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Le Chat Et Le Serpent - Chapter 50

The Mirage Known as Fashion Week

“You do this for all your employees, Mr. Agreste?” Luka’s dry tone was particularly nasally.

Adrien held Luka’s fingers flat against his palm. Jolts of electricity surged through both of them, their cheeks simultaneously reddening. Both pretended not to notice.

Disclaimer:

Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamy" moments.

Chapter Summary:

Before Luka leaves to search for answers, he must fulfil his contractual obligation of fashion week. Putting on a fake smile is a lot harder when the love of your life is within feet of you and you can't touch them, you can't hug away their pain...

The buzz of people blurred past Luka's vision. Slight nods of assent or the restringing of an instrument blended into the mirage known as Fashion Week.

"Doesn't she, Luka?" Rose's eyes vibrated as she waited for him to answer. Luka hadn't realised she'd been speaking.

"Huh?" Luka half sparked to consciousness, not fully aware that he was in the process of working on the strings of a dress.

"Doesn't Juleka look gorgeous?" Rose nosed in closer to Luka's face, trying to analyse his emotional state.

"Oh, uh, of course." Luka agreed, knowing no matter what his sister would be draped with pride and beauty.

"Is he awake now?" Juleka chuckled, shaking the strings in Luka's fingers as she did.

Sighing, Luka continued his work. He didn't know how he missed the fact that he was working on Juleka's dress.

"We might have woke him up too soon." Rose whispered. After years, Rose had still not learned that whispering was ineffectual around Luka. His ear was too trained from living with Juleka to not understand hushed voices.

Adrien was making one of his routine visits, ensuring everything was in order. From a standing position, he was pushing his palms against the table, reviewing a document with Marinette. His perfectly golden hair had grown out, the sides were shaven, but the hair on the top was spun into a bun that slightly bounced as he spoke.

The violin string snapped as Luka saw what Rose was talking about. Jade eyes shot in his direction, reacting to the sharp noise.

Luka grimaced under the gaze of Adrien, well aware of the light red mark on his face from the pressure of the string.

"You alright, Luka?" Adrien politely inquired.

"Fine!" Luka dug in the pocket of his bag for his arsenal of back-up strings, hoping Adrien's glance would drop by the time he pulled out an a-string.

The serious watch continued as Luka's fingers trembled while spinning the peg. He realised he should have taken out the broken string first. His shakes increased as Adrien left his post, stepping towards them.

"Take five, Couffaine." Adrien ordered as he took over the removal of the snapped string from the violin.

Clenching his jaw, Luka passed the string to Rose before storming out.

"Fashion week is crazy!" Adrien beamed as he put his hands in the air, still riding off the high of his second Paris fashion week.

"Oh yeah? It can't be any crazier than an Akuma battle." Luka brushed his lips against Adrien's neck.

"You would be surprised. At least you have an idea of what to expect in an attack. Plus, any mistakes you make are fixed by magical insects." Adrien giggled at the comparison. "Everything is so intense! Time goes by so fast and it feels like people never stop yelling. The first Fashion Week I headed after my father, I thought I was going to die."

"Mmm... we can't have that, now can we?" Luka pulled Adrien in closer, adoring the light twinkling in his eyes. Most of the business bored Adrien, but the hectic moments of bustle seemed to energise him.

"I'm so happy you're going to be there for the next one. It will be way better with you there." Adrien kissed the tip of Luka's nose.

"I can't wait." Luka ran his fingers through Adrien's hair as the sweet taste of euphoria caressed his tongue.

Luka stormed out the propped door to join the other disgruntled staff inhaling the brisk autumn air with a crisp backing of nicotine. Shoving the soft filter in his mouth, he watched the flame suck into the tip of his smoke.

"My boy! When did you pick up this nasty habit?" A familiar voice beckoned to Luka across the smoke pit.

Of course you're here. Why did I not assume that you would be added on to the crap pile I already have to deal with?

Pulling the smoke out of his mouth, he rested his hand on his jeans. "Seemed like a better vice than opioids."

Their relationship had been getting progressively better, but today was not the day to test Luka's luck.

"Ouch," Jagged Stone held his hand that carried his smoke over his heart as he walked to Luka. "I've been clean for years now, Luka. Trust me, this," Jagged waved his smoke, "is nearly just as bad. You're too young to throw your life away."

Snarling, Luka spit towards the ground. "Little late for advice, don't you think?"

Jagged's shoulders relaxed as he reevaluated his approach. "Luka, your mum and I are really worried about you. She says you've taken the break-up really badly."

Taking another drag, Luka shook his head. "Don't voice my shit here. It's no one's business," he inhaled again, "not even yours."

Defeated, Jagged nodded his head. "I get it, Kid. Just know that I'm here for you if you need. Oh- by the way, I love the new do!"

Jagged held his middle and index fingers on both hands together as he motioned towards Luka's hair. He was still sporting a similar hairstyle to their last night in front of the mirror, the night where Adrien stood iced on the dock of The Liberty. Maybe it was his form of the classic break-up chop, or the fact that it was time for a change. He didn't think the shag worked the same without shots of colour. Now, the sides had a fade shaved into them, the hair on the top of his head was longer and pushed back. The look was maintained partially by gel and partially by a nervous smoothing back of his hair in a constant need to control something. There were always some hairs that would jet forward, but he wouldn't feel like himself if there wasn't at least some disarray. Though seemingly contradictory, it was a form of controlled chaos.

Finishing up his smoke, he returned to the mad house.

"Take five, Couffaine." The words felt cold as they left Adrien's lips, but it was how he would approach any other employee that was clearly on edge.

"You know how to string one of these?" Juleka mocked as Adrien pushed the edge of the string through the peg.

"Juleka," Adrien once again leaned towards a formal dialect, "I've spent almost every day for nearly the past three years with your brother. Do you really think I wouldn't have learned to string a violin by now?"

He wove the string with a steady hand and expert capability, silencing Juleka's teasing.

Not wanting to make his model uncomfortable, Adrien continued speaking. "You're leaving for another international shoot soon, right? Are you excited?"

"I'm scared to leave Luka." Juleka admitted, her brother was making a rapid downward spiral.

"Yeah, but he's going to be going on tour, so there's not much you could do anyway. I wouldn't worry too much, things are looking up in his life." He tightened the peg, finishing the task. "Plus, I heard he finally shed off his drama queen of a boyfriend."

Juleka chuckled, effectively soothed by Adrien's self-deprecating humour. "Yeah, I don't know how Luka could handle such extensive hair care seminars!"

"Hey, obviously it worked! He's going to have to be batting away all the men and women now that he's looking so sharp." Adrien briefly smiled at his own comment.

"I think he needs a slut phase." Juleka stated confidently.

Adrien was scanning her dress for any imperfections as he responded. "Ew, too far Jules, too far."

Rose smiled sheepishly at their back and forth, it was comforting to see their friendship shining through the post-break-up tension.

Adrien repositioned a few strands of hair before resting his hands on both of Juleka's arms. "You're good to go! See you in half."

"Adrien?" Marinette called. "Can you grab me a coffee?"

Confused as Adrien stepped away, Rose peeked towards Marinette. "Don't you guys have people specifically for that?"

"Yeah, but I like it better when Adrien gets it." Marinette nonchalantly replied as she called the next model in.

"Oh, I would have gotten you a coffee too if I knew you needed one." Luka furrowed his brow at Adrien standing in line.

"Next!" The clerk called.

"May I have a large chai tea latte with coconut milk, please?" Adrien ordered before turning his attention to Luka. "It's fine, I wasn't expecting to grab one."

"That's not your regular order." Luka chose to drop the second half of his line, 'you would normally say it has way too much sugar and not enough caffeine.'

"Yeah, I already have one going. This one's for Marinette." Adrien tapped his card before walking to stand by Luka.

The lid popped off Luka's drink, sending nearly an ounce of hot liquid down his fingers. "Ow - fuck!" He rushed to the counter to pull out napkins. As he tried to wipe himself and the cup, Adrien was tilting over the counter's edge.

Why does she have to do this shit? Luka screamed internally. This whole fucking show she keeps demeaning him with trivial requests. 'Adrien, take this to the garbage', 'Adrien, get me some 4-ply toilet paper', 'Adrien, can you bend over so I can show off the seams on your butt'. How is no one else calling her out on this shit? It's not a good look to have the CEO fucking bending over for a cackle of ogling models.

His infuriated line of thought was broken by Adrien's touch. Wordlessly, he took the paper towel wetted with cold water against Luka's skin.

"It's okay, I like taking care of you." Luka reassured his Prettyboy while he ran a damp towel over his face.

Adrien groaned. "I feel like a damn damsel in distress when you dote on me like this."

"You'll always be my damsel in distress," Luka teased. "Plus, you have a weird way of always missing some. You'd think after this long you'd know how to wash your face."

Giant emerald eyes glared at him in feigned irritation.

"Like I said," Luka smirked at Adrien's childish grimace, "I love taking care of you."

Adrien's face blushed as he got lost in Luka's smile.

"You do this for all your employees, Mr. Agreste?" Luka's dry tone was particularly nasally.

Adrien held Luka's fingers flat against his palm. Jolts of electricity surged through both of them, their cheeks simultaneously reddening. Both pretended not to notice.

"It doesn't look like you suffered any significant burns. Your skin might be a bit sensitive, but nothing requiring additional attention." Adrien lowered his hand, signalling Luka to hold the weight of his own fingers. "It's a good thing your drinks are overflowing with sugar or it might have been worse."

"Large chai latte with coconut milk!" The barista set the cup on the counter.

Lifting the cup to Luka, Adrien bid adieu. "I'll see you back in there, Couffaine."

Luka swore he used his last name on purpose. Twisting the knife already lodged in his stomach.

When Luka reentered their area, Adrien was in the process of finishing an imitation of Chat's moonwalk.

Well, this can't be anything good. Luka controlled the urge to squeeze his cup, not wanting to invite the same fate as two minutes ago.

"That was so good, Adrien!" Marinette clapped.

"Whatever brings the mood up, right?" Adrien beamed. "All I have left to check is the piano piece, are you okay to confirm that one, Marinette?"

"Absolutely!" Marinette hopped up, genuinely thrilled.

As Adrien walked towards the door, his face dropped. Luka watched as Adrien's jaw clenched and his eyes grew jaded. He paced by Luka with such speed it lifted the stray hairs off Luka's forehead.

Setting down his coffee, Luka looked towards Marinette, who was happily humming as she verified each hem. He scanned to see if there would be anything instrumental that required his attention. Deciding he should be clear, he spun to follow Adrien. He could tell when the man was attempting to manage a panic attack.

Dropping his head to the ground, Luka checked to see if there were any other feet besides Adrien's in the stalls. Confident that they were the only two in there, he dead bolted the door behind him.

"Who's there?" Adrien's back straightened, still with one hand on the toilet bowl. He heard the locking of the door and was understandably on edge.

"Thought you might want the extra privacy." Luka leaned against the blue painted stall.

Adrien scoffed as he rested his head on his forearm. He wanted to sound strong, to seem resilient. This was extremely hard to convey when struggling to breath and crying non-stop between spouts of puking. "Thought you would give me privacy by locking yourself in with me, because that makes sense."

"I know you don't want anyone seeing you like this." Luka flatly responded, nuzzling his head against the door.

"How did you know I w-was-," Adrien's breath hitched, devolving into sobs.

Adrien was gasping and twitching as a nightmare overcame him. Luka tried to calmly talk him through it, to let him know that he was there.

Luka felt helpless as Adrien ran to the bathroom. Part of Luka wanted to believe it was only this bad because of Gabriel's memorial that day, but Plagg's expertise in care demonstrated otherwise.

Adrien didn't want Luka seeing him like this, he didn't want Luka to know how broken he was. But Luka was there to stay.

Luka's palm was lifted by the seizing of Adrien's back, but his touch seemed to provide soothing relief. He kept rubbing his back and whispering that he was there.

Adrien used the back of his hand to wipe the bile from his lips. He rested his face on his forearm against the toilet seat, wanting to fade away completely.

Instead of fading away, warm hands circled his waist. The pain melted as Adrien allowed himself to fall back into Luka's hold. Tears still trickled, but the intense emotion had changed. As Luka rested his nose in Adrien's hair, Adrien stopped caring about his sweat, his clammy skin, or his drooping posture.

Plagg welcomed Luka to 'la maison Agreste' as he dropped off a bottle of water.

As Adrien gulped the water, Luka ran his nose in the crook of Adrien's neck. He could feel Adrien's pulse stabilising.

He wanted to say it then, he was ready for it, but he knew the moment wasn't right. But he was certain, he loved Adrien.

Setting the bottle down beside him, Adrien backed further into the blue haired man behind him. Even the man's breath was calming. It made his existence tangible.

Adrien had no idea what he had done to deserve this man, but he thanked the universe for bringing them together. He brought his hand up to push Luka's face harder into his temple. 'This,' he thought to himself, 'must be what love feels like.'

"I've known you for a long time, Adrien. I can tell when you're trying to subdue a panic attack." Luka's hand pressed against the stall door.

"I- I don't understand what's happening." Adrien's sobs fell harder, encouraging another fit of vomit.

"You've got this, Adrien. You've been to hell and back. This is nothing but a hiccup." Luka tried to reassure him.

"No! This is hell!" Adrien's back arched as he pushed his forehead into his arm, desperately wanting his torture to stop.

"Adrien~," Luka elongated his name.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE, LUKA?" Adrien shouted in fury.

"I... I just wanted to help." Luka bit his trembling lip.

"Don't lie to me." Adrien allowed his body to limp around the porcelain. "You made it pretty clear you have no interest in me anymore."

Luka's palm against the door turned to a fist as tears fell against his restraint.

Thumbing his own tears, Adrien fired one last shot. "I'm sure Zoe, or whoever else you're fancying nowadays, needs your attention more than I do."

Not wanting to leave, Luka counted down from ten. Once he reached one, he would force himself to leave.

Trembling, Adrien listened to each of Luka's receding steps.

I'm caught in a hurricane I'm leaving here dead or alive And I know that I'd be willing to feel the pain If it got me to the other side 'Cause it only hurts, hurricane Yeah, I can feel it hurt, hurricane

Hurricane by Theory of a Dead Man

Author's Notes:

Going back through this story has been a journey of itself. I think this is my favourite chapter in this entire series. Trying to get better, but everything is getting worse.

Originally this was wrote with "Hate Me" by Blue October in mind - but it just didn't end up being the right quote, and it broke my heart 😭

Here's a line for you anyway, "An ounce of peace is all I want for you; will you never call again?"

The only flashback that is a direct retelling of a scene from the story is the last one. The first time that Luka sees Adrien's bad panic attacks in action. The one where Plagg thinks this kid's not half bad.

Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.

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brainrattlers · 2 years

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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (17/n)

Author’s Notes: I dragged my heels on this chapter so hard - I’ve dreaded writing this chapter for literally MONTHS. It dredges up a lot of feelings from March with *the trade*. I’m wishing I could write the next chapter right now, but it’s hell week at work and I’m pulling double-duty as my coworker is out with COVID at the moment - and it’s nearing 2:30am so I should probably get some sleep before I tackle chapter 18.

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ)

Warnings: Language. Angst. (It’ll get better I promise!) There are a lot of feels going on, especially with the trade. Typos. I’m fixing them when I edit after a few hours of sleep.

Word Count: 5128. Yep, LONG CHAPTER.

Chapter 16 can be found at https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/692092027971796992/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-16n-authors-notes

At this point, Tyson was getting used to navigating life with limited use of his mouth, and a lot of protein shakes that first week after his major mouth surgery to repair a broken jaw and to save his teeth that took the brunt of the puck to the mouth in the Calgary game. He was longing for food that he could chew, but was still under orders to avoid things that were anything more than “soft.”

AJ was the doting girlfriend, trying to make foods that were high enough in protein (that weren’t just protein shakes) but tasted other than vanilla, chocolate and banana. Smoothies were concocted to give some variety of flavors, but still trying to hit his necessary nutrition needs. Tyson honestly looked a few pounds lighter by the end of the week, and it made her nervous seeing him that way.

Through it all though, Tyson continued practicing and playing. The following week found the team playing Calgary yet again on March 13th. AJ put in for another vacation day on the 14th, Tyson’s birthday.

However there was something that was eating at her though, and shouldn’t quite put her finger on it, but AJ absolutely felt the need to be at the game that Sunday.

Not surprising was AJ at the glass in 120 during warmups, holding yet another sign.

Hey Tyson, birthday milkshakes after the game? My treat!

Upon seeing the sign, he swung around to AJ by the glass, attempted to kiss the knuckles of his glove but instead forgot that the fishbowl was there, and didn’t quite make the connection with his lips he hoped for. The two beamed at each other through the glass as they fistbumped as per tradition.

The big surprise though was Alan Roach’s booming voice over the PA system announcing the starters for the night.

“STARTING AT CENTER, FROM ST. ALBERT, CANADA… TYYYYYSONNNNN JOST!”

It was rare that Tyson was a starter, but you would not believe how loud AJ cheered when hearing that declaration. His ice time had been diminished so much in the last few games, that it seemed surreal he was starting. But AJ was on her feet, screaming as much as her heart and lungs would let her.

Tyson did a small lap before taking his rightful spot in the center of the lineup, eye contact and a big smile shared with AJ. But there was still something that didn’t sit right in AJ’s stomach by this. It wasn’t a big matchup though, so neither team started their big guns. She tried to play the nerves off though.

Was a relatively quiet game for Tyson, despite wearing a fishbowl and still checking a few guys from the Flames. In fact, it made AJ cringe seeing Tyson take on Big Z at center ice, checking him into the boards. Zadorov, despite being a former Avalanche player, is not one you really want to hit. The man is nicknamed “Big Z” for a reason. But Tyson did it anyway, and no doubt AJ cheered with the collision.

The Avs pulled out a 3-2 win, with Nate scoring two of the goals, Mikko the other. It may not have been Tyson scoring points, but AJ still cheered for her friends in the win. AJ waited in the hall for Tyson to get cleaned up and to head back to his place. The two had made plans to celebrate Tyson’s birthday with breakfast before practice, as the team was heading to the airport after to head to Los Angeles.

AJ made Tyson’s favorite, waffles (although homemade and not Eggos, which he was instantly in love with) with bananas, almond butter, and a bit of maple syrup, and a few strips of bacon (that was more for her than him, but she wasn’t going to tell him that). The two talked about their upcoming week, and what they hoped to accomplish, in between bites. AJ felt bad though, she didn’t have a present for Tyson yet, but he was okay with that. In his eyes, waffles and bacon were enough for him - he had everything he wanted in AJ.

Tyson reluctantly went to practice, but not before making out (lightly) with his girlfriend just a touch before getting in his car to head out.

Letting him have a good 10 minute head start, AJ then followed Tyson to practice, meeting up with Jess. Thankfully there was still drop-in hockey going on that morning, and the team hadn’t taken the ice on either rink at the practice facility. The two sat there chatting over oatmilk lattes from Starbucks across the street which Jess graciously snagged for both before arriving.

The target was walking around the Avalanche rink and was going to go over to the Hamilton rink to work with the goalies early before the rest of the team took the ice. Both AJ and Jess leaned over the railing as Tyson was shuffling by. It was as if Jess and AJ telepathically counted down, and exclaimed…

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TYSON!”

Tyson looked up with a big smile. “Thank you very much, ladies!”

That smile stuck with him for most of practice. It was a relatively short practice as the flight was leaving at 2:10, but AJ didn’t get any time with Tyson after. He snuck out the other exit at the practice facility as a number of people were there looking to get autographs. He did text from the airport though, apologizing for not stopping but also was avoiding a couple of the autograph seekers - he had spied one that had been pestering him a LOT lately to sign a handful of things each time. It was becoming an issue with a lot of the players, and they were starting to just simply not stop to sign autographs unless they were really feeling it. Today, Tyson just wasn’t. His heart hurt that he wasn’t getting to spend the rest of his birthday with his family or AJ. But it was part of the job.

Unfortunately, that gnawing feeling AJ had in her stomach was worse as she and Tyson texted back and forth. He sent a photo of a pie that the Avs socials team got him for Pi Day/his birthday. Bonus was that he was just starting to get to have soft foods again. The text exchange was fine, but it was just a feeling she couldn’t shake. And to be fair, she’d been feeling it for a few weeks, but definitely didn’t want to say anything.

And before you think the worst, no, she wasn’t wanting to break up with him. That was the furthest thing from what he anxiety was.

The plane was taking off, and Tyson sent his typical, “Text you when I land. Love you baby.”

The afternoon was spent with Jess and AJ hitting up the mall in Cherry Creek. They might have raided Lolli & Pop, getting various candy. But seeing the Coffee Crisp bars just made AJ think of Tyson. He would always give her shit for liking such “a terrible candy bar.” But every few weeks, a package would arrive from either his mom or grandparents, and there would always be a bar in the box with a tag to make sure to give to AJ. They even questioned her taste in candy, but hey, different strokes and all that.

With the plane on the ground in California, both AJ and Jess received texts right around the same time from their respective partners.

Tyson: On the ground. Miss you so much already, this isn’t how I imagined spending my birthday, missing you. I didn’t even think that last year on my birthday I’d be missing someone so much on my next one.

AJ: I miss you too baby. Make sure you call your family, I’m sure they miss you too. I at least got to eat breakfast with you this morning.

Tyson: And surprise me at practice. Tell Jess I said hi?

AJ grabbed Jess, taking a selfie together, waving in the photo and sent to Tyson.

Tyson: Are you at Lolli & Pops? Don’t tell me you bought more Coffee Crisp.

AJ: >.> Maybe I did.

Tyson: Remind me why I love you? That candy is awful.

AJ: I could list a lot of reasons, but I’m betting you’re probably almost to the hotel. Call tonight?

Tyson: Of course. Gotta call mom and the grandparents first, but you know I always want to talk to you right before I fall asleep.

AJ: Love you Maple Syrup Man.

Tyson: Love you Eggo. Talk to you tonight.

AJ rejoined Jess as they finished doing some laps around the mall, looking at shoes that Jess was eyeing, and AJ popped in MAC to snag some mascara. Finally after dinner and a few drinks they called it a night - both were expecting phone calls shortly after.

The guys would be out for dinner somewhere and then likely just head back to the hotel, even though a majority would probably be out a little longer. Nate was always early to bed regardless. This time last season, Tyson would have been out with a few teammates, probably finding an eager woman at a bar to get into a little mischief with… but since AJ, the allure was not there. He just wanted to hear her voice when he couldn’t curl up with her at night.

Finding her pajamas, AJ crawled into bed. Maple the Bear was in Tyson’s spot, wearing an old tee she might have borrowed from Tyson’s closet (much like Tyson would borrow her hoodies). Tyson left some of his aftershave in his drawer at her apartment, and AJ was known to dab a little onto what would be Maple’s pulse points (if you can imagine what the giant teddy bear equivalent would be comparatively). She sighed as she rested her head on Maple’s chest, taking in the scent of Tyson still on the pillow underneath the bear.

The buzzing of AJ’s phone snapped her back into the moment. It wasn’t a call though, Tyson was calling through Facetime. Quickly she tried to look somewhat presentable leaning up against Maple.

“Hey baby! Is… that Maple behind you?”

“Yeah, wasn’t that the point of Maple? You told me to curl up with him when you weren’t here… don’t tell me you’re jealous of your own gift spooning me.” AJ laughed.

But Tyson could see something was amiss, the laugh and the eye crinkles she normally sported while smiling weren’t matching up. He sighed.

“Something’s been up with you the last two weeks or so. You going to tell me?”

AJ hated the fact that she was an open book to Tyson. Or maybe she didn’t hate that. She loved the fact that he was the only one that managed to pick up on her vibe being off, or at least called her out on it at some point.

It was AJ’s turn to sigh. So much for playing it cool.

“I don’t want to talk about this, especially when it’s still your birthday,” AJ quickly changed the subject. “How is the family?”

“They’re good, but you’re not getting out of this original conversation. What is wrong? You know you can tell me anything.”

She swallowed hard before thinking about how to even word what was on her mind. “You remember the conversations we had like a month ago… about the trade rumors? I… I’m just not feeling good about this. The deadline is coming up fast and… I…”

AJ stopped herself before she started crying. What most everyone around her had no idea about was that she was trying to keep the worried thoughts pushed down, but it got to the point where they’d bubble to the surface and panic attacks set in. Even just the night before, before AJ left for the game, she threw up from making herself worry. She knew it wasn’t healthy. And even then, AJ would kick herself and tell herself she was being stupid about this - it was Tyson’s job, and as he said, “part of the business.” But then more negative thoughts crept in, like “what if he moves, and finds someone else? Someone blonde, size 0… all the things I’m not but he wants.”

Being a video call, there was no hiding the emotions brewing behind AJ’s thinly veiled facade.

“Damn it, I wish I could hold you right now.”

AJ huffed out a chuckle.

Tyson didn’t take offense to it. He knew one of her mantras had always been “it’s better to laugh than it is to cry.” He could see AJ not making “eye contact” with him, and it was making him wince a little too.

“I mean it baby, I should have just dragged you here with me. If you take one thing away from this phone call tonight, please know that if I go somewhere else, that changes nothing between you and I. If I had my choice, you’d just move with me. I know it’s only been five months, but… you’re one of the best things I’ve got in my life.”

Tyson had never admitted his feelings were that intense. They always had said that he would hope she would come along but never wanted to push that - if Denver was home, they’d just make it work. But this time, he came forward with his feelings. AJ could see Tyson’s eyes were glassy through her tiny phone screen.

AJ let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding, and the tears started falling silently. “Damn it, I wish I was there so you could hold me. I don’t even know what to say right now, Tyson.”

Both of them laughed, wiping their eyes. They sat in silence for a few moments, letting it sink in. AJ was still processing the words Tyson told her, hitting just how much he cared for her. The beauty in this was that Tyson was not expecting to a) tell her that, but even better was that b) he wasn’t expecting anything in return. He played his hand, and knew it probably was a lot to digest, considering he wasn’t even quite ready to say that. But his heart was, so he didn’t even give his brain a chance to intervene. The payoff was seeing the dark cloud that was shading the woman on his phone screen was lifting, metaphorically at least. The smile that broke through when she wiped her eyes again made it all worth it to him.

He was the one to break the silence though.

“And yeah, I am a little jealous of Maple. Don’t be making moves on my lady, Maple. Wait, is that my shirt? First he’s trying to steal my woman, and now he’s also wearing my clothes?!”

AJ laughed, and the eye crinkles returned, even if her cheeks were still damp.

Tyson’s heart was bursting seeing this.

Unfortunately having to go back to work the next day, AJ had to be the one to say she needed to head to bed soon. The two did the stereotypical “NO YOU HANG UP” business, and they finally did after telling each other to have sweet dreams, and how much they loved each other.

AJ pulled Maple’s arms around her, and curled up into the sheets.

Tyson pulled one of AJ’s hoodies from his bag, and put it on before hopping into bed himself.

Tuesday was much like most first days back at work after a few days off - lots of fumbling around and finding your groove. AJ was working on a few laptops, and got a text from Tyson nearing her morning break time - he was waking up and getting some breakfast before morning skate at the arena.

Tyson: Hope you’re having a good one (kissing emoji) Hope work goes fast!

AJ: Rough morning, but getting better. Lunch can’t get here fast enough. Talk to you after the game?

Tyson: you know it.

AJ: (heart emoji)

It wouldn’t even be two hours later until that nagging feeling AJ was having proved to be a gut feeling coming to fruition. Sitting there eating her lunch and watching some Tiktoks that Jess had sent, suddenly AJ’s phone was blowing up.

Mel: Are you okay?

AJ: What are you e…

AJ didn’t even get to finish her text when three more came in, one from Jess, one from another friend, and then Tyson’s name flashed on her notifications.

Tyson: Baby, call me when you can ASAP.

That feeling of needing to throw up hit like a ton of bricks.

Mel: If you need to talk, you know I’m here.

Jess: HOLY FUCK

Kennedy: AJ I am so sorry

Nate: What the hell is going on? Do you know anything?

All AJ could glean from the constant influx of texts and DMs is that Tyson had been traded… to Minnesota. The enemy. (Well, one of.)

AJ’s hands shook as she tried to call Tyson per his request. Unfortunately it went straight to voicemail. She tried again, and the same thing happened. All she could think was that he was making a lot of phone calls, and fast. And probably was getting thrashed with calls too.

Thankfully a few moments later Tyson’s image appeared on her phone’s caller ID. She was barely able to slide the icon to answer.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I can’t talk long but… I’m at the airport heading to Minnesota. I feel awful, this… this isn’t supposed to be happening like this.” Tyson’s shaky words were met with the sound of sniffles on the other end of the line. “I… fuck. What I said last night… I meant it. Just… just promise me you and I are going to make this work. I barely got out of the hotel and the guys were getting on the bus to head to the arena and Joe called me and told me what happened… I didn’t even get to say bye to the guys.”

AJ’s voice wavered, “I promise… just… just call when you can. Have you talked to your mom?”

“Yeah, a few moments. Fuck, I gotta go, the plane is taking off. Can I call tonight? I promise you too. I just… we…”

“We’re going to make this work.” AJ could hear the fear of the unknown in Tyson’s voice. She tried to put on her own brave voice. “We got this. Just need to unravel it all and figure it all out. I promise… I promise.”

AJ could see Tyson nodding on the phone in her head. She could hear him audibly swallow.

“Part of the business,” he whispered, more to himself than to AJ. “Talk tonight when I find out what the hell is going on.”

“Yep. Love you.”

Tyson found a little bit of familiarity to ground himself with. “Text you when I land. Love you.”

As soon as the call ended, all hell broke loose emotionally with AJ. She packed up her lunch, and actually sat in her car for the last 20 minutes of lunch and straight up bawled. How could something that the two of them talked about and made it out like it was no big deal suddenly change everything? And if this is how she was handling it, truly, how was Tyson handling it?

Unfortunately with lunch over, all AJ could do was go back inside and try to focus on fixing things and closing tickets. Doubly unfortunately, with every new text and DM notification, it was just a reminder of how things got really fucked up really fast. Sure, they both promised each other, but those fears of not being good enough and him finding someone else wherever he might end up came roaring back. Work would be a distraction for a few moments, but then the tears would be fighting their way to the surface.

The WAG group texts were exploding with words of encouragement and reaching out with individual texts. Guys from the team were texting to find out what happened, why Tyson just flat out didn’t get on the bus without saying anything.

Although it wasn’t her story to tell, she told what little she knew - Tyson was traded to Minnesota, and it was tearing him up that he didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye or anything. With the Avs playing that night, it wasn’t like Tyson could call everyone and say what he needed to.

Jess offered up dinner at her place, but honestly AJ just wanted to be alone. Which is exactly the opposite of what she truly wanted, but there were a lot of feelings on her side she needed to work through. And a hell of a lot of messages to respond to.

And then one more unexpected text came in that AJ really wasn’t prepared for.

Laura Jost: Hey hon, you doing okay? Let me know if you need to talk. (heart emoji), Mom

Afternoon break finally happened, and AJ took a few minutes to text back and forth with Laura. While this was the first big trade Tyson had ever been through, his mom was being strong for everyone. She was the one that dropped him off at UND. She was there when he left UND and went to Colorado to play for the Eagles. And the Avalanche. If anyone knows the feeling of dealing with the unknown, it was Laura.

Laura was being the rock that AJ needed, saying so many things that soothed her. In a funny turn of events though, Laura had to ask AJ for a favor as well.

Tyson literally was stuck in Minnesota, with the travel suit he was wearing, a tee shirt, pair of shorts, and flipflops… and three pairs of underwear because AJ instilled in him this weird fear about getting stuck somewhere without a couple extra pairs of underwear. And one of AJ’s hoodies. (In fact, AJ was a little mad, that was one of her favorites.) However this was not a good match for the weather in St. Paul in March.

The plan was that Laura was going to fly out to Denver to pack up a few things Tyson was requesting. AJ was going to go over later that week to get a few things ready for him, and then Laura was going to fly to the Twin Cities to deliver it all. AJ agreed to help as much as she could. With break over though, AJ had to get back to work, but promised to keep in touch with Laura through this to get logistics all figured out.

Finally home for the evening, AJ sat on her sofa, lost for a bit. She didn’t even realize an hour had passed when her phone started buzzing in her pocket - thankfully not more texts she had to respond to, no offense to everyone checking in, but it was mentally exhausting. Instead, a head full of curls filled her screen before they disappeared as Tyson lifted his head up.

AJ just smirked, seeing the neckline of a hoodie that definitely wasn’t Tyson’s burgundy one he tended to live in if he wasn’t in someone else’s.

“Seriously, is that my Wizard World hoodie?”

All Tyson could do was look down and chuckle as he realized it was. “Sorry babe… I had it with me and… well, it’s the warmest thing other than my suit jacket I have.”

Taking the initiative, AJ addressed the elephant in the room.

“What the fuck happened?”

Thankfully Tyson had a fairly long flight halfway across the country to process everything. He still didn’t have a lot of details, other than he had a good talk with Sakic, and then an even longer talk with Guerin. All of those things that Tyson had wanted two years prior… a chance to actually grow his game… was happening. Tyson harbored no hard feelings with the Avalanche organization (although AJ sure did, but more on that in a bit). He was in a position where he was going to play with some top talent, but not a team that was so top heavy that his ice time was going to be sub 10 minutes. The idea was to help him develop his game in areas he was never given the opportunity to.

Tyson talked for what seemed like an hour endlessly, but that makes sense - his world just got flipped upside down and he was also using this as a way to talk out what was going on. But it finally occurred to him that AJ was just nodding and listening.

He wished he could somehow convince her to take him up on his offer he gave not 24 hours earlier - that she could just move there with him. To him, it seemed like a no-brainer - they were constantly at each other’s places every night lately anyway. And following the conversation he had with his grandpa back in February, it felt like the right pieces were falling into place. AJ wouldn’t have to have a job right away, and if he had his way, at all, but he knew she’d be stubborn and still want to work. It was something he could make happen for her, either way. But it was going to be her call.

Tyson’s mind and mouth finally slowed down enough to realize he should ask how AJ was holding up. He could see how puffy her eyes were. He hated seeing it just a week and a half prior in the hallway before he was whisked off to the dentist for a long night of oral surgeries. He hated seeing it now.

“It’s been a day. But you said it… part of the business. I had to get through work this afternoon… amazing how many friends I realized I had…” AJ gave a small smile, “lots of messages I probably still need to respond to. Jess offered to have me over tonight, but… I needed some time to breathe. Probably like you. Where even are you at? Did they put you up somewhere?”

The conversation flowed, with AJ finding out that Tyson was at a hotel a few blocks from the arena and the practice facility - Tyson moved his phone around showing his new “home” for the foreseeable future. It looked like an extended stay place, complete with a little kitchen, tiny living room that led into a bedroom and a bathroom. He explained he had dinner with a couple of people from the front office to talk more about everything. In fact, he was expected to be in the lineup the next night.

This put AJ in a conundrum.

Who was she supposed to cheer for? The Avalanche had been her team forever - through the Stanley Cup wins early on, to the low points where they were absolutely awful… and then the last few years even if they would have a 2nd round exit for the last three years.

But Tyson, the man that stole her heart… was now going to be wearing a jersey that he would have issues seeing the colors properly of. It made her question a lot of things.

“I can’t say I’ll be cheering for your team but I’ll certainly be cheering for you, babe.”

Tyson couldn’t help but laugh. The two talked more, and AJ could see the sheer exhaustion overtaking Tyson. He mentioned his mom coming to pick up some of his stuff, but she didn’t tell him that she was already in cahoots with her.

“You know you’re in the land of Target HQ, right? Go buy some damn warm clothes until your Denver-wear arrives! Alright, I need you to get some sleep, you have a game tomorrow night. Text me tomorrow if you get a chance? I know you’ve probably got all sorts of media engagements and practice with your new team…”

Tyson looked at her with confusion, he hadn’t told her anything about his schedule yet.

“Mel told me a few things of what I could probably expect.”

“I’m glad you’ve got people looking out for you there still even if you’re not one of them anymore.”

“Doesn’t make them instant enemies. At least not until a couple weeks when you guys play us. Er, them. Fuck. I don’t even know what side I am on anymore!”

It was this very moment Tyson knew that AJ was trying to figure out sides, and that meant she was contemplating at least splitting loyalties to teams between hers and his own. This also meant she was not giving up on him, which gave him a sigh of relief.

Sleep wasn’t much of a thing for AJ, but she wasn’t going to keep Tyson up late, especially now that he was an hour ahead of her. Instead she let him get to sleep - he was used to sleeping in hotels, so this was no different. But her night was mainly spent texting Jess… and she started the grieving process and was flying through the different stages in record time.

Tiredness setting in, clearly AJ was pretty sad to start with. Then the texts turned to anger, with her recounting Tyson’s story about how his development chances were taken away by the Avs top brass - while it was nice that they had that much faith in him to pull him from the Eagles so soon, he never got the opportunity to really tune his game up before moving onto the Avs in a more permanent fashion. Tyson had made peace with that, especially now that he was getting almost a second chance with the Wild. And finally the texts came to a close with admitting she was going to cheer for him. It was just going to be a difficult decision when it comes to COL vs MIN games.

Acceptance.

AJ literally went through most of the stages in one night. That has to be a record. However an incredible weight was lifted from her. The heavy anxiety was gone. The big scary thing that she was worried about happening… did. But as of right now… things were like an extended roadie. All that bottled up emotion that made it hard to breathe at times was gone.

She also realized in all of these texts, Jess wasn’t responding. She apologized in one more text about the whole thing, and promptly fell asleep after being emotionally drained via text.

Spotify blared something from AJ’s rock playlist, waking her up to get ready for work, and two texts were in her inbox.

Jess: I am so sorry, I fell asleep last night after the game and all those feelings are valid! And it’s okay to cheer for him! That’s your man!

Tyson: Morning from St. Paul. Miss your bedhead, Eggo. (heart emoji)

#Tyson Jost #Tyson Jost x OFC #TysonTuesday #Play It Cool #Josty

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bionic-togruta · 27 days

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"And I Pray that Our Stars Aren't Crossed" Ch. 12

Masterlist

Star Wars Masterlist

Lab Rats/Mighty Med/Elite Force Masterlist

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Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars; Lab Rats: Elite Force

Pairings: Ahsoka Tano x Chase Davenport

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Chapter 12

Just when he feels he’s in control that assurance is torn from his grip.

He bites the inside of his cheek so hard it bleeds, the taste of copper overwhelming ever other sense, dulling for a moment his anxious frustration.

Isn’t it ironic that the man who once gave such a long speech about understanding what it’s like to be overlooked, kicked around, would become someone who constantly tore him down?

His phone buzzes. He picks up. “Hello.”

Ahsoka’s voice comes from the other end. “Bo-Katan can’t make the rendezvouz.”

“What happened?”

“Not sure. She just muttered something in mando’a about imperial bastards. We’re postponing till five days from now.”

Chase eyes the small intruder strutting about Mission Command. “Alright. Just keep me updated.”

At least that gives him more time to deal with this ridiculous situation.

It’s only later that he realizes if he weren’t trying so hard not to think about certain things, he wouldn’t have left himself so vulnerable; he wouldn’t be in this position.

The toolbox slams into his stomach with such force he feels suddenly nauseous.

“Douglas, what’s going on?” he asks, panicked.

“When AJ hacked into your chip, he must have triggered a glitch. Your magnetism app is going haywire!”

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She can sense his anxiety well before she enters the hyper lift. She’s not entirely surprised. Douglas had returned only this morning.

Whatever she’s expecting, it isn’t this.

Chase stands in the middle of Mission Command with tools and appliances stuck to his body.

“What the kark is going on?” Ahsoka asks.

“Chase’s magnestism app is glitching. It’s attracting every metal object to his body and it’s only getting stronger,” Douglas explains, and she can hear the fear growing in his voice.

“What do you mean? How much stronger can it get?” And she feels her own emotions beginning to heighten.

The cyber desk begins to shake, and the trembling grows to include every wall.

“That much stronger,” Douglas replies. “This entire room is reinforced with steel, we need to get Chase upstairs.

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By the time the hyper lift doors open, she can hear the sound her heart pounding in her chest.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Kaz asks.

“And who’s the kid?” Bree interjects.

“AJ, Lives downstairs, tapped into Chase’s chip and now his magnetism app is glitching and causing everything made of metal to fly towards him. Tragic, but hysterical.”

Chase turns to look at him.

“Or maybe just hysterical,” Kaz laughs.

Ahsoka clenches her jaw. “Douglas needs to find a way to fix the glitch…

“And in the meantime, I need you all to use your powers to protect Chase from all the heavy objects,” Douglas finishes, eyeing a toaster as it flies off the table, only stopped by Ahsoka catching it in mid air.

“Yeah, we can’t really do that.”

“Why not!” Douglas protests as Ahsoka narrows her eyes.

“Well, you see we’re having this contest. Guys versus girls, who can go longest without using their powers for trivial things…” Kaz explains.

“Clearly my life is not a trivial thing!” Chase yells.

“Are we sure?” Bree jokes.

“I think we should take a vote,” replies Oliver.

And Ahsoka can’t stand it.

She sends the toaster off the edge of the balcony with the force. Dropping her hands by her side as other metal objects in the room begin to quiver. “Are you being fucking serious right now?” she growls.

And she can see in their eyes that they can all sense the shift in power that’s come over the air.

There’s a statue and a half a dozen things that come flying all at once. They stop, hovering in the air just a foot from her and Chase, and they crumple like foil.

There’s a rumbling as more things come sailing through the air. She’s ignited her lightsaber now, increasing many items upon her blade, and trying to repel the rest with the force.

She turns to Douglas, who’s standing with his mouth agape. She sends a fork whizzing past his ear. “Fix this,” she demands, and that seems to span him from his trance.

“Alright,” he says “I need someone to get Chase’s capsule. If we can get him inside, that should recalibrate his chip and fix the glitch.”

The other team members seem to have come to their senses. Oliver and Bree rush upstairs to retrieve his capsule while Kaz and Skylar aid in protecting Chase.

Ahsoka’s movements seem almost demonic as she tries to keep up a barrier around Chase.

It’s not quite enough.

She barely even registers that something got past her, doesn’t begin to worry until she hears him hiss, turns around momentarily to realize he’s managed to move one arm enough to clutch at his side.

He’s wrapped a hand around the hilt of a kitchen knife that’s buried in his abdomen.

Later, Kaz and Skylar will say the first thing they heard was the breaking of glass, and then of being knocked off their feet and landing face first on the floor. They’ll say they only heard the rest of the destruction.

She doesn’t realize the force of the power she’s released. She doesn’t realize she’s shattered every window and torn through the walls, sending every object near out of the building.

She’s only focused on the amount of blood that’s soaking the floor.

They haven’t noticed. Douglas and Oliver place Chase in his capsule so quickly they don’t have a chance to. They don’t register what’s wrong until the metal objects fall away and he slumps against the wall of his capsule.

She doesn’t give them time to figure out what to do. She’s already kneeling by his side, placing a hand over the wound and pouring what strength she has left into him. She hears Douglas yelling just over her shoulder, but the words are blurred. She drowns them out, focusing on drawing the tissues back together, of replenishing the blood lost in those few minutes.

When she’s finished, she leans back on her heels, slightly dizzy , a headache forming just above her eyes. She turns to see Douglas standing behind her, expression on of shock. “You…”

“I healed him,” she finishes, and realizes how cold her voice sounds when Bree flinches at her tone.

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He looks up to see her standing in the doorway, rapping a knuckle on the open door.

“Come in,” he says, and a small smile flickers over his features.

“How are you feeling?” Ahsoka asks, her voice soft.

“Fine, thanks to you,” he responds. “I only came up here to avoid the others,” he admits. “What about you?”

“A five hour nap later and the headache’s gone,” she replies.

“Good, and thank you.” He smiles. “You’ve saved my life once again.”

“Well, I had to even it out after that sniper on Mandalore,” she reasons, coming farther into the room. “You know,” she begins, shifting the topic, “I was thinking we could leave early for Raxtuvin. There’s a planet I wanted to stop by on the way and…and I think it’d be nice to get some distance from here for awhile.”

“I can be packed and have the ship ready in two hours,” Chase replies readily, and in the back of his mind the words he’d been trying to suppress all day come flooding back.

When are you going to stop running away when you need to feel free? How will you ever break your chains if you don’t allow your family to see who you really are?

Don’t you want to feel their fear when they make you hurt?

And he can still see the way Maul’s face seemed so sincere as he tore through all of Chase’s darkest desires.

#chase davenport x ahsoka tano #chase x ahsoka #ahsoka tano x chase davenport #ahsoka x chase #and i pray that our stars aren't crossed

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colorful-horses · 3 years

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centaurs (collectors edition)

#fluttershy #rainbow dash #pinkie pie #applejack #twilight sparkle #rarity #MLP #MLP:FiM #My Little Pony #my little pony friendship is magic #my art #centaur series #includes several quality of life changes #overhauled rainbows bg #changed the pegasi's eyes art style to be more consistent with the rest #fixed ajs jaw #lessened some highlights and shadows here and there #changed the earth ponies metal colors to bronze instead of silver #etc

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I absolutely love your fics!!! Thank you for sharing your talent with the world. If you're interested, do you think you could write a fic where Finn gets injured in a game against Tampa? O'Hara brothers ftw ♥️♥️♥️

Ohohohoho yes. It's 'missing your big brother so you write siblings' hours, and all of you are trapped in here with me. Combined with prompts for cubs hurt comfort/ poly love (@hi-im-phoenix) and distraction hurt/ comfort for AJ. Sorry about your manager <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bone inJuries

The crowd was roaring. Finn couldn’t catch his breath. His arm was on fire.

Something like a sob broke free in his chest, but he could do little more than hiccup in pain and fear from his place laying flat on his back atop the unforgiving ice. He couldn’t move his fingers. His elbow throbbed. Everything in between just hurt.

“—fuck is wrong with you?” an angry voice shouted, followed by a flash of blue and white shoving at the man whose late hit had left him suspended in shock. Finn didn’t know if it had been on purpose, but he didn’t really care anymore as a tear tracked down to his ear. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the bright lights overhead.

A hand cradled one side of his jaw, warm and clammy on his cold skin. “Talk to me, mon amour, what’s wrong?”

“Lo,” he croaked, swallowing hard. “I’m okay. ‘m okay, promise. I’m okay.”

“Out of my way!” The blue and white blob pushed closer before kneeling next to him. A helmet hit the ice, followed by a glove; heavy hands settled on his shoulders, and the one on his face disappeared. “Finn? Finn, look at me.”

Finn’s chest hitched once, twice, hard. His head was pounding, and everything hurt. He may have been able to reassure Logan, but he had never been able to hide from his brother. “Alex.”

“Hey, buddy,” he soothed as Finn finally regained enough breath to gasp around his tears. “No, no, shhh. You’re gonna be just fine, yeah? Can you tell me what happened?”

“Hurts,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut. The pain had reached his shoulder and every movement was agony. “It hurts, it hurts—Alex, it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

He could hear people calling for medics. His friends, his family. But Alex stayed right there next to him, holding his good hand and brushing his tears away. “My arm,” Finn said, feeling as pathetic as he ever had. “Alex, it hurts so bad.”

“Can you wiggle your fingers for me?” Finn sobbed again as he shook his head and saw the encouraging smile slide of Alex’s face. “That’s alright, buddy, just take some deep breaths.”

“I don’t wanna be out,” Finn blubbered. “I gotta play.”

Alex gave his hand a light squeeze. “It’s not that bad, Fish. Deep breaths.”

He managed a handful—and admittedly felt a little better—but the alarms in his head were still blaring when Remus arrived with the medic, all but carrying him across the ice to get to Finn. He had a smudge of a bruise beneath his eye, but the worry creasing his brow overtook anything else. “I’m good, Loops,” Finn panted as the medic sat next to him. “Totally cool.”

“28, I’m going to need you to make some room,” the medic ordered. Fear spiked in Finn’s heart when he met Alex’s gaze, but he found only determination looking back.

“I’m not leaving,” Alex said simply.

The medic glanced down. “Can you stand?”

“I think so?” Finn said hesitantly, trying to get cool air back into his lungs. “It’s—I think I broke my arm. Everything else is okay.”

“What’s your pain level?”

“Eight. And a half,” he added. Alex frowned.

“Let’s get you off this ice, yeah?” The medic patted him gently on the shoulder. “O’Hara, can you get him up?”

“Keep that one close,” Alex murmured, sliding his arm under Finn’s shoulders. He clenched his teeth around a cry of pain as his bad arm was jostled, but Alex was strong and steady, and within a few seconds he was on his feet. “Easy does it, bud. I’ve got you.”

“Fucking shit,” Finn wheezed as he tried to close his hand. The fear and adrenaline had faded, but involuntary tears sprang to his eyes anyway. Alex held him upright without faltering despite his wobbly legs; they made it to the bench in a blur of movement that made Finn dizzy.

“We can take him from here,” the medic said to Alex.

“I’ll be fine,” Finn said, cutting him off just as he opened his mouth. “Go play. Your boys need you.”

Alex pressed his lips together in obvious frustration, but tapped their helmets together and skated back to his own bench. Finn let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “O’Hara?”

“I’m good,” he assured the medic.

“If you feel like you need to throw up, let me know.”

“No. No, I’m good. Just hurts.”

He caught a glimpse of the clock as they headed down the tunnel—ten minutes left in the period. Finn steeled himself for a long stretch of being alone in a medical room and tried to focus on something over than the unbearable heat and throbbing in his arm.

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Leo traced the edge of the splint with a deep-set frown, but said nothing. His other thumb ran in gentle lines up and down Finn’s waist, kept there by Logan’s side pressing close. “You’re sure you’re alright?” Logan asked softly as he placed a kiss on the corner of Finn’s mouth.

“I promise.” They had barely traded ten words—both had shown up the second the game ended, stripping off their pads and skates in the entrance to the medical room before sandwiching Finn between them. Leo had been unusually quiet. They had won the game; from what Finn saw on the television in the corner of the room, Alex had reamed out the guy that hit Finn with a vengeance. Tampa had been disjointed, and the Lions swept in as a cohesive pack, out for blood.

“I was worried about you,” Leo said at last, resting his temple on Finn’s shoulder. He sighed, then shifted impossibly closer. “Couldn’t get through the crowd.”

“I thought Talker and Loops were gonna kill that guy after he hit you,” Logan said with a shake of his head. “Looks like Alex did it for him.”

“What, you didn’t get into your shining armor for me?” Finn teased, nuzzling his nose against Logan’s cheek to draw even a slight smile from him.

“Maybe next time.”

“No,” Leo mumbled, linking his fingers with Finn’s purple ones and lifting them to his lips for a brief kiss. It was a clean break, but would still take weeks to heal. Big blue eyes landed on him, melting his heart like they always did. “No ‘next times’, okay?”

“Aw, Knutty,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. He wrapped one arm around each of them and held them tight, soaking in the feeling of having both crushed against him. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Logan tucked his face into Finn’s neck. “Nothing to be sorry for, mon rouge. We’re just glad you’re alright.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice said from the door. Alex shifted his weight back and forth, twisting his baseball cap in his hands like he always did when he was nervous. Finn didn’t hesitate before extracting himself from the cuddle pile and crossing the room; Alex met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. A shudder ran through him under Finn’s palms. “Jesus, Finn, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Finn mumbled into his hoodie, letting himself be cocooned by distilled safety. Even out of his skates, Alex had a good two inches on him, and he had always been the broader of the two—Finn suddenly felt about six years old, as if he had just skinned his knee on the sidewalk.

“What’s the diagnosis?”

“Closed break, clean fracture. I’ll be out for a month or two.” He stepped back and swiped a hand under his nose, then tilted his head toward Leo and Logan with a wry smile. “But I’ve got these two to look after me.”

Alex scanned his face for a moment; his mouth dipped on one side. “I called mom and dad, told ‘em you’re okay. You should tell them yourself, though. They were freaking out.”

“I will,” Finn promised.

The worry creasing his brow didn’t diminish as he wrapped Finn in his arms again, holding him tight. “Keep me updated, yeah? If I don’t hear from you, I’ll get the captain on your ass, and he won’t be as nice about it as I will.”

“Deal.”

“Knutty, Lo, drive safe. If he tries to pull some stupid shit, I’m counting on your survival skills to stop it.”

“Survival skills?” Leo half-laughed.

Alex pulled away and raised his eyebrows. “They don’t call me Hurricane O’Hara for nothing.”

His eyes flickered back to Finn, who was horrified to see slight redness around the rims despite the teasing in his voice. “Alex,” he said softly. “I’m okay, I swear.”

“I know.” His voice was gruff, but it poorly hid a sniffle as he bumped their foreheads together. “But I’m your brother. It’s my job to worry about you. I hate that one of my guys was at fault here.”

Finn tried for a smile, socking him on the arm. “Six weeks, and I’ll be good as new.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” With a final survey of his face and a kiss to the top of his head, Alex headed back out into the hall with his shoulders up near his ears. Finn sighed; he hated it when Alex was upset, and even more when there was nothing he could do to fix it except wait. He didn’t know what he’d do if one of his teammates broke his brother.

“Fish?” Leo was smiling when he turned around. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind?”

“The kind where I pull out all the sob story pity points on Cap’s soft heart and get us babysitting privileges for his incredibly fluffy dog after three months of constant begging.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Make sure you look extra sad when we leave,” Logan advised. “We can’t lose this opportunity because you were too perky about a broken arm.”

“Quick, someone make me cry.”

Leo’s grin turned to horror. “What?”

“No!” Logan said at the same time.

“You guys are killing me here,” Finn groaned. “Just, like, hit me in the arm or something.”

“No!” they shouted in unison.

“You said I need to look sad!”

“I meant pout and sigh!” Logan pulled him over by the hem of his shirt in clear distress. “You’ve already cried too much tonight. No more.”

“Alright,” Finn agreed, already wracking his brain for any smidgen of drama skills he might have acquired over the years. Younger siblings were always the best actors, of course—he had given some Oscar-worthy performances to his mom when Alex got on his nerves as a kid—but Sirius was tough to fool. Maybe if he stayed quiet and didn’t risk opening his mouth they would get away with it.

Leo let out a slow exhale against his chest and snuggled closer before standing. “Come on, darlin,” he said with a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “Let’s get you settled. We’ll take a shower, have some dinner, and then we can put a movie on.”

“Mighty Ducks?” Finn asked hopefully.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

#finn ohara #logan tremblay #alex ohara #leo knut #oknutzy #cubs #hurt/comfort #sweater weather #vaincre #my fic #fanfic #brothers #broken bones

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mayfieldss · 3 years

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Hi there!!

I’m so sorry if this is super long and confusing but I had a dream like this and I’m so shit at writing but I would love for this to be a fic idea!

So the reader and Bucky are in a secret relationship.

His memories are highjacked (somehow) and the good memories have to fight bad ones and whichever ones win is how he’ll wake up.

The team/shield hook him up to a machine so they can watch the memories too and keep an eye on him and all the bad memories are of Hydra but the good ones are of Steve/Sam/Sarah and the kids and then of the reader laughing and maybe his POV of kissing her or having sex.

Reader is embarrassed since she is exposed and so is their relationship but everyone had a feeling he was is love with her and then he wakes up looking for her and it’s super fluffy and cute!

I really hope you love it as much as I do! 💕💕💕

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Hi! I absolutely loved this idea and I tried my best to write it for you and do it justice. I know it's not the best and It might not be exactly what you had in mind but I tried. I'm sorry it took so long to write! 💕🌻

Memories - Bucky Barnes

Buckyxfemreader

Warnings: mentions of death, torture, implied sex

"Just let me in the damn door!" You punched at the guards chests trying to push past them. You just needed to get through that door and you would be with him. You knew he needed you and you wanted to know what happened. You needed answers and needed to know that Bucky was okay. He meant the world to you and the love you shared was stronger than any super serum could make it.

Not that anybody knew.

You had kept your relationship private, separate from everything and everyone else in your lives. The both of you had always thought people had so much control over the choices you made in your pasts, Bucky more so than anyone could ever say, and you didn't want anybody interfering in your relationship.

It had been a choice the both of you had made willingly, knowing the risks. It was something the both of you wanted and you didn't want anyone trying to change what you had together.

The guards refused to let you anywhere near the room claiming 'it's classified and dangerous inside'

"Just let me see him!" You threw a punch at the first guard, your fist colliding with his jaw, causing him to stumble backward. The second guard had no hesitation in pulling out his taser, holding it up for you to see as some kind of warning. "I need you to calm down Miss". You shook your head clenching your fists. You were willing to fight a whole army just to set foot in that room and you weren't planning on 'calming down' any time soon unless they let you in. You took a step forward and the guard tensed, the both of you ready to pounce.

"Hey she's with me". The voice of Sam alerted both you and the guard, taking your attention away from the intense encounter. Sam Wilson had been one of your greatest friends for years and as he placed a hand on your shoulder the guards moved aside. You didn't wait for Sam once the way was clear. You rushed forward and pushed the door open, practically throwing yourself inside.

The first thing you saw was Bucky. Strapped to a chair with wires attached to his head and body. He looked asleep though you knew it was more than that. The wires stretched out to pieces of technology, monitors and computers. Some measured his vitals and others held images almost like movies were playing on the screens.

"What the hell are you doing to him?" You shouted to no one in particular as heads turned toward you. People in suits, sheild uniforms and lab coats sat at different areas of the room, the variety of authority wild and mixed. "I'm sorry but you can not see the patient right now Miss" a women spoke from somewhere in the room and you turned to the voice to see her, clipboard in hand as she began to approach you. You balled your hands into fists again. "The patient? His name is James Buchanan Barnes and I will see him when I want to!".

The clipboard lady looked taken aback as though she had never had someone refuse her before and more workers, sheild agents and doctors alike began to move forward. You could feel Sams presence behind you and as he came up to your side you could see him wave the people back. The way they listened to him was remarkable. Your eyes rested on Bucky again as your anger turned to worry and fear. You took small yet fast paced steps toward him resting a hand on his arm.

"What happened to him?".

Nobody answered and an uncomfortable silence filled the room. You could feel every pair of eyes on you but still nobody spoke. "I said what happened!"

There was a sound, somebody clearing their throat and a voice came shortly after. "Hydra got to him".

You snapped your head toward the speaker "What?"

"We don't know how or who but they did something to his mind. His memories, they are in some kind of- war".

You couldn't speak and your eyes flicked to the screens showing images and videos "Are these-?"

"His memories, yes".

You were brought into silence again as you watched. The screens showed Steve and Bucky walking through the streets of Brooklyn, Bucky with an arm over Steve's shoulders. There were wide smiles on both of their faces and they were talking, voices not heard. The memories flicked from Sam holding the shield to Bucky playing with AJ and Cass. And then a simple memory of you. You were laughing a wide smile on your face. You couldn't remember what was so funny but as you watched you saw how happy you had been and for a moment forgot how bad the situation was. Then the screen flickered harsher, images flashing until the screens settled again on another memory. You covered your mouth with your hands as if that would hold back the wave of panic that consumed you. The screen showed Bucky tied down to a chair, the image through his eyes as he looked at his reflection in the metal door in front of him. Screams erupted from his mouth, agonizingly loud. The memory had sound this time and you wished it hadn't. The pain in his cries as his body convulsed, the reflection showing his head held between a metal contraption that dug into his skin. It seemed as though he was being electrocuted and you realized you were witnessing a punishment or experiment of Hydra that Bucky had had to endure. His screams seemed to echo through the room and you looked to Buckys body to see him shaking like he did when a nightmare would haunt his sleep. You remembered all those times you'd had to wake him from his sleep to stop his fear and a tear fell from your cheek as you realized you couldn't wake him from this. You felt your heart wrench in your chest, Sams arms wrapping around you, knowing without words how much it hurt for the both of you to see Bucky like this.

You usually tried to hide how much you cared for Bucky, the two of you only sharing the occasional smile or hand held under a table whilst others were around as to keep your relationship concealed. But this was too much to bare and you couldn't hide how much this scared you.

"Make it stop!" You didn't know what else to say. You were helpless, unable to fix the pain that Bucky was feeling. A few doctors eyed the monitors taking notes but none of them did anything to stop the memories, causing anger to rise in you again. How could they just sit and watch as a man writhed in pain right in front of them as if they were simply watching Netflix?

"What's happening?!" Buckys screams still hung in the air attempting to cover your voice and you wished the memory would change. The man who had spoken to you before stepped up, a solemn look taking over his features.

"Like I said, his memories are at war. The good memories are fighting the bad. From what we can figure, whichever memories are stronger- whichever memories win, will determine the person Mr. Barnes will be when he wakes".

"Who he will be?" You couldn't understand barley able to process the doctors words.

The doctor nodded "The winter solider or James Barnes".

Silence took over you again at his words. The screams stopped and you looked toward the screens hoping against all hope another one of Hydras memories would not appear. The memory had in fact changed and it took you a moment to focus on what was playing on the screen. It was the day you had first kissed Bucky.

As you watched the memory play out it looked so different through his eyes. Your face filled with heat as you remembered the others in the room watching this too and you looked to Buckys body to see he was no longer shaking. He looked peaceful and asleep once again but little did he know, your secret was out. "It wasn't a surprise" Sams voice whispered in your ear calming your nerves slightly as everyone in the room eyed you. The screen flickered again and a different kind of panic rose in you. Embarrassment covering every inch of your being as another memory played. A memory of you and Bucky in bed. It had been a beautiful night, one of your favorites together and obviously one of Buckys too. It was personal and full of pleasure and it was now being broadcast for everyone in the room to see. Including Sam. It was heartwarming to think that these memories of you were important to Bucky but you winced at the fact your life behind closed doors was currently being displayed in front shield. They would probably save this data too. Your body was on almost every screen and monitor, and you cursed Buckys memories and point of veiw of that night for making sure every part of you was shown and seen. Soon the screen flickered and you hated yourself for feeling a small ounce of relief as another one of Buckys memories from Hydra began to play. This one was brutal. Images of the Winter solider murdering men and women. You could hardly look as Buckys body shook again, covered in sweat. All your embarrassment was lost as his face contorted in fear. That memory played for awhile, bloodshed filling the monitors. The longer the memory played the more worried you became that Bucky would be lost to the Winter solider when he awoke. You thought this would be the final memory to play and you braced yourself for the reality that would be. Then the memory changed.

It was of your face. An image through Buckys eyes. You looked beautiful, almost like an angel and as you began to recall what memory it was, you remembered you had never looked like that. You'd been a mess that day in one of Buckys tshirts and sweats. It occurred to you then as you watched the screens that this was how he saw you. Every memory of you that had been shown, whether you were battered and brusied, naked, all your flaws exposed or had tears streaming down your face, you had looked beautiful nomatter what. Your heart ached for him more then than it ever had before.

The monitors went black causing panic to course through your veins and a loud gasp came from where Bucky was stationed. You turned your head to see Bucky awake and tugging at the wires connected to him, ripping them off. Doctors and agents ran forward, some with guns raised, unsure whether it was in fact Bucky or the winter solider. You knew who it was. The eyes gave it away. He was your Bucky and nothing more.

"Where is she?" Bucky voice rang out through the room.

"Mr. Barnes-" someone started though they never finished.

"No, no, no where is she? Where is she?"

"Who Mr. Barnes?"

"Y/n y/l/n. where is she?".

The doctors were moving aside and at first you thought it was of their own accord until you saw Bucky forcing his way through them. When you locked eyes it was like the whole world stopped and you could feel the rush of tears falling fast down your cheeks as Bucky moved toward you. Once close enough he pressed a kiss to your lips in an instant, pulling you close. He didn't care that there were people around. He just did it, needing you and your comfort more than anything in that moment. You could taste the salt of tears on your lips as you pulled away unsure whether they were yours or Buckys. You let out a small sob as his eyes met yours again. "I'm so glad you're okay".

Bucky just nodded hugging you tight before looking around.

"I guess our secret's out".

You laughed softly turning his head back to face you "you have no idea".

AN: I really hope I did okay with this 🌻

TAGLIST: @characters-deserve-better @posteyymaloney @agentsofsheilds @ladyfallonavenger @buckys2thicc

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samwilsonsbabymama · 3 years

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Late Nights

Pairing: Gray!Sam Wilson x Black Reader x Gray!Bucky Barnes (18+)

Summary: You meet Sam and Bucky on different days, but it seems as though they already know you.

Warnings: dub-con, maybe non-con, stalking, fingering,

Word Count: > 3,000

A/N: didn't I say I was done with gray!fics??? lol I wrote this one based off of @mariahthelioness29 's prompt (I can't find it lol). I hope yall like it. Big thanks to @megapeacelovemusic-blog for beta-ing this for me! I really appreciate it!!!

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You walked up and down the aisles of the nearly empty store without a care in the world, as you checked off items on your list. Late-night grocery shopping was one of your favorite pastimes, especially when you couldn’t sleep.

You reached for the last item on your list, but just as your fingers brushed it, it was ripped from the shelf. You hadn’t noticed anyone else in the aisle you were in, so to say you were surprised was an understatement.

“I’m sorry,” the stranger said. “I didn’t see you there.”

You looked up at the stranger and froze; you had never seen a more handsome man before. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a sandy brown button-up over a fitted, reddish-brown shirt. Your eyes continued to slowly drag over his form, taking in his dark brown skin and plump lips. Your gaze lingered on the scar under his left eye for a second too long before you finally reached his twinkling brown eyes.

He cleared his throat, clearly amused that you had been checking him out.

“Hmm?” you asked, as you shook yourself from your ogling.

“I said,” he began, “‘I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.’”

“No,” you chuckled. “I should have been paying more attention.”

He smiled, and you could have sworn you felt the earth shift. The way his face lit up when he smiled at you made your heart rate speed up. Never before had a smile made you want to drop to your knees as fast as this one did.

He tilted the package towards you. “Here, take it. I have some at home.”

“Are you sure?” you asked as you reached out and took hold of the box.

“Yeah,” he replied as you put the food into your cart. “Are you new in town? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, well kinda,” you began, “I moved here about a year ago, I kinda keep to myself.”

The man chuckled softly. “I can understand that.” he stuck his hand out, “I’m Sam, I grew up here.” He waited for you to take his hand and when you did, he brought it up to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

Your jaw dropped when you felt his soft lips on your skin. You swallowed and choked out your name.

“Y/n,” he repeated when he pulled away and released your hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” you panted.

“Look,” Sam said before he licked his lips. “I know we just met, but something is telling me that I’m going to regret this if I don’t do it, so here goes. My sister Sarah is having a fish fry and I was wondering if you would like to come?”

You beamed at him. “Absolutely.” you reached for your phone and handed it to him after you unlocked it. “Here, drop call your phone and text me the details later.”

Sam took your phone and you smiled when you heard his ringtone.

“Great,” he smiled once more. “I’ll let you get back to your shopping and text you later, Y/n.”

You continued your shopping with a smile on your face after he walked away. Your elated mood carried you throughout the rest of your shopping trip.

The following day, after you had gotten some sleep, Sam texted you. The same feeling you had when you talked to him the night before resurfaced the moment you saw his name.

Hey, Y/n, it’s Sam. Here’s the info for the fish fry.

Hi, Sam! Thanks! I can’t wait.

A few minutes passed. You wanted to keep talking to him, but you couldn’t think of anything clever to say, so you sent the first thing that came to mind.

So, do you always shop so late at night?

Yeah, I like the quiet. Fewer people. What about you?

Either late at night or early in the morning for the same reasons.

This might be a little too forward, but next time we could go together.

That would be fun! I’ll let you know the next time I have to go on a late-night grocery run.

You two continued to talk throughout the day while you ran a few errands, and with each message, your excitement for the weekend grew. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were with finding such a catch. You were distracted by a text from Sam when you ran smack into a brick wall, or what you thought was a brick wall. You watched as your phone fell to the ground in slow motion and you cringed at the thought. But your phone never hit the ground, a gloved hand reached down and grabbed it just before it hit the ground.

“Thank you so much!” you cried as you reached for your phone.

“No worries, sweetheart,” a deep voice drawled.

Your heart lurched at his voice and your legs clenched. Once your phone was safely in your hands, you took a step back and bit your lip as you once again found yourself taking in the form of an attractive man.

This man reminded you of Sam because they had a similar build: thick thighs, broad shoulders, strong arms, and dazzling smile. But that’s where the similarities ended. The blue-eyed man in front of you wore a pair of dark wash jeans with a gray shirt underneath a leather jacket. He only wore one glove which made you quirk your eyebrow during your perusal but you didn’t say anything.

When your eyes landed back on his, his smile got bigger. “I’m Bucky,” he said.

“Y/n,” you said and smiled back at him. “I’m so sorry for running into you. I should have been paying attention.”

Bucky shook his head and laughed, “It’s all good, love. It’s not every day a beautiful girl falls into my arms.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “I wouldn’t say all that,” you mumbled.

Bucky snorted. “I’ve been here for months and you, Miss Y/n, are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thank you Bucky. Well, as nice as this is, I must get going. It was nice to meet you!” you gave him a small wave and began to walk away.

A few days passed, and you were getting ready to head over to the docks. You didn’t know the area well, so the night before, you had made a trip over so that you knew where you were going. The trip seemed easy enough so you weren’t too worried about getting lost.

As you were getting dressed, your stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of seeing Sam once again. You two had been texting and video chatting every day but you couldn’t wait to be in his presence again. You’d thought about Bucky as well, and part of you had wished that you had given him your number, but you weren’t too sad about it.

After checking yourself in the mirror once again, you headed out of the door and made your way to the docks. You found the gathering quickly, but you hesitated before you got out of your car. You sent Sam a quick text letting him know that you made it before you stepped out of your car.

You looked around at the faces on the docks and smiled as you greeted those around you. You always felt relaxed when you spent time around your people. You didn’t have to hide or pretend to be someone that you weren’t.

“There you are!” a familiar voice caught your attention and before you knew it Sam had pulled you into a hug.

When he embraced you, the scent of his cologne filled your nose and you relaxed into his arms. You inhaled deeply and sighed as Sam squeezed you tighter. You felt him bury his nose into your curls while you embraced. After a few moments, you both pulled away.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized.

“No worries.”

“Here, let me introduce you to everyone,” Sam said before he took hold of your hand and pulled you through the crowd. He introduced you to almost everyone in town, some people you’d already met but others you hadn’t had the opportunity to.

“And here’s my sister, Sarah, and my nephews, Cass and AJ,” Sam said and you waved.

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” you said and stuck your hand out for a handshake.

“Nope, we hug around here,” Sarah said just before she pulled you in for a hug.

You could hear Sam laughing beside you.

“We’re just waiting for the cake to get here,” Sarah said when she pulled back. “But the food is done so feel free to fix yourself a plate.”

You nodded your head before she walked away.

“Could I interest you in a drink?” you heard Sam say from beside you.

You nodded your head once again, “Water please.”

Sam chuckled. “Why don’t you go fix your plate while I get you something to drink.”

You watched Sam walk away before you started fixing your plate. You made sure to grab your favorite foods before you found a place to sit. You had already started eating when Sam returned with your drink.

“We didn’t have any water bottles left, so I hope lemonade is okay.” He handed you a cup, and you smiled at him as he took a seat next to you.

Conversation between you two flowed easily and you were having a good time talking to him and Sarah. Sam kept you laughing and entertained while you ate. You were listening to Sam tell a story when there was a commotion at the end of the docks. You watched as Cass and AJ sprinted from their spots at the table and weaved through the crowd. You looked over at Sam in question, but he was already standing and smiling at the newcomer.

“Hey, Y/n, I want you to meet someone,” Sam said as he outstretched his hand toward you. He pulled you out of your seat the moment your hand was in his and before you knew it, you two were weaving through the crowd once again.

Sam dropped your hand the moment you reached your destination and you peeked over his shoulder to see Cass and AJ play fighting with someone holding a cake. You laughed as the man dramatically dodged the young boys’ fists before setting the cake on the nearest table. You stayed put when Sam walked over to the newcomer with a huge smile on his face. Your stomach dropped to your knees when he took off his sunglasses.

“Bucky?” you whispered in disbelief. What were the chances that the two men you’d been dreaming about knew each other? Not only that, what were the chances that they were friends? And close friends at that. You stayed rooted in your spot as you watch the two men in front of you embrace each other. Your eyes darted around to find an escape but luck wasn’t on your side.

As you said his name, Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he froze. Sam noticed the shift in his stance and pulled back from him and followed his gaze. Sam pulled Bucky over to you with a smile on his face.

“Bucky, I’d like you to meet-”

“Y/n.” Bucky finished for him.

Sam paused and looked between the two of you, “Am I missing something?”

Bucky spoke first. “You remember that beautiful girl I told you about?”

Sam nodded before realization flashed in his eyes. “Well damn, Buck,” Sam chuckled and clapped Bucky on his back.

“Wait, what?” you asked. To say you were confused would be an understatement but the two ignored you.

The rest of the evening found you sandwiched between Bucky and Sam, and one of them was touching you at all times. Sam would caress your leg, or Bucky would twirl one of your braids. Sam would lean in close to whisper something in your ear while Bucky rubbed your back. Your senses were heightened and you were slightly overwhelmed. You needed to breathe.

You were glad when Sarah came over and distracted the two men for a second. It allowed you the chance to slip away, and you rushed into the nearest bathroom. It was small, but just the right size for you to hide in.

You stared at yourself in the mirror and caught your breath. Your head was still spinning when you heard a knock at the door. You waited a few seconds before you called out that you’d be right out, but the person on the other side didn’t listen. Before you knew it, Bucky was pushing himself into the small room and locking the door.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he said before crashing his lips against yours. You easily melted into his kiss, but a small part in the back of your brain caused you to pull back.

“Wait, Bucky,” you moaned. You felt his hand slip under your clothes.

“There’s no ‘wait'. I’ve waited long enough,” Bucky growled as he pushed two fingers inside of you.

You were floating. The feeling of Bucky's fingers inside of you felt like heaven. Your eye rolled to the back of your head as he fingered you. He used his other hand to prop your leg up onto the toilet so that he could fuck you deeper.

“Fucking following you around for months hoping that you’d notice me,” he growled into your neck as his fingers picked up speed. “Notice us. And then you go and notice Sam first? You let him win? Fuck you’re gripping me. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”

Your head began to swim as you caught onto his words.

“What?” you mumbled out. “You’ve been following me?”

“We both have,” he corrected you. “Sam’s been following you longer, ever since you moved here.”

You tried to push him off of you but the hold he had on you kept him rooted right where he was. His fingers began to move impossibly faster as he chuckled.

“I know you wanna cum, baby girl, don’t you?” Bucky grunted.

You shook your head but your breath hitched in your throat. You could feel your orgasm approaching. This was completely wrong but it felt so good.

“Cum on my fingers, baby, I know you can,” Bucky urged and with a few more strokes of his fingers, you came with a silent scream.

You felt Bucky remove his fingers from inside of you, and you watched as he stuck them in his mouth.

“Since you noticed Sam first,” Bucky said as he helped you right your clothes. “He gets to fuck this pretty pussy first, but I just needed a taste. Something to hold me over.” Bucky brushed back your hair and cupped your face with his hands before he kissed you again, deeper than the first time. The kiss lasted for a few minutes before he finally pulled away and he was gone before you could say anything else.

When you came to your senses, you looked at yourself in the mirror. “What the fuck?” you whispered. You needed to get out. You needed to get back home without anyone noticing. When you exited the bathroom, you were thankful that no one was around as you made your way to your car. But that thankfulness was short-lived when you spotted Sam standing at your drivers’ door.

You could see the smirk on his face from where you stood. You began to back away, but your progress was halted when you ran into a solid form.

“Do you think you’re getting away from us now that we’ve got you?” Bucky whispered from behind you. “I told you, we’ve waited too long to let you slip away, baby girl.” Bucky gently pushed you forward until you reached Sam. You refused to look in his eyes, something he found funny.

“I had imagined this going differently, y/n,” Sam said as he hooked his finger under your chin. “But as Bucky said, we’ve waited long enough.” Sam gripped the back of your neck and pressed his lips to yours and forced his tongue into your mouth. His lips were as soft as you had imagined and you were excited to feel them all over your body.

No. No, this was wrong. You didn’t want this. Or did you? Hadn’t this been what you had been dreaming about? Being taken by Sam and Bucky? Hadn’t you dreamed this actual scenario many times? Why would you deny what the Universe was gifting you?

Finally giving in, you threw your arms around Sam’s neck and allowed him to lift you up around his waist. He carried you away from your car and away from the dock. When you pulled away from his lips to catch your breath, you looked around and noticed you were heading towards his truck.

You watched as Bucky let down the back of Sam’s truck and hopped onto the bed before reaching out to you and helping you in. Sam followed the two of you, and he waited as you got comfortable. He had taken care to cover the cold metal with a thick comforter and some pillows.

“You ready for this dick, y/n?” Sam asked and you nodded your head.

“Y/n?” he called your name again.

“Y/n?” he said louder and he shook you this time.

Your eyes snapped open, and you tried catching your breath. You looked around the room and your gaze landed on the man who plagued your dreams.

“Sam,” you whispered once you calmed down.

“Another nightmare?” he asked as he pulled you on top of him.

You shook your head. “No, not this time. This one was different. It felt different. Real almost but I know it didn’t happen.” you couldn’t explain the feeling you had. It felt so real, you could feel everything, but you know Sam would never treat you like that.

Sam held you as you laid on top of him. His hands stroking your back trying to calm you down. When your breath finally deepened, and he was convinced that you were asleep, he reached for his phone and dialed out.

“Hey,” Sam spoke into the phone. “She’s starting to remember. I’m going to need something stronger.”

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stathen · 3 years

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SamBucky & how it started because they’re my comfort ship

I feel like they both had some sort of feelings for each other before TFATWS. The feelings were incredibly minuscule; something they could suppress easily. For instance, Sam saw Bucky on the bridge in TWS and was like ‘he’s kinda fine’, but that was easy to ignore. Bucky kept an eye on Sam during the fight in Civil War and was sort of maybe checking him out a little and admiring his moves. But the feelings never really grew into something real.

Until Bucky comes to help fix the Wilson’s boat. He sees that Sam’s struggling with something? He dives in to help. Sam needs a screwdriver or a crowbar? Bucky’s there with the tool in his hand.

Later on in the day, AJ and Cass come over to see the boat so far. Bucky does the honours of taking the boys on the grand tour while Sam’s painting. Then, for a split second, Sam looks up to see Bucky laughing at a joke his nephews have told him. Boom. Feelings - actual ones - resurface and hit Sam like a truck. The two make eye contact for a moment, Sam allowing himself to smile back. Bucky can’t help but to admit that he loves that smile more than anything. He loves Sam more than anything.

They’re both incredibly frustrated at first, wondering why it was them out of all people, and then stealing short glances at one another and all the doubts went away.

When they eventually do confess, it begins in a subtle way. Of course, it snowballs within seconds.

Sam loves to sing. He does not care who’s around. He’ll start singing to a song in the street if he recognises it.

He’s singing in the kitchen while Bucky lies on the sofa after staying the night again. Bucky’s always loved Sam’s singing. It’s sweet and soothing. And whilst he’s thinking this, he accidentally says out loud: ‘god, I love your singing.’

The house is empty besides the two of them, so Sam hears. They both freeze.

‘You just said you like my singing.’ Sam grins.

‘No I didn’t.’

‘No, you didn’t. You said you loved it.’

‘Shut up.’ - a very flustered Bucky.

‘Make me.’ It’s meant as banter. It’s something they say often to agitate the other. Not today.

The house goes quiet. Bucky stares at Sam for a long time. His eyes soften a little. He stops clenching his jaw. At the same time, Sam’s cockiness disappears. It’s been a few months since that day on the boat, and they’ve been pining ever since. Now - maybe - it’s time to act on whatever they’ve been feeling.

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfawts #sam x bucky #sambucky #captain america #winter solider #sambucky headcanons #marvel

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firstelevens · 2 years

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sam and sarah, 25 :')

25. standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

“...and I know Bucky fought alongside them in New York last month, but he said he felt one of them reach into his mind, Sarah, and now we’re serving them sweet tea in the backyard, like nothing’s gonna-”

Sam’s gestures have been getting broader over the course of his ‘why we should send the teleporter and his friend who makes light knives home ASAP’ speech, and an exasperated Sarah finally grabs his hands in hers, stilling them as she brings them down to rest between them.

“Sam,” she says firmly, holding his gaze until his fighting posture falls away. “They’re kids, Sam. I know you see that.”

He seems to sag a little. “They have powers, Sarah. I don’t know if Vibranium holds up against lightsabers and teleporting, but this isn’t the way I want to find out.”

Sarah huffs a sigh. “You won’t have to,” she says. “That’s what I’ve been saying. They won’t hurt us.”

“But how can you know that?”

“Because they didn’t last time.”

The way that Sam’s jaw drops would be funny were it not for the lecture Sarah can sense coming. “When you say ‘last time’, what you mean is-”

“What I mean is that two teenagers showed up in town and started asking questions, and somehow right after that, the corporate sharks who were sniffing around trying to buy out all the landowners up and disappeared, so I thought the least I could do was invite them over for a real meal.”

“You couldn’t have given them some tupperware and been done?” Sam asks, and she fixes him with that steady, chiding look that’s pure Paul Wilson. He relents.

Sarah squeezes Sam’s hands before letting go. “I made a judgment call,” she says, “a lot like my brother did when he let two Avengers into his house after barely talking to them for five minutes and then risked his life for them three hours later.”

“You can’t keep using that to win arguments, Sarah!” Sam calls after her, as she grabs a platter off the counter and heads outside.

He stays where he is for a moment, watches from the kitchen window as Tandy creates tiny orbs of light and flicks her fingers, sending them up and out to dance around AJ and Cass. Behind them, even Bucky looks a little mesmerized.

It’s fine, Sam decides, as he picks up a bowl of cantaloupe to carry outside. If he does get taken out by two college students and their smoke-and-lights show, at least it’ll be with the knowledge that they were fed a good home-cooked meal first.

#the Wilsons are about to enfold Ty and Tandy into their chaotic superhero circle and that's that #zainab does ask meme things #touch prompts #philtstone #my fic

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missorgana · 3 years

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words hung above, but never would form

pairing: bucky barnes/sam wilson

fandom: mcu, what if...?

rating: mature

word count: 3500

warning: swearing, alcohol, major character death, blood, guns

summary: What might've happened after the zombie apocalypse broke out, before the last team of heroes was formed, and how Bucky Barnes lost Sam Wilson. (pre-canon fic to what if... zombies!?)

(a few days ago i posted this very painful angst fic i thought of after the zombies episode of what if...? so here i am dropping it on tumblr as well!! i apologise, please know that it broke my heart to write this. uhm. that’s all!)

read on ao3

It’s been three months since they lost Steve.

Well, since the world lost most of the Avengers, really. And since the world lost most of its, uh, regular people anyway.

It’s a dark world full of shit and blood and brains out there now, yet Bucky’s taking his cold shower in the morning and cannot bring himself to care much. Sounds harsh, he knows.

He knew nothing of this new world and new time except his best friend, so of fucking course, Steve being… not Steve made him feel like there was no fucking point to anything. If the Avengers couldn’t beat this zombie virus? Yeah, there’s no hope for humanity anymore.

Except… except the man who greets him in the morning, handing him a plate of pancakes without even asking if he wanted some and pinning yet another red pin on their vastly growing map of ghost towns. Those are fully infected spots, by the way. Nothing left but the undead. The map is turning overwhelmingly red overwhelmingly fast.

The man hovering at said map also hands him his coffee, puts on one of the records from their LP stash, and smiles his sunny, stupid grin before ruffling Bucky’s hair and telling him he missed a spot.

Yeah, the world’s become even more of a dog eat dog world than before.

But Bucky Barnes’ got Sam Wilson. And nothing else matters.

It’s ironic really, that when he’s gotten out of cryo, that he’s finally rid of the Hydra programming and torture and pain he’s endured for years, and at the same time, someone somewhere got bitten and humanity’s become a walking all you can eat buffet. Perfect timing.

Of course, Steve’s never fled from a fight in his life, so honestly? Bucky can’t exactly say he’s surprised. He is- sorry, was an Avenger after all. The little shit.

What does surprise him, however, is finding himself growing closer to Sam, Steve’s friend who for some reason, somehow, was just as intent on finding him as Steve was. And… helping him. Saving him.

Bucky never understood why. He still doesn’t. He hates himself for everything they made him do, he’ll probably continue hating himself for as long as he lives, no matter how much he tries to suppress it, but Sam doesn’t.

Sam fought for him, fought with him, visited him in Wakanda and took him back to a somewhat normal life before… you know. Now they’ve found a safehouse after losing everyone they had, except each other, and they’ve zombie-proofed to the best of their ability.

And life with Sam, well, Bucky could get used to it. In fact, he gets used to it very quickly.

Sam smiles so easily at him and doesn’t look at him like he’s a broken man who needs to be fixed. Sam doesn’t look at him with resentment, or pity, he just… looks at him.

It’s hard to explain.

Thing is, nothing makes sense. The violence that keeps on going and going doesn’t make sense, Bucky losing his best friend in the world doesn’t make sense, the streets being abandoned and houses vacant and survival being a constant factor in life now doesn’t make sense.

But the man he’s hiding out with makes sense. He makes so much sense. The only thing that makes sense anymore.

His existence is constant, he’s there for him when he lets him and when he doesn’t, he gives him space. The shorter man is as if the sun was living and breathing, and himself, well, he’s the moon. He’s just trying to stay in Sam's orbit.

Chasing after him. Circulating. Bashing in everything he’s willing to give him.

The scruffy beard he’s let grow, and him humming to himself while he’s working on Redwing, and the wheezing, carefree laugh he can’t stop when Bucky suggests they watch a zombie movie one night. He tells Sam not to overwork himself and he promises not to, and the other man tells him to let him know what’s going on in his head, and hell, Bucky tells him. He tells him everything.

In fact, it’s the same night they do watch a zombie movie, frequently pointing out the inaccuracies and turning it into a drinking game with the terrible, terrible booze they swiped from the supermarket, that he looks at the short haired man dozing off on his shoulder and realises that this is the most peace he’s ever had.

It’s basically an apocalypse outside, but Bucky can’t get himself to look away from Sam’s eyelashes fluttering lightly as he slips off to sleep.

Their legs are tangled into each other on the coffee table, the microwave popcorn long abandoned, one of his friend’s hands resting on his thigh.

His beard scratches his shoulder, but he doesn’t mind. Sam has asked him if he should shave it several times, but God no, never. That beard’s been doing a lot of things to him - all good, of course.

He turns down the volume a bit. Sam looks peaceful. He hasn’t been sleeping much, he knows neither of them have, and where’s the time for it, anyway? He’s glad he is now.

Bucky can’t get himself to move, fearing waking the short haired man from his slumber, and for a minute, the outside world is far, far away from their reality.

Sam looks incredibly soft in that ripped sweater and sweatpants and the snore he lets out is no less than adorable.

It’s like- he looks at this man, and suddenly it’s like everything just falls back into place.

He looks soft in the morning over breakfast and hazy eyes, soft in the evening when he says goodnight, soft when he’s clutching the photos of his nephews (AJ and Cass were their names, he’s learned), soft when he’s retelling a memory with his parents on the family boat, soft when they both muse about Steve and his dumb shenanigans.

He looks something entirely different when he’s shirtless out of the shower and tiny droplets still fall down his chest and abs and Bucky struggles to breathe, every damn time. He only realises now why that is.

Sam is like a sunset, because Bucky wants nothing more than to wake up to this man and nothing else every day, till the end of time. What more could he wish for?

He’s beautiful. Bucky doesn’t think he’s called anyone, or anything beautiful before.

Looking back, he can’t see anymore how they could argue and bicker and annoy each other, and doesn't understand why. He’s wasted so much fucking time doing that. Not anymore. He could never go back to that, it would most likely kill him. Steve would be thrilled if he could see them now, wouldn't he?

And while this realization dawns upon him, washing over him like the biggest wave you could possibly imagine, he wonders if Sam feels the same when he looks at him.

Does he feel safe falling asleep on his shoulder like this? Does he find everlasting comfort in his smile like he does in his, does he wake up hoping and praying to see his smile, just once? Does he do everything he can think of to make him look at him, like he tries every single day?

He can only dream.

Huh. So this is what it’s like to be in love. Bucky doesn’t hate it.

It’s only a month after his life-changing realization of the sort that couldn't make him concentrate on everything else, that Bucky decides today is the day. He’s going to confess his feelings for his friend.

And this is something in the middle of chaos, something he’s never experienced before. He’d never thought he’d practice his words in the mirror like a nervous teenager, but alas.

Sam Wilson, I’m in love with you. No. No, it’s too short. Think, James. What does he make you feel?

Sam, you’re the last thing I think about when I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up. Sam, I want to see you smile every day. Sam, I want to make you happy… as happy, as… happy as you make me.

Too long? Shit.

Sam, you’re the only good in this piece of shit world. I love you. Sam hates when he’s that pessimistic, though, and always tells him to cheer up, even in the middle of a zombie invasion. Another reason why he loves him.

Sam, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing I wouldn't do to see you happy. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.

His stream of thought is interrupted by faint clanging in the kitchen of their safehouse. Bucky sighs. He’s not sure this is going to be perfect, he wants it to be.

He has to go, he has to try. Now or never.

Except… the smile he’s come to anticipate every single morning isn’t there to meet him. Instead, he sees Sam suited up, wing pack on his back, gloves on, looking through one of their many folders they’ve filled up with theories of the infection and safe spots and danger zones and everything else.

Bucky frowns, looks at him in silence for a moment. Maybe he’ll try a joke, “Going somewhere?”

His friend hums without looking, “I’m going to catch Steve.”

Sorry, what? What the fuck?

Sam did not just say what he thinks he said. He didn’t. He couldn’t have.

This is why he blinks in disbelief, for the first time rendered speechless by the other man. Sam looks up at him, face glazed over by determination and confusion by his own reaction, most like. Then, worry overtakes his usually warm, deep brown eyes, ones that he could drown himself in and never come out of.

“You okay, Bucky?” he asks, and Bucky clenches his jaw.

“You’re going to… catch him,” he says, a statement rather than a question. It’s Sam’s turn to frown, but he nods.

“Yes. Catch him and bring him back.”

“You’re joking,” he laughs in sheer denial, but the seriousness in his friend’s face is scaring him, “Sam… tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

Oh, this is just not happening. This world lets him fall in love with the most perfect person he knows and then lets that very same person be so fucking stupid?

Bucky can’t let him go. Bucky can’t lose him.

“What, then?” he asks, one hand on his hip, “Invite him over and let him eat our brains, just like that?”

“ Bucky. We’re going to catch him, and then we’ll cure him.”

He laughs, loudly. Okay, this is just hilarious. Sam Wilson is the most perfect person in this world exactly because of this- because he believes this world is still able to be saved. Because he believes it’s worth saving . Fucking hell.

“You found a cure you’re not telling me about?”

Sam sighs, scratching his chin, “Come on, Buck. I talked to Hope-”

“Who?”

“Hope Van Dyne. The Wasp,” the shorter man explains, “She lost her parents, and Scott Lang, remember?”

Bucky shrugs, but nods.

“Well, she’s been recruiting those of us who survived. Who’s left. And she thinks there might be a way to reverse the virus, her father brought it from the, uh… Quantum Realm.” Sam’s about to hand him one of the folders, but he crosses his arms, and shakes his head, then.

God, Bucky’s well aware how stubborn he is. Sam has told him plenty of times.

But he’ll be damned if he lets the man go just like that. He’s not letting him get hurt.

“That’s not happening,” he says shortly. His friend’s frown deepens.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re not going after that thing.”

The man turns to him completely, wide-eyed and shock written all over his features. “ That thing? ” he huffs, “That thing is our friend.”

“Not anymore, Sam. I’m not letting you get yourself killed by the undead.”

“He’s not dead,” Sam says. His voice raised. He looks- he doesn't look soft anymore. There’s no trace of that smile that gives Bucky shivers down his spine. He looks… upset. He’s upset. Fucking shit.

Why can’t he- fuck , can he not try to be a fucking hero right now? That’s why Steve’s gone. Why can’t he see that?

“You’re being irrational,” Bucky tells him, feeling the anger rise within him, this is not how it was supposed to go, stay with me-

“Oh, I’m being irrational?” Sam laughs, sarcasm evident in his voice, “There might be a cure. We might get Steve back, Buck. And I can take care of myself, you know.”

“I know, but-”

“But, what?” he sighs, again. The irritation is flowing between them, Bucky’s freaking out, and above all, Sam looks… he looks disappointed.

This is the worst he’s felt in his whole fucking life. He can’t disappoint the only person that matters to him. Yet he did.

“What if Hope’s wrong, Sam? It’s pointless, most of the population’s infected anyway, it would take forever to get everyone-”

“You’ve got that little faith in me?”

No. No no no. Sam, no. I love you. I love you so much it pains me to see you like this, I never meant to hurt you, I didn’t-

“We’ve lost too many, Sam!” he finds himself yelling, none of the words scrambled in his brain making it out. He’s the most stupid of them, obviously, not that he wasn’t aware. “I know you believe these people can be saved, and your hope is incredible, but can you please… not go?”

“I’m an Avenger, Bucky. It’s what I do. It’s what Steve did.”

“It’s what got Steve turned.”

This seems to be something Sam has to ponder over, because a rather uncomfortable silence settles between them. His friend’s eyes soften somewhat, but his teeth are still gritted, as are his own. Would be inappropriate to confess his undying love to the other man now, wouldn’t it?

“I do believe they can be saved,” his friend eventually speaks up, “I believe that because I need to. I lost my parents, Sarah, Steve, Natasha. I have to try.”

See, that makes sense. Another reason why Bucky fucking loves him and wants to kiss his stupid fucking face and beg him not to go. But he doesn’t.

“It’s too risky, Sam, it’s not safe.”

“I told you, I can take care of myself.”

Bucky holds in a whine, embarrassing, desperate , “I know you can! You’re a fucking hero. You’re one of the best, Sam, you are. I wish I was that brave, I just-”

“Then why won’t you let me do this?” his friend asks in frustration, “Why won’t you let me try?”

I can’t lose you. “Because I lo-”

The words are interrupted by a loud bang. Sam closes his mouth immediately, tight-lipped. Bucky’s mouth hangs open, voice disappearing. Another bang. Then a moan reaches them from somewhere far away.

Their eyes widen in synchron as they look at each other, eye contact unwavering. They both know what that sound means.

Someone’s coming in. Someone not human.

Whatever’s found them, it’s on the roof, and it’s trying its hardest to get in, so Bucky’s got to shut his mind off and get ready.

Not only is he stupid enough to start a fight with Sam, they also get discovered by one of the zombies. Fan-fucking-tastic. They run to opposite ends of the safehouse, trying to locate exactly where the intruder’s at.

Bucky follows the sound into the hallway, past the bathroom, while Sam stays behind in the kitchen, machine gun pointed at the ceiling. He could not have picked a worse time to speak his feelings than today, could he? Well done, James.

And as if this day isn’t already bad enough, he can’t hear the groaning from the roof anymore.

“Sam!” he yells, because it doesn’t matter if the brain-eater hears them, “I lost it.”

“I hear them,” his friend yells back, prompting Bucky to make his way back, adrenaline pumping, feeling the sweat running down his back, “They’re on- Bucky! Buck-”

A crash. The biggest fucking crash he’s ever heard. Silence.

No.

“Sam?!”

“I’m here,” he hears the other man’s coughing, “It’s Steve. It’s Steve! Steve, hey, okay, now stay right there-”

Bucky’s officially panicking. This is not happening. It’s not .

He’s running so fast he stumbles over his own feet. At the same time, he feels as if he’s frozen on the spot. He’s not sure what’s real anymore.

“Sam, I’m coming-”

Sam screams . And Bucky’s heart is torn out of his chest and smashed onto the floor.

It’s the most earth shattering scream Bucky’s ever heard. It reaches him and goes inside every bone in his body and clouds his vision and makes him want to scream in anger. Sam. Sam. Sam. I need him. I need you.

Yet, when he reaches the living room, he sees nothing at first but rubble and smoke. The roof’s broken down. And in the middle of it, a figure is huddled over another lying on the floor, eerily still.

No. This isn’t real.

He might even convince himself he’s dreaming, he really might, because his vision is still clouded, and his teeth are still gritted so hard he bites the inside of his cheek, until the figure turns around and he’s met with a familiar face.

Steve Rogers.

But it isn’t his Steve, it could never be, because this Steve? This one’s a walking corpse. Sickly pale skin and blood between his teeth and red eyes looking back at Bucky with no memory or remorse. And on the floor-

On the floor… on the floor- He can’t be. He’s- Sam is- Sam .

“Sam,” is all Bucky can say, feeling like a broken record. His voice breaks, and the undead fucker in front of him doesn’t move an inch.

Sam is bitten. My Sam. I love you. I love you so fucking much and that’s why I didn’t want you to go, you perfect idiot, I love you-

He’s clutching the machine gun too hard, his knuckles are turning white, but he can’t do anything.

“That’s enough, Steve,” he finds himself addressing him. It doesn’t faze the thing in front of him, but that’s not surprising. It’s not his friend anymore, “Enough.”

Then a moan sounds, but it doesn’t come from Steve’s mouth. The figure on the floor rises, slowly. Sam Wilson. But he isn't his Sam anymore.

Sam looks at him. There’s nothing in his eyes, they’re empty. No warmth, no safety, not anymore.

He’s gone, but he can’t make himself believe it.

The thing that used to be his friend… the man he’s in love with, the man he wanted to spend every day with, every day for the rest of his life, if only he’d let him, that monster that’s destroyed the most beautiful soul on this shitty earth, hollowed him out and taken his body, that monster groans again.

Then, both figures move. The fuckers are moving in one direction, and that’s towards him.

They’re not fast, Bucky backs away, but his eyes are soon clouded by hot streams of tears running down his face. He can’t hold them back. He can’t control himself. He can’t control anything, not anymore.

So he raises his gun, “Sam,” he whispers, well aware no one’s going to respond, “Sam, I’m so sorry. This is my fault. This is all my-”

He squeezes his eyes shut, ready to fire all the ammo he’s got into his two undead friends, but he opens them again, looks back at them. They’re hungry. They’re still moving.

Bucky can’t breathe.

He wipes at his tears angrily, looking back and forth between those two dead fuckers and hovers his finger over the trigger, but he can’t… he can’t. He only realises in this second. He can’t shoot.

They’re not themselves anymore , he reminds himself. They’re gone.

But Sam’s warm voice full of peace and sunshine and lazy laughter and fleeting, shy touching of hands pops up in his head. That thing is our friend. He’s not dead. Those things are your best friend and the love of your life, James.

The zombies keep coming closer and Bucky bites his tongue.

“Shit.”

He lowers his gun, and because he doesn’t know what else to do, he knocks over the coffee table, then the TV, then the potted plant that Sam loves- loved so much, and runs as fast as he can, not looking back. He hears more crashes, the distraction hopefully successful, but doesn’t slow down.

Bucky escapes out the back door, jumps in the car and pushes the speeder.

Sam Wilson, I’m so in love with you, I can’t think about anything else. You’re the only one for me. I love you. And now you’re gone because of me. I didn’t get to tell you.

He doesn’t know what to do, or where he’s going, except- he needs to find Hope Van Dyne. He has to.

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bluebuckstallion · 3 years

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the sun will rise again - mlp fic p2

part one contents: aj and big mac are like. 13 and 15. big mac realizes she is a trans woman, and is guided by applejack, but there is much more to it than just that lol. its also a little hard for her. sappy, feel-good, tough internal conflict but overall happy fic. paragraph one is previewed here, the rest is below the cut! disclaimer: there is no transphobia in this fic lmao im not gonna write abt horse transphobia. this is a feel good. but cw for fear of outing (note: i am aware my blog makes posts a little hard to read bc of a glitch, i am trying to fix it at the moment, i apologize D: i rec reading it on tumblr mobile or highlighting the words as you read, im sorry!) paragraph one: The wind whispered lovingly, cooling little Big Mac and Applejack's drowsy heads. A time like this in a young pony's life can be very confusing, something the two of them had grown to be very familiar with. Applejack rested his backside against the trunk of one of his family's old apple trees, if they had no where else to take solace, at least they had the orchard and each other's company, he thought. It felt nice, having this little secret kept safe by somepony you knew would protect it, and who still cared about you just the same. "If nopony accepts us, at least we have each other. I don't care if it's just you and me, Big Mac, we'll be jus' fine." Applejack stated in a soft voice, breaking the silence. He was accepting of his circumstances, no matter how they turned out. As long as him and his sister ended up okay. And again, he was sure they would. Big Mac smiled and folded her hooves neatly, "Eeyup."

Applejack worked his fluffy hooves through Big Mac's mane, doing his absolute best to make the fine ginger hair into a braid. He wanted to do something nice for his sister, something to celebrate her bravery and courage in realizing - and telling - Applejack, and he wanted her to feel nice in her own body, even if she couldn't change much right now, or for a while. No matter how small the act, Big Mac was especially grateful. Nobody had ever treated her like this, on purpose at least, like she was a mare. And every chance Applejack could sieze he would do just that, remind her that was what, *who* she was. "So, Big Mac, what do you reckon I call you now?" With that her eyes widened, and her brows furrowed, it caught her off guard. "Like...my name? I didn't know I could change my name..." she let out, slightly confused, a tender hoof raising to her chin as she thought hard. "Yeah!" AJ beamed, not straying from his tedious work. Big Mac, still lying down, started shuffling her hooves again. "Well... I always thought if I were a girl my name would be something pretty, which I mean, I am a girl and all, but I don't feel very pretty ever," she admitted disheartened. "You're plenty pretty! You're an Apple! You wouldn't say Ma or Granny wasn't pretty, would you?" Applejack pointed out, gesturing absentmindedly in the air with his hooves, then promptly returning back to his work, being sure to keep a steady hoof. "Well... Nope." Big Mac blurted awkwardly, pursing her lips. "But-" she began. "No 'but's'!" Applejack interjected, "You're an Apple, and a dang pretty one!" Applejack closed his eyes and lifted his head proudly, putting his non-dominant hoof against his puffed chest, "Look at me, I'm an Apple and I'd say I'm awful handsome, just like Pa!" he said with an endearing foal-like passion and certainty. He chuckled, his cheeks growing slightly cherry as he let out a tiny chuckle, and got back to his work, about a quarter way down the locks. Big Mac grinned slightly, "I suppose," and tapped her hooves together shyly, playing with the grass falling between them. "You know, I always did think my mane was a little long for a stallion," she laughed playfully, diverting from the subject and trying to reassure herself. She went to touch her mane, and was swiftly batted away by Applejack's quick hoof, "Nuh-uh Big Mac, I'm workin' here. Don't go touchin' it now," he said sternly but still non-maliciously. He just wanted it to look perfect for his big sister, he wanted her to be proud, and feel as pretty as she could. Applejack wanted to know how it felt to look pretty, too, but in the way he'd always dreamed of. He wondered often if he'd ever get the blessing of such a wonderful feeling. "Applejack, do you ever wish you were born a colt?" Big mac asked genuinely, still a little unsure of what Applejack was feeling, but knowing there was solidarity in it somewhere, she just had to understand it a little more. "Well - not really," Applejack spat out, his eyes looking away from his busy hooves, and quickly darting back to them before he drifted off in fantasy. He thought about it for a second, and still felt strange. "I wasn't really born a filly or a colt... or anything, I think, I was just born me. And I wouldn't really have it any other way. Sure, I mean, maybe I'd like shorter hair or somethin', or a uh," he struggled to find the words in his young foal vocabulary, "maybe if my nose was a little more colt-ish I'd be happy. But I think I'm pretty happy with me now. I do hope when I'm older my voice is a little better, though. I can't really do much though," he sighed dismissively. He continued, "I don't ever really feel too bad about who I am... I think I just feel happy about who I am. When I see myself as not a colt and not a filly, just a foal, a pony, it makes me real happy-like. But, I don't get too sad unless people are real serious about calling me a filly. I do get sad sometimes though, when I look too much like a filly to other people..." As Applejack placed an orchard blossom in Big Mac's hair, tucked snug and safe behind her ear, a thought went through Big Mac's head. "Applejack!" she jumped up, the rush of movement startling him, who was so concentrated seconds prior. "Let's give you a haircut! It'll be like how you braided my hair for me, we can cut yours!" Applejack nervously rubbed his elbow, then raising his hoof lightly beneath his muzzle, and he began to sweat. "Well, I, what if Ma and Pa don't like it?" Big Mac thought hard as Applejack grimaced, "Well, we can hide it with one of Pa's hats, an' I'm sure they won't mind," she suggested happily. Applejack considered briefly, just for a moment, the downsides of it all. He then immediately turned them all away and smiled so hard his eyes shut, stomping his front hooves against the ground up and down, "Okay, let's do it Big Mac!" As they galloped back to the barn, Applejack had suddenly realized he was so surprised with how much Big Mac had been talking, she never seemed so excited to talk about anything, and he realized how much this all meant to her. It meant a lot to him, too. Especially that his sister was so supportive while still knowing so little, but in her defense, he didn't know much either. It was a very special feeling, he thought to himself, very pleased. They skidded to a halt clumsily as they reached the doors to the barn. Foal-ishly peeking through the front windows, they realized it was only Granny and baby Bloom home, their parents must be out. They looked at each other, grinning, and cantered to the back, sneaking inside through the back door. When they made it to the bathroom, Applejack noted Big Mac looked a little worn out, wearing a tired look on her face. She figured all this chattiness probably made her sister a little exhausted. He shot a reassuring patended Sibling glance at her telling her all she needed to know, not needing words. Big Mac let out a gentle smile. She helped her little brother reach the cabinet above the sink, reaching the scissors that were so high up it took them both working together to reach. Applejack had a slight doubt in his mind, his parents probably didn't want him touching the scissors by himself, did they? But he had his big sister with him, and it had to be done! Nopony else would, and only they understood. Applejack balanced shakily with two hooves on Big Mac's back, warily reaching one back hoof up onto the sink, as he balanced with his two front hooves against the edge of the cabinet. He grasped the scissors between his teeth, and brashly jumped down, just barely missing a potential accident, even though they both knew better than to jump around with scissors, they threw caution to the wind regardless. Applejack happily put his front hooves on the rim of the sink, tapping them and bopping his little head, he looked at his big sister, who began working at his hair. Big Mac chopped with a great lack of care, playfully snipping one strand then the next. Applejack beamed the whole time, simply happy to have it happen, plan or not. Big Mac frequently spun around him, balancing on three hooves and sometimes getting in so close that she held his face with one hoof, his hair with another, and cut with the scissors firm in her mouth. Applejack's body relaxed completely and was kicking and rearing with every cut, wiggling and happily holding his front hooves together and constantly swishing his head from side to side to check how it looked, one side fell to his muzzle, and the other to his chin. He smiled bigger than ever before. With the final snip, Big Mac dropped the scissors carelessly to the tile below. She gently grasped Applejack's chin and turned her sibling's head forward to face the mirror, and his mouth immediately fell agape, his jaw slack, and his eyes slowly widening with the purest joy there ever was. He cupped his hooves to his mouth, removing them, turning his head to the side, and then fixing himself and putting his hooves to his open mouth once again. He felt a soft tug in his throat and his chest, and he couldn't control the watering in his eyes, "Big Mac!!" his voice cracked. "Yes Applejack?" the filly said apprehensively, fearing that she had done something wrong. "Oh Big Mac, oh my gosh I love it so so much!!" He bucked and whinnied, spinning in circles, his once-flowing tail too short to trip over now, and the euphoria of it all was the most overwhelming emotion little Applejack had ever felt. The tugging became so immense he couldn't ignore it, and he acknowledged it by leaping onto Big Mac with a hearty hug, squeezing her tight as his little arms could, and he rubbed his muzzle into her neck. Big Mac politely pushed her hoof between her neck and AJ's hoof, making sure he didn't squeeze too tight, struggling slightly to breathe. This foal was definitely a strong one. "Thank you so much big sis!!! I feel so great!!" he neighed, stepping back, one hoof raised wiping his immense wave of tears. The feeling of euphoria shot through his body in a rush, showing itself in the form of a tiny but powerful hop, as he lifted his legs into the air and threw them around. Applejack rushed back to the mirror, urging Big Mac to come look as well, as she didn't quite see herself yet with her hair "done all proper-like." Big Mac's face became pale, as she felt the rush of a thousand different emotions. The paranoia became astounding again, what if she didn't like how she looked as a filly? What if she still didn't feel right? What if it wasn't - Her thoughts were abruptly cut short by Applejack tugging her over, knowing her sister just sometimes needed a push in the right direction. "Lookie Big Mac!!" he placed his arm cheerfully around her, wrapping it over her back. Big Mac's eyes were glued shut, and she only bashfully peeked one eye open because curiosity would've ate her alive otherwise, and deep down she knew she had to see herself eventually. She uncovered her hoof from her eye, and opened both of them slowly. Her mouth opened ever so slightly, and she wasn't even aware she had stopped breathing, her eyes fluttered up and down the braided locks, along with her heart, and her eyes landed on the blossom in her ear. She couldn't speak, her throat clogged up from such elation. She felt the choking once again, but it wasn't like before, this feeling was quite welcoming actually. It rushed from her throat up to her head, and took her breath away. The sobbing ebbed at her cheeks right away, and she turned to look at her brother. As they spoke with lack of words, they stared with inordinate graditude. As Big Mac smoothly turned back to the mirror, Applejack stomped all his hooves again, one after the other with no apparent order or care, shaking his head in a frenzy as his ears twitched and he smiled a mile wide. He finally felt *pretty.* Big Mac watched herself adoringly, for the first time ever, and felt this acceptance and understanding of herself coursing through her veins with a confidence she'd never had. She blushed, and her ears fell downward, a small smile creeping onto her face. "Applejack," she whispered softly, as if she were too worried the world would hear her secrets. Applejack peered closer with wide, curious eyes, "Yeah Big Mac?" he whispered back. "My name.." she mumbled. Applejack raised his eyebrows, captivated, as Big Mac slowly lifted her hoof to the blossom behind her ear. "Blossom?" Applejack stated inquisitively, before Big Mac could shake her head AJ corrected himself, "Orchard Blossom!" he exlaimed, leaning back and jumping in the air, "Oh big sis, that's so pretty!! I love it so much!!" Orchard Blossom nervously gestured for him to keep it down, as he was prone to being unaware of his volume control. Applejack embarassedly covered his mouth with a shy smile, "Oops, sorry big sis." he cleared his throat, "Orchard Blossom!!" he yell-whispered, the excitement shining through him, he stamped his tiny hooves and clapped them together in celebration. "That's so pretty, Orchard Blossom!" Applejack told her earnestly, loving the new name. "I don't think I want a new name, but I'm really happy ya found one you like!" "Orchard Blossom, Orchard Blossom, Orchard Blossom!" Applejack repeated, playfully prancing in circles, excited by the sight of his short tail, he spun even faster. "What's all that commotion in there? Applejack? Big Mac? Are ya in there?" they heard through the shut door, hoofsteps gradually approaching, painstakingly slow but steady. Both of them felt their hearts drop from their chest as they froze, unable to even fathom moving. How would they explain any of this? Applejack hurried to clean up desperately, brushing the hair together with his hooves, coldly sweating from his brow as he frantically hurried to remove any evidence. He stopped mid-sweep to quickly shove his father's hat on his head, which slumped immediately and blocked his vision. "Oh dangit Blossom, Pa's hat's too big! I can't see!!" Orchard Blossom was still unmoving, sheer panic stopping her very breaths. Applejack felt the tugging in his throat rise up again as he began whimpering.

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keanureevesisbae · 3 years

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eunoia - prologue

Summary: Sam is trying to adjust to a life post-Steve Rogers.

Sam Wilson x Quinn (Asian ofc)

Warnings: Some spoilers for Civil War, Inifinity War, Endgame and TFATWS

Wordcount: 2.2k

A/N: Did I just abandon my other wips to work on this one? Maybe. This story follows around 50% of TFATWS storyline, but it’s not identical. I honestly don’t know whether or not people are gonna like it, but if you do, please let me know 🥺Our boy Sam deserves all the fics 🥰

Masterlist // eunoia masterlist //

Not a day goes by that Sam doesn’t think about Quinn. It was at the Joint Terrorist Centre’s headquarters in Berlin when he first saw her on security camera’s. While Bucky was being interviewed, a different set of cameras showed another interrogation room. It was nearly identical to Bucky’s room, though the difference was that there a woman was strapped in a similar containment cell. They had found her earlier that day and according to some intel she was part of another Hydra program, though there was not much known about her yet.

With the reactivated Winter Soldier Program, Sam tried to capture Zemo, before the fugitive disappeared into the crowd. Together with Steve, they took Bucky into an abandoned building. While Bucky slowly regained consciousness and both Steve and Sam being distracted, no one noticed someone sneaking up behind them.

In a twinkling of an eye, both Steve and Sam were tied up with one rope, despite the two of them being on opposite sides of the room. With a certain focus, the petite woman marched up to Bucky, ready to do whatever was her task. As her fingers wrapped around his neck, tips digging in his neck, Bucky seemed to recognize her. A soft ‘hey’ from the Winter Soldier was enough to snap her out of it.

The rope stopped cutting into Sam’s skin, as the woman looked around her. She dropped the rope and she ran her hands through her long black locks. There was something about her that intrigued him. Her eyes darted from one side to the other, before they landed on him.

Sam didn’t know her that long, but he could see that there were a lot of undisclosed feelings. She was confused, maybe even a bit scared.

She introduced herself as Quinn, though adding the fact that she had no idea what her real name was and Quinn seemed fitting.

Just like Bucky, Quinn was also a target of Zero’s spree. She remembers Zemo breaking her out of the secret and deserted Hydra facility back in Munich, where she was put into cryogenic stasis. Zemo released her into the world, only for her to be caught within a few hours. She had no idea if that was Zemo’s intention, her getting caught that soon.

‘Just a few hours ago,’ Quinn explained, ‘there was this guy with black hair, questionable facial hair, who told me to catch a guy. It was a picture of you.’ She gestured towards Bucky, who tilted his head as his gaze softened.

‘You remember me?’ Bucky asked her.

She shrugs. ‘I don’t know,’ she whimpers. ‘I didn’t when he showed me the picture, but… There is something I sort of remember of you. You walked into the room, dressed in all black, looking visibly exhausted. You were in this other cell and looked at me and told me that it was all gonna be okay.’ Quinn let out a soft—yet meaningless—chuckle. ‘That’s not quite working out.’

Without any more painful questions, Steve suggested she came along and Sam and her actually fought alongside the rest on the airport, making sure Bucky and Steve were on that flight and just like the rest who stayed behind, they were imprisoned in the Raft.

Sam watched her, day in, day out. She was yet again strapped inside a containment cell within her cell, another counter measurement to make sure she was unable to escape. Sam saw how she kicked an entire van to the side on the airport, without breaking a sweat. It made him question whether or not she was just cooperating or if the restraints were really working.

Her petite frame was perfect for her to blend in the crowd, in contrast to Bucky, however strength wise, they were around the same level.

Speed wise, it was Quinn who had the upper hand there.

She simply sat in the cell, staring ahead of her. Sam wondered what happened inside her head, but when they made eye contact, all he could see was sadness and hopelessness.

At night, when the lights were dim and everyone was asleep, he told her that it was all gonna be okay.

‘How do you know?’

‘I just do,’ he said.

For the first time, she smiled at him. ‘And I just have to trust you on that one?’

‘It’s the wisest thing to do. Besides, what have you got to lose?’

After Steve freed them from the Raft, he did not know what to expect from her. Deep down, Sam kinda hoped she would join him. On the airport, it was obvious how well they worked together, but just like Clint, Scott and Wanda, she decided to live her own life.

And just like that, she disappeared.

Sam never thought he’d see her again, but when they all met in the New Avengers Facility, when they learned about Thanos’ plan to capture all the Infinity Stones, she walked in as if she never left. She stayed close to either him or Steve, not once speaking up about what she did in the meantime and Sam never felt like he could ask.

When they landed in Wakanda, Quinn took him aside and asked: ‘You got my back?’

He smiled at her, realizing that his efforts in gaining her trust back at the Raft and the Facility had helped. ‘Always,’ he promised.

But he didn’t keep his promise. He didn’t have her back like he promised.

Quinn was the last person Sam saw, before he disintegrated into ashes, together with half of the world population. Her hand on his cheek, as her eyes darted from side to side, slightly confused of what was happening, but also realizing that he couldn’t have her back anymore.

While Sam was aware that she was right there on the battlefield after they were all brought back, the first time he saw her was on Tony’s funeral. After Steve told him, Banner, Bucky and Quinn he was going to return the Infinity Stones and Mjølnir—looking back on it—it was obvious she knew what Steve decided to do. Sam can still hear the words that left her lips then: ‘Are you sure you want that to be your future?’

Sam did not know what it meant then, but he sure does now. After he received the shield minutes later of a much older Steve, Quinn did what she always does: disappear.

He never knew where she went, what she was doing and while he respects her decision, he still thinks about her. Every single day. His hope of seeing her again, hasn’t faded away and sometimes it frustrates him. He barely knew her, why is he so hung up on her then?

Sam lets out a sigh, as he drives his truck over the roads to his destination. It has been a rough couple of weeks. He is working closely together with the United States Air Force and after a few missions, he made his decision whether or not to give up the shield.

Without Steve, the shield is nothing.

He desperately needs a break from all of this and there is no place like Delacroix Louisiana to wind down from the hectic of an after Blip world. He had been there two times, but both times ended abruptly as the Air Force needed him.

Now, he has the time. All the time in the world to relax and forget about an Avenger like life.

Sam parks his car on the dock and his nephews AJ and Cass are the first to notice him. ‘Uncle Sam, uncle Sam,’ they exclaim.

‘Ah, there you two are,’ he says, hugging the two boys tightly.

‘How long are you gonna stay this time?’ Cass asks.

‘Awhile,’ is the answer he is giving his nephews, but that is mostly because he wants to keep them in suspense a little.

AJ scoffs. ‘That’s not an answer.’

‘Okay, okay, gotta give you that,’ he chuckles. ‘How about: at least two weeks?’

The two boys high five each other. His sister Sarah loudly places a crate on the ground. ‘Finally,’ she says, ‘took you long enough.’

‘Nice to see you too,’ he retorts with a smile, before giving her a hug. ‘Missed you.’

‘Of course you did,’ she says. ‘We missed you too, just like almost everyone here. Almost got me thinking that you’re the favorite Wilson sibling.’

‘That’s because I am.’ He carries the crate to where Sarah wants it and he smiles when his eyes land on the family boat. ‘She sure is a beauty.’

‘A broken beauty,’ Sarah says, ‘that is costing me a fortune.’ She places her hands on her hips as she says: ‘With both the house and the boat needing some fixing up, every penny I got to spare is going to the house.’

‘Is this about you wanting to sell it again?’

‘Yes, since I’m not willing to sell a working organ on the black market in order to afford its repairs.’

‘I told you I would fix it,’ Sam says.

Sarah rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah, you told me that months ago, but the boat still isn’t working. You know the situation, Sam, the thing’s gotta go.’

‘Sarah, you’re kidding. We grew up on this thing.’

She scoffs. ‘Yeah, I know, I was there. It’s just that I cannot afford it anymore.’

Sam sure loves his sister, but there are moments where he—just like back in the days—he’d want to put her behind the wallpaper, making her shut up. It’s always this doom thinking. Everything or nothing at all, there is no in between. ‘You know I can help with this.’

‘Yeah, big help you’ve been.’

Sam clenches his jaw. ‘Well, I’m sorry I was taken away by the blip.’

‘It’s not about you being gone for the blip,’ Sarah says. ‘It’s about the fact that there is too much for me to do here. I need to keep the house, so it’s either keeping the boat or the business and since the business is my income, it’s only logical that the boat has got to go.’

Great, he has been back for a few minutes and he is already having this conversation with his sister. ‘I’ve got this, Sarah, I promise.’

She doesn’t believe him, he can see it in her eyes, but decides to drop the matter. Maybe she realizes too that this is no conversation for them to have after he got back for only a few minutes.

The two of them step back on the dock, where his nephews are stretching out their necks, almost like they are searching for something. ‘Whatcha looking at?’ Sam asks. ‘See a pretty lady?’

‘Is that,’ Cass starts, only for AJ to exclaim: ‘Auntie Quinn!’

The two boys drop their stuff and rush over the dock to the woman Sam never thought he’d see again, let alone right here. Quinn holds out her arms and despite the boys being nearly the same height as her, she still manages to catch them both as they jump in her arms. They must’ve known about her enhanced strength, Sam thinks to himself, otherwise they wouldn’t have jumped right in her arms.

But that raises another question: how could they’ve known?

‘Auntie Quinn?’ he asks Sarah.

Sarah nods. ‘Auntie Quinn,’ she confirms.

She’s gonna leave it at that? ‘Care to explain?’

‘I think it was two weeks after you were blipped away. It was chaos here, like literal chaos. People were missing, I hadn’t heard anything from you. She walked up the dock and offered her help. I thought for at least a month she was an angel send from the heavens. She told me she saw you right before you were blipped away and that she went to your place back in DC. She found out about us and decided to see how it all went down here. Thankfully she did, because I desperately needed her help. She assisted with the business, helped raising the boys.’

To say he is confused, would be an understatement. ‘She stayed here?’ he asks. ‘During the entire blip?’

‘Oh yeah,’ Sarah says, holding up her hand to Quinn. ‘I think all in all, she stayed here for four years. Sometimes she went away for a few weeks, but she always returned. Near the end, she called me and told me that Steve needed her. It’s actually the first time I’ve seen her in a while.’

Sam can’t stop looking at the big smiles and chuckles being exchanged between AJ, Cass and Quinn. She hugs his nephews tightly and even from a distance he can tell she is scolding them for growing taller.

‘I think that without her,’ Sarah continues, ‘I barely would’ve made it. She was slightly clueless though. Had issues with the simplest tasks, like cooking and day to day stuff, but she’s a fast learner.’

It shouldn’t warm his heart like it does, but Sam can’t help but smile as he realizes that Quinn went on the look out to care for his family.

‘She told me she had no memories of growing up. Poor thing,’ Sarah says, shaking her head as she as well looks at the trio. ‘She tried so hard to remember, but in all those years she spend here, no luck. I wonder if she does now.’

She doesn’t. Sam doesn’t need to ask her, because he simply knows.

Quinn still doesn’t remember her past.

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ash19871962 · 3 years

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Sisters

Warnings- Blood, Domestic Abuse, slight mention of suicide (not my choice criminal minds made the story for rosalyn)

Jennifer Jareau x OC Jareau

Having an older sister was sometimes a blessing and a curse. There was absolutely nothing you wouldn't do for her, after everything she had done for you. It annoyed you how quickly you guys would make up after a fight, but she was your best friend.

Both of your childhoods were incredibly different, having grown up in the same house but with totally different atmospheres. When you were two and JJ was 11, your 15 year old sister Rosalyn took her own life.

After that things changed in your house, you don't really remember it too much but Jj would tell you stories about that time. Especially at night when you were supposed to be sleeping, trying to remember a sister you don't actually remember is very difficult.

Of course you've seen pictures of all three of you but she is still a stranger to you. But to Jj it affects her deeply, Ros was her idol.

Sometimes in the back of your mind you wonder if Jj even likes you or is just using you to replace Ros. After all your 9 years younger than her? But she is still your big sister and you can't think of her like that for long.

It doesn't surprise you as you grew up that Jj is everywhere. Anything that happened she was there, when Ricky that snot nose kid from 1st grade punched you in the face, she spent hours in the garage showing you how to block your face.

At 14 years old she had much better things to do but she stayed with you. Cleaned your nose and made sure you didn't tell mom. Your mom was probably more of an absentee parent, like she was there in body but not in mind too much. Jj says Ros took a part of her, but sometimes you feel jipped.

Mom apparently used to laugh and smile, plan fun things for them all to do. But you can't remember any of this. You only remember Jj. She was the only one who looked after you, kept you safe it was almost like she was your mom at times, but you always remember her.

Remembering sharing a bed with her during storms, playing in makeup singing stupid songs, sharing secrets and just plain missing her.

She would be so disappointed if she could see you now. Not really having a choice anymore anyways, telling her is essential but your still scared what if your big sister can't help?

Shivering in the cool breeze taking into account your still bleeding a little you decide it's time to leave. Wiping the blood out of your face as best you can, the gash above your eye stings.

The fight you just had was nothing new, the bruises on you back would testify to that. Even through all this you still don't know how to even tell Jj.

It's not an easy conversation, she is either going to be so mad at you she won't speak to you or so over protective she's gonna kill him.

Your phone on your lap feels heavy, but the nerves in your stomach feel like a lead weight. Opening your messaging app you text her

Aj- Hey jayge Are you busy, can I call?

A couple minutes ago by and she texts you back

Jj- Abs! Hey hun yeah we're almost done with this case, give me a couple hours I'll text before we head to the airport ok? Love you💜

You don't want to be disappointed but you guess it'll have to do. Grabbing your phone making your way into the house stopping briefly to grab a couple changes of clothes and your memory box which has everything important in it including you birth certificate.

Making a split decision you also leave your phone but write down all the important numbers just in case. Knowing by the time Jj texts, you'll either be in the hospital or with her.

Nothing else in this house is important . Feeling like the worst thing possible is being stuck here, you leave and make your way home to Jj.

Getting behind the wheel planning to make such a long drive from Pennsylvania all the way to Quantico or at least as close as you can get.

First things first she needs a Dr, so she decides to take care of that first pulling out of the driveway and driving putting a hospital search in her GPS, locating one two towns over that she won't be recognized in she proceeds there.

Sitting in her car fiddling her humbs working up the courage to move. Finally making the decision you walk in and start a new life.

A nurse approaches you and escorts you to the back, answering questions left and right

Name Abigail Jaraeu

Age 20

What happened... Your not exactly sure how to answer this so you don't answer.

Getting changed into the stupid gown you realize how alone you are. Butterflies fly in your stomach making you almost nauseous.

The Dr, has a knowing look in his eye as he looks over your injuries, noticing more than you realize.

The gash above your eye takes 8 stitches, your nose is not broken but two black eyes are in your future, didn't even notice the split lip until the dr goes to stitch it 3 more there.

Feeling absolutely terrible it's not done, the rest of the body check shows more injuries none of them too serious just painful.

The broken wrist being the worst, mystified that you could drive all the way there without so much as a twinge of pain.

Apparently adrenaline is a real thing.

Shocked as the Dr starts applying the cast, absently shocked and numb to how you you must look.

You just want Jj.

To hug you, to hold your hand, to kiss your forehead, your scared and you want your big sister, but she is at work.

Surprisingly no broke ribs just jarred heavily, and of course the bruises, you are given a prescription for pain and instructions for the cast, and you sign yourself out against what they recommend but you know you are just ready to be with Jj.

The drive from this place to Jj is roughly 5 hours so you get started.

The phone you left at the house has to be found by now. Memories of the fight flash as your merge on the interstate, setting cruise control you let yourself relax.

The shoving, the broken mirror the outrage that you didn't do anything wrong. It made no sense to you, Johnny was supposed to be a good guy, but he ended up being the scariest thing you've ever encountered.

As your driving you remember Jj is on a case so no one is at her house. Your nephews would be with Wills Mom. Maybe you could stay there till they got back you had a key?

In this situation you didn't think she'd mind.

God you were scared, what If she yelled at you? If she did your pretty sure you would crumble.

Driving is incredibly hard with a cast but you have to make due, you have to get there. Once there everything will work out.

Feeling incredibly guilty now, you think should you even bother Jj? She literally has children what if Johnny came there?

You don't think he's that stupid but you never know. Jj would kill him.

Stopping to fill up with gas using most of the cash you have, you keep driving closer and closer to safety.

For probably the quietest drive your ever made in your life you finally make it to Jj's neighborhood.

Concerned now because it's 2 am and the street is completely deserted, you make up your mind to park farther down the road from her house just in case she's actually already home.

The upstairs light is on, and your basically a nervous wreck. All you want is her, but scared in how she's gonna react .

Slowly getting out of your car, you make your way to Jj's porch and knock softly.

Hearing the footsteps, turns the butterflies in your stomach turn to rocks.

Will opens the door angry someone knocked on the door at 2 am. The second he sees your face his jaw drops, and concern fills his eyes.

Your arms are grabbed into a hug, tears finally fall from your eyes as he calls for your sister to come down the stairs.

Obviously Jj took that offensively, as it's 2 am and she only just got home.

Upon seeing you stitched casted and crying in her husband's arms, all composure is gone.

The next couple of minutes are a blur, feeling yourself be transferred into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, but strangely you feel better.

Her hands are on your cheeks, and her blue eyes are filled with anguish but at that moment you feel safer than you have in a long time.

"What happened to you Abs? I tried calling you and Johnny said you went to bed"

There is a lump in your throat "Johnny did this, all if this"..

Out of the corner of your eye you see Will leave the room, and in that moment you know, you have to tell her everything..

The story spills from your lips, how he stared out like a normal boyfriend, then he just got so angry at everything how the fights started and how this one ended, how scared you were but most of all how you just had to get to her.

Jj stares back speechless and incredibly livid, her baby sister her best friend was hurt, and came to her.

She pulls you into another hug and in that moment it didn't matter how you looked or were you came from, you were home.

Jj would fix everything, and you would never be able to repay her.

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