbed salt into the wound when he told me about those tickets you got for my birthday, and jesus- im just, im sorry and i love you" eddie told you, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand

you cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him, craving his lips on yours. he kissed back before you pulled away to look at him

"eddie, i don't even know what to say" you muttered out and he shook his head

"you don't need to say anything, i just needed to tell you how i felt just incase" he said and you took in a deep breath

"i've hated you so much these past few weeks for what you did, but fucking hell i love you more than words can say eds. it was very stupid of you to assume i would break up with you just because we were going through a rough patch but, maybe when all of this is over and you learn not to be an idiot, maybe we could have a picnic by lovers lake, just me and you," you said softly, and eddie smiled

"yeah?" he asked, his eyes lighting up

"yeah, maybe i can even tell you about the concert tickets i spent all my money on... it was supposed to be a surprise but i guess dustin ruined that" you joked, and eddie chuckled

"oh honey you didn't have to spend all your money on me, especially not on tickets," eddie said, brushing his fingers through your hair to push it back on your shoulder

"but you deserve it, your birthday's coming up and ozzy osbourne was going on tour and i knew you wanted to see him" you shrugged with a small smile

he kissed you passionately, and you melted into his touch, feeling the warmth of his lips on yours and you didn't realize how badly you needed him till this very moment. it was soon interrupted however as the door to the RV swung open, and you pulled apart, watching everyone clamber in yelling that we needed to go

the engine of the RV roared to life as steve sped off the premises, leading you guys onto the next part of your adventure to killing vecna

fin.

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alecxaheart · 3 years

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Someone's Someone | Bang Chan Oneshot (1)

✎ Genre : CEO AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 3.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all just wanna be someone's someone that we can't live without. At this time, Chan was looking for his. And unexpectedly, he was already tied down to someone.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎. . . I actually just played my songs on shuffle then Monsta X's Someone's Someone played so.. yeah, I'm inspired. Also, this is my first post in tumblr btw. :)

✎ Parts : 1 , 2

The relaxing sounds of nature enveloped him as a whole. His shoulders less tense and eyes closed as he sat on the cooled sand, facing the burning star and calm waters ahead. Seagulls could be heard in the distance as they caught themselves a dinner to eat. The refreshing cool wind hit his body, slightly making him shiver for a second. Waves, created by the sea and wind, kisses the shore repeatedly. For once, he was far away from worries, stress, fears and regrets. Just him, contented with the company of nature.

As he fluttered his eyes open, he was met with a stunning view of the sun meeting the ocean. The ocean reflecting the sun's visuals as well as the sky above it. Even though the reflection was blurry, it's still pleasing to the eye. Just perfectly imperfect.

However in his opinion, it wasn't stunning as it seems. This secret escapade paradise of his doesn't quite appeal to him yet. A missing piece that could be anywhere on this wide world. That thought kind of bothers him every time.

Sighing, he figured that it was time to go back. He slipped onto his slippers and headed out of his escapade paradise with a head hung low. Hopping on an enormous boulder that happened to break the wired fence and fixated there, having easier access to and from the place than climbing over the fence.

With a last glance towards his escapade, he knew he'll be coming back and that next time will be the scenery he's been looking for, hopefully.

Frustrated with the task at hand, Chan ran his fingers through his blonde locks as he leaned back on his chair and head facing upwards toward the ceiling. Taking a brief break from a whole 6 hours straight of writing and staring at the monitor. Followed by him grabbing his coffee and taking a sip, eyes boring on the monitor. He was just half finished with his paperworks at the time of nightfall, which made him more in distress and felt crammed.

His eyes then wandered around his office, landing onto the view of the opposite building of his company in the end. Where he could see the workers of the Marketing Department bidding their goodbyes to one another, closing the lights and exiting the room. Oh, how much he too wanted to leave and rest right at this moment. Although his belief of 'getting things done before going into slumber' is preventing him to do so (even though he already got a lot of things done). With a sigh, he faced back in front of his monitor and papers, determined to get everything done before tomorrow starts.

" Sunbae-nim, aren't you coming with us? We're having dinner at the Chicken & Barbecue restaurant just a block away from here. " Seungmin asked, grabbing his suitcase below his desk. You leaned back on your chair while stretching your cramping arms and a yawn escaping your mouth.

" As much as I want to, Seungmin, I can't, " You started, rubbing your temples to ease your aching head. " Because our new boss literally gave me 5 thick documents to finish before tomorrow morning without any mercy. And that's just bullshit. I don't even think I'm halfway through it! " Seungmin replied with a chuckle to your short rant, an amused expression written on his soft face. You were having another small mental breakdown as you stared at your unfinished pile of work, feeling your soul escape your body.

" I think you're overreacting. "

" Well, what if I am?! "

Laughing, Seungmin leans his side on your cubicle, looking over at your messy desk filled with sticky notes, papers and pens. " I don't think it's that much. You're lucky that your boss isn't here to hear any of your complaints, " He muttered as he took a peek at one of your documents. You scoffed, not my fault that I'm not as good as you.

" Hear what? "

Frantically, you immediately hide yourself behind your cubicle and pretend that you were focusing on your work. On the other hand, Seungmin casually brushed his navy blue coat with his palms and lifted himself off from the cubicle. Making it all seem like nothing happened.

" Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Ka- " Seungmin paused as he met the owner of the voice who wasn't the person they were expecting to be there. " M-Mr. Bang?! " He stuttered, eyes widened at the blonde headed CEO. Seeing in the corner of your eyes, Seungmin bowed ninety degrees at him as a sign of respect. Even with his heated glare on you, you continued your work like no CEO even entered. Thanks to your cute height, for sure you wouldn't be spotted.

" What are you doing here? Working hours are done. "

Seungmin stood straight and scratched the back of his head. Curiosity slowly arose in you as seconds passed - since you've never met a CEO called by your colleague as ' Mr. Bang ' - although as much as possible, you didn't let go out of hand and kept your focus on the documents silently. The least thing you wanted to happen to you right now is get caught by one of the company's CEO. " I was about to head out, Mr. Bang, " Finding an excuse, he pulled up his sleeve to check the time on his wristwatch. " Uhm.. Yeah, I'm late for dinner. Sorry, Mr. Bang, I have to leave right now. Have an great night! "

With a last bow to the CEO, Seungmin dashed his way out of the building, leaving you alone with your work. The blonde head noticed how the room was still lit up despite it being unoccupied, which he thought. Heading to the switches, everything around you darkened. The only source of light you had was the monitor, and Chan caught it in the corner of his eye.

" Is someone still there? " His voice, catching a bit of foreign accent with it, echoed in the hushed area.

Baffled as he approached that light with a few slow strides, you freaked out mentally. Swiftly but silently, you left your chair and hid yourself underneath the desk next to yours. As he neared your cubicle, you held your breath, slowly starting to feel lightheaded. You don't know what are the consequences if you get caught after working hours since you're still kind of new - got hired just 5 months ago. Dumb you overthink random shit first before even going to the thing called 'common sense' and the rules you heard just goes in one ear then out on the other.

The moment Chan was about to reach your cubicle and take a glance to his right, the sound of marimba playing a soft tune echoed in the room. Stopping in his tracks, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and grabbed it, swiping to the right to answer the call. You let out a hushed yet shaky sigh of relief, your shoulders less tense than a while ago. In your mind played a chant, thanking whoever was your savior.

Chan narrowed his eyes at the back of your cubicle while his phone is still pressed against his ear, listening to the person on the other line's complaints. " I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid, " Not too soon you hear heels clacking against the polished marble tiles, the noise fainting as he left the room.

It took you a good couple of seconds to get out of your hiding spot (since you had to catch your breath and calm your heart down from the thrill), slightly shaking your whole body first before heading back to your seat and continuing your pile of work. Mentally groaning at yourself.

Oh. My. Gosh. These. Eyebags.

Is the first thing you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The cause of it appearing badly because you obviously lacked sleep. All due to the time allotted for slumber was consumed by finishing your 5 thick documents that will be passed this morning. You could've cared less if today wasn't a work day, which fortunately for you it was still work day and these damn documents aren't gonna pass themselves to your boss this instant.

Fumbling around in your bag, you found your makeup kit and started fixing yourself. A little bit of touch ups here and there, just a little to look like it's still more natural than a lot to look like a plastic doll barbie.

Once satisfied, you smiled sweetly at yourself just to start your day nicely and exit your household. While walking on your way to the train station, incoherent mumbling leaves your mouth. A train of thoughts clouding you about your worries if you've left something important behind. In all honesty despite of your current good looks, you look stupid or crazy for talking to yourself in public. Well, at least you aren't as worse as someone yelling nonsense.

" I have all my files, identification card, phone, wallet, pocket knife 'cause anything could happen, keys- " you paused as soon as you misplaced your shoes at the edge of the last stair, falling forward. Luckily for you, you caught yourself and regained your balance. Wide eyed, you saw a kid, a giddy smile plastered on his face as he saw your commotion with a lollipop in hand. You felt embarrassed but laughed it off anyway, a light tint of pink decorating your cheeks.

You rushed towards the gates as soon as you realized the time with the card in between your fingers. Three beeps emitted from the machine when the gates opened after you placed the card on the scanner. With a few more strides, you caught up to your train ride as it was about to leave. You sighed in relief and sat down on a vacant bench, head automatically leaning back on the window. Your eyes boring at the ceiling while taking steady breaths after your short marathon on the way.

On the other hand, across you sat Chan. His right leg crossed over the other while scrolling through his phone. He wore a button up shirt, the first two still unbuttoned revealing more of his chest. His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his coat is still folded around his arm. His slacks were the same color as his tie and coat and wore black pointed shoes to finish the statement of his overall clothing. Blonde hair locks were scattered around his face but still managed to look stunning and attractive.

You haven't noticed his presence, so did he to you, and the fact that you both don't know each others' appearance even though you go to the same company just adds to the reason for you two's ignorance to one another's existence.

You got yourself to go back to slumber comfortably in your current position although you know when you wake up, you'll be greeted by your neck aching. Hopefully you don't miss your stop while gaining more sleep. The train swaying you lightly from time to time that you found quite relaxing, like a cradle rocking back and forth lightly to put a baby to sleep.

A child was running around the train with a joyful smile, giggling. He only stopped in his tracks when he reached in between you and Chan. His eyes glowed like there were stars decorated around his chocolate brown pupil when he eyed you two. Looking around, he spotted a roll of red thread underneath your bench and grabbed it. He thought it was just right.

With you being the closest, he starts to tie the thread around your pinky finger. You were too tired to even feel his small cold fingers run around your fingers nor the string tighten around it. Once done, he smiled to himself, his dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks and eyes forming into small crescents.

He left your side and skipped over in front of Chan, who was now too deep in thought as he gazed outside the window and his phone tucked in his pocket. Holding the other end of the thread, he wrapped it around Chan's thumb. Chan's body shook in surprise as he felt cold fingers ghosting above his hand and averted his attention to the child. He saw him knotting the red string tightly, strange that he barely even feels the string tightened around his thumb. " What are you doing? " he questioned although the child only responded with a bright smile, followed by a giggle.

The child turned and ran away from him, more giggles leaving his lips. Chan stood up and tried to chase him. But stopped as soon as he saw the child in the distance, dissolving into little particles in thin air and completely vanished in his sight. In disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked for the child around his area. Thinking that he was out of his mind, he sighed in defeat. There's no way anyone could do that in reality. It's either I'm insane or living in a fantasy or a chosen one blessed to see ghosts. Maybe, all of the above.

Chan looked down on his thumb, following where the other end lead to. Then, he spotted your sleeping beauty state, the other end attached to your pinky finger. With the sun rising in the horizon, a ray of gold-like light shines through the window, casting a shadow on you. And he thought you looked mesmerizing like that, peaceful and lovely. At least he wasn't tied up with a bitch or a hag.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun shined upon you. Squinting at its brightness, you raised a hand above your eyes to see more, only finding a red string wrapped around your pinky finger. You examined it, wondering what prank is anyone even planning and why did it have to involve you out of all people. Before anything stupid could happen, you attempted to loose the knot, ignoring the curiosity for a while of where the other end was. Looping and tugging it, even tried to chomp on it with your teeth, but all attempts failed. Well, that's until you gave up, untying it was impossible, unbelievably there's a knot that couldn't be untied. Sounded like marriage when you think about it, but there's the annulment and divorce ruining the picture.

Tearing your gaze at the string, you caught a pair of bewitching dark brown eyes staring back at you. In that particular moment, everything just froze in place. Time has stopped just for the two of you, you thought.

You felt your heart melting, probably from the warmth emitting in your body or from the warmth his eyes give off as you saw little sparks decorating the pupil. Unfamiliar light feathers tickling the insides of your stomach is what you felt other than the heat and that thawing heart of yours. Your mind knew it well that you shouldn't feel this way towards someone who you just met but your body and heart reacted so differently. There's just something about him that made you feel so exposed and vulnerable in his eyes that you couldn't come up with a possible answer to your 'why's.

Both of you didn't notice how seconds turned into minutes, too lost into one another's orbs. That was until the train stopped, causing Chan to break the eye contact and lose his balance. Before his hands made contact on the metal floor, he took a step forward in order to regain his balance which he successfully did. A small chuckle left your lips, eyes turning into crescents as you saw the commotion. He narrowed his eyes at you as the train was back in motion.

Chan fixed his clothes first before asking, " Who are you? ". Grabbing the pole next to him to prevent him from falling again on the next stop.

" Shouldn't I be asking you that as well? " You replied with a gummy smile, which quickly faded when you remembered what's the problem.

" What is this on my finger and why is it connected to yours? What kind of trickery is anyone pulling? Why am I involved in this? " You kept firing questions at him while he stayed there unbothered. Unlike you who did some more attempts to remove the thread, silly you even tried aggressively shaking your hand in hopes of making it a little loose. But no prevail happened once again.

" Just get rid of it. I didn't want this too, you know. " Chan taps his foot impatiently as he eyed your useless attempts.

" I am trying! " You exaggerated. Deciding to bring out the best tool you have for the situation in hand, your hands fumbling in your bag. Once you felt the cool metal on your fingertips, you brought it out and flipped it open.

Chan's eyes widened at the sight of the pocket knife in your palms. " You carry that on a daily basis? Are you insane? "

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. " It's not insane when it's used for self-defense purposes. I'm too nice to be the murderer you're assuming, " You replied, head throbbing as things aren't going well with the charming blonde.

He responded just before the blade and thread were in contact, starting with a scoff. " Yeah sure, nice. Anyone can wear that façade anywhere. "

" You know what, " You started as you withdrew the pocket knife back and glared at him afterwards, pissed off. " You deal with this shit yourself, I'm done with my part and I could care less about this red thread anyway. You look like you don't need any of my help 'cause you look fancier than me and it seems like you're not taking any gratitude towards my kindness. Damn these crazy rich people. " You threw the tool towards his direction and looked away from him, arms crossed. Chan instinctively caught it without getting any cuts despite the fact it's closed, his eyes burning through your figure in fury.

" If I actually got wounded instead from your little stunt, I would've sued you this instant, " He growled, only to be ignored by you.

Irritated by your sudden change of attitude, Chan flipped it open and skillfully ran the blade through the string. Only for it to just fall through like the string never existed, ghost-like perhaps. " It's not cutting, what the hell, " Chan muttered under his breath as he tried a few more times again.

"It's just a string, how could a- " You spoke as you turned your head back to his direction, only to be cutted off as you witnessed the unusual. Mouth a little bit agape in disbelief. The thread didn't fall apart even while the blade was just sitting in between of it on air. Maybe that explains why you could barely even feel the thread wrapped securely around your finger. You could tell that this stunning blonde head was just as puzzled as you were.

" Sir, if you're having any problems that includes this woman, we can sort it out. Just withdraw the knife first please, " a man suddenly blurted out, his voice a little bit shaky. That's when you realized the commotion you both have caused, everyone around you two took steps back away. All had fear in their eyes.

" Wait, you don't see the thread we're trying to cut? " Chan questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At that, he was more misunderstood.

" There's no thread..? " With that, it got the two of us surprised. Is the crazy one here them, who couldn't see this string, or us, who could?

Chan tried to explain our situation thoroughly but when he was about to speak up, out of the blue, a voice spoke in the speakers. " Please mind the gap, " You immediately grabbed his arm, carried his belongings and dragged him out of the train. Leaving its passengers confused as they eyed us. They might be thinking that you two are idiots.

The doors just shut a second later when you two got out. You felt a bit suffocated for an unknown reason, your hand reaching for your chest where you could feel your heart beating. Panting, you shoved Chan's belongings into his chest. " Are you alright? " He asked as he tried to place a hand on your back, the least thing he could do to comfort you.

But his hand only stopped in mid-air when you took your last deep breath, replying. " Let's just part ways here, " Saying those words felt a bit disheartening at some point, yet you chose to disregard it.

You walked forwards, while Chan stayed in his position, wearing his coat and fixing his tie. Although, something stopped you. As in you couldn't go forwards as much as you force to. Well when you did force yourself, it only tugged Chan towards you. Turning around, he was already eyeing you. " What was that for?! "

Glaring at the thread, you thought out loud, " Is this string telling me, it can only stretch itself approximately at 7 meters?! "

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Flesh for Fantasy

please do not claim my writing as your own, i will have this posted on here and quotev. i made this a few months ago but hesitated to post it since the ship is not so common. i will not tolerate hate and yes i do take requests, i am new to doing this through tumblr but i hope it goes well. love yinz.

pairing : damien darhk x sara lance cw : cursing, sword/katana fighting, kissing, drinking, mentions of fire and death, drunk john constantine and mick rory, implied sexual jokes, french kissing, SMUT, male recieving oral, gag reflex, moaning, breast touching etc., female being fingered by male, sex a/n : i just wanted to be safe with adding triggers since this is my first story i'm posting on here. <3 probably some spelling errors.

It was a normal day for Sara and the rest of The Legends. Well, as normal as time travelling could get. They were all still trying to figure out how great of a threat Mallus was. The team was still mourning the loss of there beloved friend and team-member, Martin Stein. They had recently got back from Earth-X. Mick had met a doppleganger to Leanord Snart, that was gay and asked to be called Leo. Sara had decided to let most of the team figure stuff out, John Constantine had surprised her last night by sneaking his way onto the Waverider, all she honestly wanted was something easy to take care of before having to take on Mallus with the team. Sara left Nate in charge of the Waverider. Sara decided to take Ray with her out on the current mission, she would call for more backup if need be.

They were set on a mission in the 1980's. It was only a level five anachronism, for now. "Do you even know what we're looking for?" Ray asked Sara as the two of them made there way off the Waverider, wearing 80's garb. "I thought Gideon filled you in, I told her to." Sara replied to him as they continued walking, they were making there way to what seemed to be a music festival. "Jax is doing a few repairs on the Waverider, I think he may have broke Gideon." Ray attempted to joke with Sara a bit, but she wasn't having any of it. Sara never gave herself a chance to mourn the loss of Stein. She didn't want to seem weak in front of the rest of the team. "Someone assassinates Billy Idol and it royally screws up the timeline from now until 2018. Who better to go after the assassin then one of their own kind?" Sara questioned Ray rhetorically. Ray could honestly tell that something was up with Sara, he wanted to help but she would hopefully tell him when she was ready. "How is that only a level five anachronism? In my opinion, I think it should be about a eight or even a nine." Ray rubbed at the back of his neck, they were nearing the music festival entrance now. "I don't know, maybe it became less of a threat because they could sense me coming." Sara rolled her eyes up at Ray ever so playfully. Sara saw the entrance, "We need to find somewhere to blend in and to find the assassin before they get a chance to get anywhere near Billy Idol." she informed Ray before mixing in with a crowd of people.

"These people reek of cocaine." Ray implied while following Sara. "Never smelled the stuff before?" Sara teased Ray as she kept her eye out for the assassin. "If you can't handle it, then maybe you should go back to the Waverider." Sara stated confidently. Ray could definitely tell that something was up with Sara now. She would never leave the rest of the team on the Waverider or want to be out on the field alone at that. "I'm not leaving you out here alone, I can handle the smell." Ray responded as he plugged up his nose with his hand, causing Sara to roll her eyes yet again. She was getting really impatient with Ray, it wasn't even his fault. Holding emotion in for Sara was never a good thing, ever. Sara glanced around at the stage, seeing if she could spot anything. No luck. Ray also scanned the place, he looked at the guards. They all seemed normal except for one, it was a young woman that had glowing red eyes. Ray tapped Sara on the shoulder and pointed up to where the figure was standing. It was Nora Darhk, possessed by Mallus. Sara growled under her breath, "What!?" she yelled at Ray before looking up, "Oh." Sara's eyes now met with possessed Nora. "I'm going to call for backup. We have Nora and the assassin to deal with. No offense, but I don't think that you can handle her all on your own. I'm going to call for Amaya and Zari." Sara informed Ray as he nodded in reply, "Are you sure that you will be okay facing the assassin alone?" "Yeah, it will be a piece of cake for me. All I have to do is find them." Sara growled under her breath again, thinking about who the assassin might be. Since Nora was here, it was no doubt that it was Damien trying to mess with her and the team. Sara honestly wished that she killed Damien when she first got the chance to, but for some reason she always hesitated. Sara was hoping that Ray didn't come to the same conclusion that she did, but he was honestly more focused about the fact that Amaya was joining in on the mission. "Amaya-but-I'm still getting over our breakup. I mean, I still love her and I honestly still want to be with her but I respect our choice." Ray stated as he felt someone tap his shoulder, causing him to turn around swiftly. It was Amaya and Zari, they came from the Waverider to help out as Sara asked them to. "Look, I don't care who was with who. I only care that we get this mission done and over with so I can finally get some peace and quiet." Sara told Ray harshly, which made him frown. "Hey-uh, Sarah, there is no reason to be that mean. I know that we are all mourning in our own ways but that gives you no reason to bring others down with you." Amaya stated truthfully as she pulled Ray into a awkward hug, trying to cheer him up. It had been a while since Ray and Amaya broke up, he was still trying to get over her, she was dealing with her own breakup issues involving Nate. "I guess you're right. I've lost so many people in my life before though." Sara looked down as she was thinking about her sister for a moment, then shaking away any bad thoughts she was having. "We have all lost people. It's part of the job description." Zari added while standing there awkwardly. Sara took a moment and looked at there surroundings. She saw a glimpse of white hair, causing her to take a double take. She was certain that Damien was somewhere near the stage. "I'll look for the assassin and you three take care of Nora, don't get yourself killed." Amaya, Zari, and Ray made there way off to find Nora. Sara started to push her way through the crowd and made her way toward where she last saw that glimpse of white hair. Damien Darhk could be anywhere by now.

Sara eventually made her way through the crowd, security was posing to be a problem though. "Move, or I will slice your throats." she threatened the two men standing in front of her, she knew that she would be able to take them down easily. The security moved out of her way swiftly, they honestly looked scared out of their minds. Little did Sara know that the two men were scared of their boss, Damien Darhk, and not her. Sara took careful steps backstage, looking around every corner. Still no Damien. "Nate, can you see anything?" Sara asked over the com, before Nate even got a chance to answer, she spotted Damien. "Yeah, he's right in front of-" Nate was cut off. Sara approached Damien Darhk, "Now, what would a guy like you need to assassinate Billy Idol for?" she questioned Damien as she pulled out her swords. "He has poor taste in music." Damien implied which caused Sara to roll her eyes at him.

"That's not a valid reason to kill someone." Sara retorted as she made sure Damien didn't even take one step closer, "Look who's talking, we've both killed before. I could kill your sister over and over, as many times as I pleased if I wanted to." His comment caused Sara to growl under her breath, she wanted to kill him right then and there. She stepped closer to him which caused Damien to shake his finger at her, "Step any closer and I will tell Nora to kill your friends." "You're lying! I sent all three..." Sara stopped herself from telling Damien how many people were out on the mission but utterly failed. "I know that they are all safe!" Damien could tell that he had hit a nerve with Sara, which caused him to make his signature smirk. The team was safe but were struggling as they fought Nora. Ray made the decision himself to call for even more backup. Jax managed to pull himself together enough in order to fight. Nate didn't exactly have to go, but he would do anything to be around Amaya. Leo was ready to help out his new friends too. That left John Constantine and Mick Rory on the Waverider. Whoever thought it was a good idea to leave those two alone and unsupervised on the Waverider were batshit crazy. They were all lucky if it wasn't on fire by the time they all got back. Sara had no clue of all this happening. Sara rolled her eyes as she started to drag her feet closer, hoping that Damien wouldn't notice. That worked until she ended up dropping one of her swords. "Shit." she mumbled under her breath as Damien sent a piercing glare her way. "I honestly wasn't up for fighting this time around but you asked for it." Damien stated with a loud huff as he walked toward Sara, picking up one of her swords and then walking back. "If we're gonna fight, can we at least make it a fair one!?" Sara questioned Damien harshly. "Deal." he responded swiftly as they were literally about to have a sword fight backstage. Damien shooed away all the other people who were around. Sara was curious as to why no one backstage batted there eye once at two people holding swords, ready to fight. She shrugged it off because she knew that she had to prepare for the unexpected when fighting Damien, "By fair I mean no magic." Sara made sure she made the rules clear, causing Damien to roll his eyes. "Less talking, more fighting!" he yelled. Sara grasped at the hilt of her katana, squaring her body up as she was now ready for battle. Damien did the same, but he was the one to make the first move. The other katana that Damien stole from Sara was making a scratching noise up against the backstage floor. Sara wanted to cover her ears, but she couldn't. She knew that Damien was just trying to get to her even more, trying to find a weakness. Damien soon charged Sara with his katana upheld, going to his foreswing and following it with a backswing. Sara's katana met Damien's, their eyes interlocking with each other. His piercing blue eyes with her brown ones. They stared at each other for what felt like a eternity before moving again. The both of them could see all of the pain that they had to endure throughout their lives. Hate, anger, fear, loss, maybe even a small glimpse of love? No, no way... Two mortal enemies, and one killed the others sister, that's just downright wrong.... Sara pushed Damien back with her katana, she somehow managed to throw a kick to his stomach. Damien didn't even flinch. The two circled each other. Damien was the first one to take another shot again. The arching shot of the katana was swift, it tore the fabric of Sara's top right below her breast. It was less than inches away from tearing her skin open. Damien managed to smirk as he saw this. Damien turned left and swung his katana but Sara was able to parry it. Sara managed to push forward and started to hit Damien with a vast number of attacks. The fist two hits found Damien's katana but the last one caught his upper shoulder. To his luck, the wound wasn't that deep but it was enough to catch him off guard. Damien coddled his wound, as well as he could with one hand

because the other one was still holding the other katana he stole from Sara. Sara dropped her own katana to the ground as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. It was a nice relief getting her feelings out this way. Sara took her eyes off of Damien for only one moment. He dropped his katana to the ground as silently possible, smirking a bit as he noticed that Sara wasn't watching him. He wasn't going to take this opportunity for granted. "Who said our fight was over?" Damien questioned, but before Sara got a chance to answer, Damien used some of his magic on her. She was pinned to the floor but Damien made it where she could get out of it if she really wanted to. Damien continued to smirk as he walked over to Sara and hovered over her, each of their bodies inches apart and their lips even closer. Damien took a breath in and out of his nose before he did what he was about to do....

Damien kissed her. He fucking kissed Sara. He must be crazy. Damien inched closer to Sara's lips as he closed his eyes, then placing his own lips subtly against hers. He felt Sara kiss him back for a second, if she were going to admit it, that was a whole different story. Sara soon reached a hand up to Damien's face and slapped him hard, "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" she questioned him and shot him a death glare. "Don't lie, I know you liked it. Otherwise you wouldn't have kissed me back-" Damien let out a chuckle. "I didn't like it at all. Now get the fuck off me so I can kill you once and for all." Sara remarked with a loud huff. "You honestly know that you could have moved anytime you wanted. I may be evil, but I still ask for consent." Damien stated truthfully. Sara rolled her eyes up at Damien before they met with his again. Something must be messed up in her head if she is actually considering sleeping with Damien. I mean, he killed her sister...so you would think that means no sleeping with the enemy, especially that one, right? Well..... Sara rolled out from under Damien as she got up from the floor and started to walk away. "Keep the swords." she insisted with a huff as she walked further away from him. Damien smirked to himself as he picked up the swords and set them down on a nearby crate. "I hate when you're fucking right." Sara huffed under her breath and made her way back over to Damien swiftly. "If you tell anyone about this, then you literally are a dead man." she threatened. Sara wrapped one arm around Damien as she let her other arm fall to her side. Damien did the same. They both shut their eyes and started to kiss each other. It started out soft and gentle but then it became rough and hungry, their tongues each fighting for dominance.

Meanwhile....on the Waverider- John and Mick had already started three kitchen fires and were both drunk out of their minds. It was surprising that they were actually able to stand. The kitchen reeked of burnt popcorn and cheap beer. Mick took a sip of his beer while he heard something unusual on the coms. He heard kissing. "Johnny! Come over here, listen to this!" Mick yelled out as John stumbled his way over to a chair, knocking one over on his path to get to that one. "So what? It's just Sara kissing someone. I wish it was me though." John remarked jealously then taking a handful of popcorn from his bowl. The two of them were so drunk they didn't know what they were hearing. Little did they know what they were hearing was actually what it made out to be. "Bloody hell, that other person lip-smacking with Sara is Damien Darhk. I would know that sound anywhere." "How would you-" Mick thought to himself for a moment, "Nevermind, I really don't want to know the answer to that." Mick's statement only caused John to let out a chuckle. "I don't think Sara realized that she left her com on so we gotta be quiet." John informed. Mick nodded to John in reply, the two of them stayed quiet as they listened. "Maybe we could have Gideon pull the two of them up on a video somehow." Mick suggested. "I thought I was the dirty wanker here." John joked but the two men were so drunk that Gideon managed to set the video feed up where they could see everything and Sara and Damien couldn't see them. "You're a bloody genius, Gid." John told Gideon as he raised a glass with Mick, "Cheers to Gideon!" The two of them were making so much noise that they were surprised they didn't get caught themselves, all they were doing was making sure their fellow captain was safe.... John and Mick had made a absolute mess of the Waverider. It was full of food crumbs and beer bottles. The two were lucky if they didn't get even more rats on the Waverider. Next....locating Nora Darhk- It took Nate, Amaya, Ray, Zari, Jax, and Leo a good while to actually find where Nora ran off to. Ray and Nate wouldn't stop bickering about who could get with Amaya next. "If you two don't kindly shut up, I will freeze your balls." Leo informed them which caused Amaya to let out a brief chuckle, "Yeah, I already told you two to stop fighting over me. I'm not someone that can be won." she stated. Jax stuck to the very back, he wanted to be alone at the moment but he knew that the others had his back if he needed anything. Losing Stein really hit him hard. Ray wanted to help him out the most but Jax pushed him away. He was going to mourn and grieve in his own way before talking to anyone, but he knew that eventually he would feel okay. Zari was walking in the front of the group with Leo. It was quieter up there and had less bickering. Leo was someone that she soon confided in, she found out that he gave great advice. "Leo, c-c-can I tell you something?" Zari questioned as she dragged her feet up against the ground. "Yeah, you can tell me anything." Leo grinned at her as they walked just a bit ahead of the others. "I know that he literally just came on the Waverider last night....but I think I am crushing on John Constantine. I know..it sounds absoutely crazy but I can feel it deep down in my soul." Zari grinned to herself as she talked about him. Leo raised a eyebrow up at her, placing a hand up against her forehead, "Just making sure you don't have a fever- because you sound delusional." Leo joked with Zari as he punched her shoulder playfully. "I'm being serious." she rolled her eyes slightly at Leo. "I know you are, I just don't think either of you are ready for love? If that makes sense-" Leo shrugged to himself, he wasn't trying to sound offensive but it may have came off that way. "He does look like a total snack though. Maybe I can have him to myself for a night-"

"Leoooo-" Zari crossed her arms at him jokingly, "Not funny!" she stuck her tongue out at him as the rest of the team caught up with them. "I don't think Nora is around here anymore, but let's keep our guard up just in case." Ray informed the team. "Does that mean we can go back to the Waverider now?" Nate questioned as Ray shook his head, "I don't think any of us want to see the mess John and Mick have made. I rather face Sara's wrath first before having to see that mess." The entire team heard something weird over the coms. They just thought it was static interfering with their communication, so they turned them off. "I want to make a mess with John-" Zari mumbled under her breath lowly, Leo was the only one who heard her, "So do I." Back to....Whatever the fuck this is- Damien battled his tongue with Sara's. One moment his tongue was on top, the next it was under Sara's tongue that was nearly halfway down his throat. Occasionally one of them let a moan fall from their lips, which only turned the other one on even more. This was so foreign to them that both of them wanted to make a move but they were also frightened to do the wrong thing, almost like they thought if either of them made a wrong move then they would have a knife to the back. That was the right kind of mindset though, they each had their own reasons not to trust each other. Sara and Damien soon found both of their arms intertwined with one another. Sara finally found a way to get out the emotions she was holding back, even if it wasn't in the most healthiest way people would think. This was her way of mourning and showing feeling. No matter how fucked up it may be. Damien was honestly happy either way...well...happy is a strong word. He didn't exactly have the words to describe what was happening because he was currently dominating Sara with his tongue. This was each a fantasy of theirs at least once. Sara pulled her lips away from Damien because she needed to take a breath, she still stayed close to him though. That kiss sent literal shockwaves through her body, it left her wanting more. Feeling bold, Sara unbuttoned Damien's shirt, leaving it hanging open. She stared at his chest for a few moments. To her surprise, Damien was actually quite fit. Damien's mouth trailed down Sara's face, over her chin and down her neck, where he kissed and sucked on sensitive flesh. He left quite a few hickeys. Sara was going to have fun explaining that one to her team.... Damien discarded his button up, revealing his full chest and abs. Sara unknowingly started to gnaw at her lower lip as she saw him without his shirt for the first time. "I'm beginning to think that you actually like me." Damien stated with a smirk as he looked over at Sara gnawing her lower lip. "Please, you're just a pity fuck, a way to get my emotions out- It's me acting on my very last impulse from one dream I had. Don't get fucking cocky with me now or I won't hesitate to slice your throat right here and now." Sara informed Damien. Damien listened to Sara speak, he chuckled. "No one said anything about fucking- If I'm going to be honest, I had just one dream about you too. I don't doubt that you still have knives on you, so do I. I would be stupid not to." Sara rolled her eyes over at Damien, "Then why trust me enough for this?" she questioned him and raised her eyebrow. "We both want the same thing and it's a one time thing at that. Unless-" Damien stated. "I told you not to get fucking cocky, but I will give you one free pass. We will call a truce just this time..." Damien nodded his head in agreement to Sara. Damien took his turn and pulled Sara's shirt up over her head, revealing a extremely lacy black bra, Damien licked his lips when he saw her nipples straining to tear out of the fabric. Sara watched carefully as Damien's face lit up, seeing her matching black thong. As Sara's clothing was discarded to the floor, all you could hear was knives clanging against it. "Hold on a sec-" Sara mumbled as she pulled out a small switchblade from her bra. One can never be to careful. Sara kissed

Damien's chest, feeling him get goosebumps with the excitement. Sara was swift to take control and move her hand lower on his body, then cupping Damien's growing erection. "Oh", Damien let out a moan.

Sara teasingly licked down his chest to his stomach, and then lower, getting down on her knees.

Looking up at Damien with hooded eyes, Sara pulled Damien's pants down with one swift movement. Sara then hooked her fingers at the hem of his boxers and slid them down, freeing his erection. "I-I didn't think it was that big. It's fucking huge." Sara grinned as she looked up at Damien once more. "Do you like it?" Damien questioned Sara as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Of course I like it." she admitted truthfully. "I thought you only liked girls-" Damien added.

"Don't push your luck, Daddy Darhkest." she rolled her eyes up at Damien and flicked her tongue up against the tip of his member. Sara rather liked the nickname that she gave Damien. Sara took his entire member in, sucking on him lovingly. Damien let out a unexpected moan. Sara didn't even know that she had a gag reflex...but she soon found out. Sara continued to suck up and down his length for a few moments, every once in a while his member hit the back of her throat which caused her to gag. Damien entangled his fingers in her hair, pulling at it ever so often. The only noise filling backstage was the sound of Damien's moans and the faint noise of Sara sucking on him. Since the two of them both had a really high endurance, they could honestly go all night if they wanted. Sara sucked on Damien for about six minutes before he was coming close. When he was close, she started to suck him faster. His sweet juices began to drip off the sides of Sara's mouth, he let out a loud moan as Sara swallowed all that she could. Sara slowly pulled herself off of his member, licking her lips. "I hope you liked that." she stated before standing back up. "I loved it." Damien stated honestly with a smirk on his face. "Aye, we don't use the L word around here." Sara informed him with a smile that wasn't forced for once. Damien pulled Sara closer as they started to kiss again. Damien's hand wrapped around Sara's back as he unclipped her bra, watching it fall to the floor. Sara rather not admit that she was already soaked but Damien would find out sooner or later. Damien gently placed one hand upon Sara's breast. The look in Damien's eye told Sara that he wanted her thong off, and fast. Damien brought his head down, taking her nipple into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth. Sara threw her head back in pure bliss and let out a rather loud moan in reaction to this. Damien then used both hands to swiftly push Sara's thong down and off, bringing one hand up to cup her breast, the other hand found it's way between Sara's legs. Sara let out a gasp when he started to stroke her folds. The look on Damien's face told Sara that he was excited to already find her moist and ready for him. "Damien, I need you-" Sara mumbled lowly as she looked up into his eyes. "Sara Lance begging? Now that's a sight to see." Damien joked which only caused Sara to punch him on the shoulder. Damien curled his fingers up inside Sara's clit, she let out another moan for him as she leaned into his shoulder, "I fucking hate you-" she rolled her eyes at him. "Well-if you hate me then maybe I should stop." Damien teased. "Go ahead. I don't care if you do." Sara lied, Damien pumped his fingers in and out of Sara. "Mmm-fuck you-" she moaned out against him.

Damien smirked, the two of them could play at this game forever but he was going to give in to Sara. He picked her up swiftly and set her up against some comfortable stage props. Sara hooked one of her legs over Damien's as he eased into her, their hands continuing to caress each other as the their tongues fought for dominance. One of Damien's hands helped hold on to her leg, as his other was still on Sara's breast, caressing it lightly. After Sara got adjusted to Damien's size, the only thing that could be heard was skin slapping against each other and moans that echoed. The two of them did this for a good twenty minutes. Damien began to pant in pleasure as Sara dug her nails into his back, his moans encouraging her along. Damien thrusted into Sara a few more times, her moans filling the room. That was what sent her crashing over the edge. Sara's insides clamped down on his hard member, which sent Damien over the edge, filling her completely. The two of them were breathing hard and had a sheen of sweat covering their bodies. Damien rolled off of Sara and onto his back, trying to catch his breath. "That was....wow." Sara gasped out, causing Damien to give out a light chuckle. Sara inched her way closer to Damien and placed another kiss on his lips. When the two broke apart from the kiss, Sara laid her head on Damien's chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was so melodic that she nearly found herself falling asleep. Damien snuggled up against her warm body and wrapped his arms around her. "Do you think we could ever do this again?" Damien questioned curiously. "Depends..." Sara responded while snuggling into Damien even more. "Depends on what, love?" Damien asked. "Depends if I will ever find time to do this again." Sara responded. "We have literally all the time in the world." Damien replied while placing a kiss to Sara's forehead. "I know...but I have that same world to save. Try not to cause more anachronisms please?" Sara punched Damien's arm playfully as he nodded in reply, "I would really like to do this again, at least one more time." he grinned down at Sara for the first time ever. "I'll think about it. How about we each keep one of my swords as a memory of this day?" Sara questioned Damien and he nodded, "Sounds like a plan." "I better get going-or my team is going to suspect something is up if they don't already." Sara wanted to stay with Damien longer but she knew that it was probably the best choice to leave. "Do me a huge favor and don't kill Billy Idol for me, please." Sara added while looking up into Damien's eyes. "Deal. It's the least I could do." he replied and gave Sara a goodbye kiss that lasted about ten minutes. Sara got up and grabbed her clothes, slipping them on swiftly. Sara made sure not to forget any knives as she was putting them back in her clothing. She left one of her katanas for Damien while she grabbed the other one for herself. Sara watched Damien put his clothing back on, leaving her to gnaw at her lip. The two of them waved goodbye to one another. Each of them having a smile going from ear to ear. Sara made her way from backstage, Damien was gone in a blink of the eye. It was getting dark out, Sara just realized that she forgot to turn her com off... After a few minutes, Sara went on board to the Waverider. It still smelled like cheap beer and burnt popcorn but this was the first time tonight she was smelling it because she was kind of...busy. "Nate? Where the hell are you?" Sara questioned as she looked around the Waverider, no one else was anywhere to be seen but the condition of the kitchen told otherwise. "Who's wise idea was it to leave you to knuckleheads in charge?" Sara looked between Mick and John. "I don't know, whose wise idea was it to let you go knockin' boots with the bloody enemy?" John questioned Sara with a raise of his eyebrow. Mick was busy finishing off a beer at the moment. "I-" Sara was honestly speechless. No reason she came up with would be a valid one. She was honestly glad that it was John and Mick on the Waverider currently because they were

easier to persuade, well at least Mick was. "Please don't tell the others." Sara looked down but still smiled from ear to ear, "I'll owe ya one." "Hmm, deal. I honestly didn't enjoy seeing Damien's bloody cock but your body is marvelous." John stated as he licked his lips. "Mhm, I'm sure you didn't like his cock. You're just jealous that I sucked his and not yours." Sara teased John lightly as he shrugged, "It's your loss love, mine is bigger than his and I'm probably more skillful too." Sara rolled her eyes at John and decided to leave the conversation at that. Sara turned her attention over to Mick, "Is there anything that I can get you so will keep my secret?" she questioned as he finished his beer. "More beer." he uttered, Sara went and grabbed him one more. Mick honestly looked wasted but she knew that if he forgot about what Sara did, John would just remind Mick anyways. "I heard Zari say that she had a little crush on you, Johnny boy-" Mick spoke up as John grabbed himself a beer and practically chugged down the entire thing. "That is sweet if she really did say that. I'm honestly flattered but I'm not a relationship kind of a bloke. I'm more of a one and done type of bloke. I wouldn't want to hurt her, she would deserve a lot better than me." John rubbed at the back of his neck and stated truthfully. The rest of The Legends were now making there way back to the Waverider. It didn't take them long to get there since they had no luck finding Nora Darhk. She probably was just a distraction for the real 'threat'. Ray was the first one to board the Waverider, he immediately plugged his nose because of the smell. Next came Nate and Amaya. The two of them were talking about movies that they should watch together, coming to a agreement that they should just stay friends as planned before. Leo walked on to the ship, he looked around and saw a trail of crumbs leading from the kitchen to the wheel of the Waverider. Jax went back to doing repairs on the Waverider as soon as possible, it was his way of coping with the loss of Stein. Zari was the last one to board. She honestly didn't realize that she didn't turn off her com before revealing that she has a small crush on John. The whole team was honestly beat. Leo walked back to his bunk and crashed as Nate and Amaya went to watch a movie together. Ray and Zari made their way to the kitchen and saw a passed out Mick. John was chugging down another beer. Sara was cleaning up some of the mess that John and Mick had made, but it was a lot for one person to clean. "How did it go finding Nora?" Sara questioned Zari and Ray, "She was a no show, how was it fighting the assassin?" Zari asked as she started to help with the clean up. She picked up a few bottles off the ground as John stumbled out of his chair, taking the empty bottles from the table and throwing them away. "It went well. They look more worse than me." Sara lied and realized that she had hickeys on her neck, she swiftly covered them. "I-uhm-need to get cleaned up. I think I'm going to take a cold shower. Are you guys going to be okay here?" Sara questioned. "I think so. I can help clean up around here for a bit." Ray replied with a grin. "Okay, that sounds good. Ray, I'm sorry for being so snippy with you earlier. It wasn't right of me." Sara apologized. "It's fine, Sara. We all have bad days." Ray grinned even more before pulling Sara into a hug. She hugged him back briefly before walking off toward the shower. Ray picked up a few bottles and he picked up the popcorn crumbs up off the ground. No matter how many times Ray told Mick to pick up after himself, he never did it. Ray sighed as he looked down at the passed out Mick. "Would you two mind if I carried him off to bed?" Ray questioned as he helped Mick up. He ended up waking up but still needed help standing, Mick was clearly wasted. "No, we don't mind." Zari and John replied in unison. Zari and John continued to pick up his and Mick's mess. The room was filled with awkward silence for the most part. Zari finally worked up the guts to speak up. "Uh, how

was your day?" she questioned while throwing away a bottle at the same time John did. Their hands ended up brushing against each other which caused Zari to blush. "My day was good. I got to learn more about Mick and I drank my pain, sorrows, and feelings away like usual. How was your day?" John admitted bluntly. "Drinking this much isn't good for you-" Zari sighed as she picked up a few used cigarettes off the kitchen counter. "Neither is smoking but I guess we are all going to die one day. My day was good too, other then having to listen to Ray and Nate bicker over who gets Amaya. I got closer with Leo too, he's like my best friend now." "That is true, we all die one day. It happens to the best and the worst of us," John face formed into a grin, "I could tell. Seems that some little lass has a crush on me." Zari looked away from John and blushed, "I do not-" "Your cheeks tell otherwise." John let out a chuckle as he pulled Zari into a hug, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "It's quite fine, just know that I'm one complicated bloke." he rubbed at the back of his neck a little bit. "Well, I'm one complicated lass." Zari stepped up on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on John's forehead.

#dc legends of tomorrow #sara lance #damien darhk #sara lance x damien darhk #mick rory #leo snart #john constantine #mallus #nate heywood #ray palmer #gideon #jax #amaya jiwe #zari tarazi #nora darhk

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Well, Hiee people! This is gonna be my first post ever and I am not sure if it is a good Idea starting off with an angst, but I am dedicating it to a Yagi Toshinori/All might oneshot! Since its my first time on tumblr, please pardon any mistakes. I initially wanted to put it as Y/N but since its kinda gore, it didnt feel right.

Synopsis : Some Regrets will never leave you.

This event was placed during the time Bakugou got kidnapped and All Might used his full potential and lost his One For All against the Villian All For One.

Warning : angst, sexual assault foul language, gore, death.

Pairing : Yagi Toshinori/All Might x Fem/OC- Ayame

Original Villian Thorn

It was just another day for Ayame. She hummed and watered her plants. Ayame wasn't really special. Her quirk was mainly growing flowering plants. So she worked as a florist and grew various beautiful flowers. While humming she wondered 'oh, maybe tonight we can try out recent essential oil mix in the hot tub! Eucalyptus and rosemary will do well for toshi' she giggled and thought about all the possibilities after a hot tub would lead to. While Ayame was day dreaming, peonies bloomed all around the Flower Shop. Few locals who knew her very well called out "There you go again Ayame-san, are you missing him already?" She blushed and quickly apologized for the floral storm she caused. An elderly woman who was picking out flowers said "You don't have to apologize Ayame-chan you and your flowers are so beautiful. Your boyfriend is a lucky man. Ah..love. such a beautiful thing. Isn't it?" Ayame smiled and carefully handed the bouquet of white Lilies to her and said "don't worry about the payment Mrs. Ito" the elderly smiled and waved goodbye.

Ayame quickly closed the shop and headed home. She prepared the hot bath and some light dinner and waited for Toshi to come home. She noticed that Toshi was feeling low recently and wanted to do help him. She understands that although she can't fix his problems, she wants to be by his side when the going gets tough. So she patiently waits.

It is past midnight. The bath is gone cold. And so is the food. Ayame stomach growls woke her up from where she fell asleep on the kitchen counter. 'He still isn't home yet.' She gives him another call. And hears Toshi's cell ring outside the apartment. Frowning she walks towards the door and it opens, revealing a disheveled and exhausted Toshinori. Ayame gasped and held him in her arms and rubs his back. "Your alright. You are alright" she whispers reassuringly. He sigh "Bakugou is kidnapped and Young Midoriya and most of 1 A and 1 B are injured." She bites back tears, refusing to cry before him. "And here I am. The number one hero. Unable to do a thing in this state." He said bitterly and pulled away from Ayame's grasp. "Toshi, you-" He cut her off "we are making plans on raiding the place where Bakugou is kept captive. Momo smartly placed a tracking device on Bakugou. But the main issue is, All for one is most probably behind this. Ayame recalled the past conversation with Night Eye and looked at Toshi while she choked out "Toshi, no please don't" Toshi gingerly held her fingers between his own "This.....is why, we should have ended.....this, no. We never should have started anything to begin with. I should have never-" Ayame grasped his hand between hers and whispers "please Toshi, don't say this. Don't do this. We promised to be there for each other. No matter what the consequences were, we are going to face it together. Didn't we?" She kisses his finger, afraid that he may break out of trance and do what he has been planning to do. But Toshi pulled away again. "Ayame..... you are still so young. You still have so much ahead of you. I am nothing but a shell of a man, that may die tomorrow. Or soon. My power is not even my own, which I may lose in this battle. Please. Don't tie yourself down to me." She grabs hold of his shirt "Don't you dare say that! I am in love with Yagi Toshinori. Not because you are powerful. Or strong. But because you are you. I love you for who you are Toshi, and I am ready to walk down by your side to whatever path you have chosen. All I ask is for you to survive." Toshi grabs hold of his head "And you did Ayame! You have fulfilled it! You have walked down by my side. But I can't promise my survival. Which is why, you need to let go of me." Ayame rest her head against his chest. Tears running down her cheeks. "Toshi, my love... please don't" Toshinori gently pushes her away from him. He couldn't look at her. "Ayame, I am sorry.....Goodbye" he turns away and walks out of the door. Ayame froze. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered "Toshi..." getting back to her senses she rushes out of the door, trying to stop him. But she couldn't see him anywhere. She runs out on the streets in her nightgown yelling out his name. Searching for him. Asking the trees for help. But she never found him. Ayame sank to her knees and wails "Toshi, please don't leave me. Please" she kept crying in the middle of the streets. Her heart shattered.

The following day, the raid was conducted. Izuku, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Iida was able to rescue Bakugou while All Might intervened and fought One for All and defeated him. And in that process, he barely survived,completely lost his All For One Abilities and All Might's identity as Yagi Toshinori was now revealed to the world. But during that chaos, while all the Pro Hero's attention was on this raid, minor villains began causing havoc in most parts of the city. And now that the number one hero lost his power, doubt and fear began to rise in the country, feeding the Villians, making them more stronger. Unfortunately, Ayame fell victim to one of Hero Killer's followers, Thorn. And he has been keeping an eye on Ayame for a long time now. An obsessive psychopathic Villian who's quirk are Thorny Creepers. He made a pattern of her movements for over a span of 2 months now. Even keeping an eye on her ex-boyfriend. (Yes. He witnessed the whole breakup scenario) who surprisingly is revealed to be the former number one hero. With him out of the way, a perfect opportunity of having his way with her arose. He broke into her home and drugged her. The usual kidnapping tactic. Dumping her in the van, he drove away to the outskirts of the city into a dingy warehouse, he cuffed her with a power dampner and assaulted her, tortured her with his spiny creepers untill she was ripped apart. Her screams were music to his ears, while he filmed her. As she begged him to let her go, he began torturing her all over again. The very idea of hurting a former pro hero lover fed his ego. Ayame realized this and slowly turned unresponsive. It was the fourth day and he finally decided that since he no longer had fun, it was time to end her life. "You have served me well Little Flower. I enjoyed ripping off your petals. You look even prettier covered in blood. But its time to weed you out." All Ayame could think of was Toshi as she lay on the bloodied ground, trying to reach out to her pendant, while waiting for the final blow. 'I Love you Toshi' That evening while Toshi was recovering at the hospital, Naomasa visited him. There was a grave look on his face that made Toshinori heart drop. "Naomasa? What is it? Is Bakugou alri- "Naomasa cuts him off "There has been another crime by Thorn." Toshi Frowns "After 5 years? Are you sure its him?" Naomasa sinks in the chair "yes, the same pattern..but Toshi... I.." he takes a deep breath and says "this is hard....Its Ms. Ayame, we got the video from Thorn. They are still searching for her." Toshi's blood runs cold. He whispers as he jumps out of the bed "what did you say? I don't think I heard it right" Naomasa stand up "the Video was sent through her number. We tried tracking her cellphone but it was found in the river and-" Naomasa's cell rings. Time was suddenly slow for Toshi. He could hear his own heart beat. His eyes burned and when he closed it, all he could remember was Ayame's face when she hugged him and begged him not to leave her. Naomasa touched Toshinori's shoulder and said softly "They found her. I am so sorry but-" Toshi yelled "NO! No... No this can't be. I NEED TO SEE HER. WITH MY OWN EYES." Naomasa nodded. After an hour, they reached the warehouse. Toshi prayed for some miracle. Prayed that Ayame would be alive. There were police cars and Coroner's Vans. A crowd of people gathered at the distance. Murmuring lines of pity. But Toshi was numb. His face pale as he walk toward the entrance. Stench of Iron fills the air. And there, in the middle of the room lay a body twisted in a strange angle, in a large pool of blood. And he walked closer. And he saw her. Ayame. Lying on her stomach, but her neck twisted, facing upwards, her limbs flayed, while her left hand reached out towards the celtic knot pendant. The gift Toshi gave her a year ago. Toshi knelt on the ground and wailed as he reached out to touch her stiff hands. "Ayame, My Love, Please..." his words no longer sounded comprehensible as he choked on his tears. He began crawling towards her body, his trousers soaked in

cold blood.

The coroner who was collecting evidence protested but Toshi paid no heed as he held her up against his chest and whispered in her ear "your alright, you will wake up, you are alright my love. Now please, please wake up. I can't.....I shouldn't have left you. My love please. Please comeback" he kisses her forehead as he rocks himself back and forth holding her close to him. And that is when he see's it. There is a huge hole in her chest. He whispers "your heart..... where is your heart" he looks around and sees it pinned by thorny branches against the wall. He gasped "I am so sorry my love. I am so so sorry. I love you. I love you so much. This is all my fault. I should have stayed. I should have come back home early. My sweet sweet love. Please come back, please, I can't live without you. Please" The Coroner walked over to Naomasa. "Its been 7 hours since she passed away. And according to my analysis, she had been held captive for four days. Mutilated body and signs of resistance blows were found. We did find rubber between her finger nails. She was also sexually assaulted, so his Semen was found in her. There are also photos of her found on the desk. He has been preparing this for months now. Naomasa groaned "Yes. Parts of it was also shown in the video. He killed her because in the end, she showed no resistance." Upon hearing this, Toshinori slowly turns around eyes dangerously zoning in on the coroner as he seethed "Four Days? She was kidnapped four days ago? Tortured and raped.?" Toshi shivered. He could still feel the ghost of her kisses when she held his hand one last time. Every time he closed his eyes, he could still see her smile. Her sweet scent every time he held her in his arms. But now he held her cold body, he couldnt see her smile, nor the sweet scent. It was but the lifeless body and dead eyes that stared up at him. His heart slowed down. He kissed her cold stiff lips one last time. He gently closes her eyes. And weeps again. Yagi Toshinori screams. He may have saved the world, but he lost his. Regret is the most painful thing.

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