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hamilsquadwritings · 3 years

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The Flowers (Philip Hamilton Soulmate AU) ~ part 3 ~

A Soulmate AU in which flowers bloom from your left ring finger, coiling up and around your body, Identical to your soulmates. They stop growing when you meet and turn white when you get together

Soulmate AU in which flowers bloom from your left ring finger, coiling up and around your body, Identical to your soulmates. They stop growing when you meet and turn white when you get together Soulmate AU in which flowers bloom from your left ring finger, coiling up and around your body, Identical to your soulmates. They stop growing when you meet and turn white when you get together

(I decided to work on an old idea I had on my old blog @stargazelaurens and develop it properly)

Words - 2.2k

Warnings - Eacker being an asshole, a couple swears

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Your flowers had stopped growing.

You couldn't be sure, but all of your flowers had six petals. All except the new one blooming, it wrapped its way around your pinky finger but only five petals were present. Uncertainty filled your mind. 5 petals. How long had they been there? Was it possible that it was working on a vine or a leaf, only to come back to the last petal, if there was to be a final petal.

It had been 2 days since you’d spent the night with your sister, Theodosia and Philip. Spending time with them was a solace and you were more then eager to be away from the monster that was unfortunately still your fiance. You spent a full day with them on a picnic yesterday. Sure it was a bit awkward to start with but at least you werent the only third wheel anymore, you had someone to keep you company while Theo and your sister occupied each other

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"theyre pretty cute huh.." philip says softly. He was leaning against a tree while you sat across from him working on a drawing. He looks over across the meadow to watch your sister and Theodosia pick wild flowers to weave into each other's hair.

"they’re so perfect for eachother" you say looking up from your drawing over at them your eyes meeting his in understanding

"I wish I could meet my soulmate..." Philip sighed softly. He hadn't stayed up to date with his flowers. He'd been obsessed at one point, his eyes glued to his arm. He’d trace them with a pen, growing disappointed when a new vine or leaf would emerge from under the ink. He rarely glanced at them now to avoid the disappointment. Philip knew the chances of meeting your soulmate was slim but he couldn't help but hope, desperate as hope may have seemed. It didn’t help that he was engaged to someone who had already met her soulmate.

"me too.." you say as you take a second to glance down at your own markings. You looked to your newest flower tracing the familiar pattern with your fingertip counting the petals, sighing softly, still only five petals.

"Is everthing okay?" philip asks curiously

"uh.." you say quietly briefly looking at him and then back to your flowers "I think maybe my flowers might have stopped growing.. Im not entirely sure but I think they might have..?" You trail off meeting his eyes as you lean back.

"Do you know who it could be if they have?" Philip asks as he looks over, he catches a brief glance at your wrist, his breath catching in his throat, the flowers weaving their way around your hand looked so familiar- no no he shook his head. How could he could he even entertain the thought, there was no way...

"no..." you say with a soft sigh, even on the small chance that you had met your soul mate, the options weren't looking good. On one hand you had George; you would rather live without a soulmate than live with him. On the other hand the only other new person you had spent time with in the last few months was Philip. The universe would never be that kind to you, besides there was that teeny tiny problem. He waa engaged to your sister.

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Philip had spoken to his mother the day after you told them what had happened with George. She, as expected, was completely horrified. She listened as Philip explained what you had told him and your sister and how it made him feel. He didn't need to embellish anything, he would never admit it but he cared about you, more than in just a sister in law way. He couldn't do anything about it of course, because you were engaged and so was he. But with your sister and Theo being confirmed soul mates he knew he would never be number one for her. Philip was honest with himself, and sadly felt a bit cheated. He'd always grown up with his parents' example, they may not have been soulmates but they did truly love each other. He thought he would have that when he grew up. Well, he had hoped anyway. But the world seemed to have a very different plan. The conversation you'd had with him the day after the picnic only made his feelings and thoughts more confusing.

You were sitting in your room with your sister, Theodosia, Philip and Angelica when the Eackers arrived. The shouting was heard by all through three closed doors and a flight of stairs. Philip filled you and your sister in on what had happened the day before. His mother had interrupted Alexander at work to tell him he had to do something. He'd listened as his wife relayed everything Philip said to her that afternoon. Allowing her own suspicions of how their son felt about you to be heard as well. He agreed to call off the engagement. Not only could Alexander see how much it meant to his son, but if a family was willing to pretty much give their youngest daughter away to be a prisoner locked in a room. It wasn't a family he wanted his son to marry into.

He'd met with your parents the next afternoon, they were equally horrified. Your mother was beside herself, your father however was embarrassed at hearing about it from an outsider instead of you. When he’d called you into the office to explain, your sister had spoken for you. She hadn't realised Philip would be talking to his parents so quickly. She herself had planned to bring it up that afternoon. Then the yelling had started. Your father at you. Your sister and mother at your father.

Mrs. Hamilton had quickly intervened, telling Philip to take you, Theo, your sister and his upstairs. They would be the ones to handle things for now. Your father had sent a message for the Eackers, requesting their urgent presence. Alexander and Eliza had just taken their leave before the Eacker’s arrival.

The Eackers were in your fathers office with your parents for over an hour before you heard anything. A stark change to when the Hamilton’s were in there, it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Y/N!" Your father calls. You look at your sister quickly, unsure what to expect. She stands at the top of the stairs with Angie, Theo and Philip as you make your way down. George was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with your father. His parents were already waiting outside in the carriage.

"Darling” George says with false endearment. “Your father has told us the most disturbing things. I'm not sure how you’ve become mistaken.. I am so sorry that you thought we’d ever.. well that we’d ever mistreat you in any way, I could never.." he says holding out a hand for you, taking yours when you stare into his open palm, he uses it to pull you flush against his, his other holding you close “you have to know that. I would never dream of treating my bride to be with such hate.” His voice was thick with sadness and regret. You were a bit impressed by his acting abilities, though they were merely an extension of his twisted nature and despicable lies. You were even more repulsed that he could even put on such an act after the way he had planned to treat you.

"Well now that all that has been sorted.. until next time Mr Eacker" your father says dismissively as he breezes past you both without a glance in your direction retreating back into his office. You looked around for your mother, she had already left to the garden, leaving you alone with George.

"Wait.. were still getting married?" You ask in confusion, your eyebrows furrowing across your forehead. You could feel your skin growing cold. The realization of your near future playing vicious images in your mind, this couldn’t be happening.

"Well of course we are sweetheart.." George saying taking your arm, squeezing just hard enough that it was uncomfortable. He watches your fathers office door shut as he leans in "listen, closely, I wont say this twice.. if you ever pull a stunt like this again.." his voice was rough and cold, dripping with the thrill of threatening you.

You look up the stairs meeting the curious and worried eyes of your sister, best friend and the Hamiltons. George pulls you out of their view. You barely heard his harsh words, they didn't make any impact, you couldn't believe it. Not only had George managed to weasel his way around your father, but now your father was angry with you for telling the Hamiltons before you told him. According to him therewas nothing wrong and you had made a fuss only to embarrass him in front of the Hamiltons and the Eackers. That couldn't be further from the truth, although you knew he would never see it that way, if he wouldn’t listen to Mr and Mrs Hamilton what hope did you have?

You were pulled from your thoughts as George kissed your cheek, it took everything in you not to flinch "I'd spend as much time as you can with them. That room of yours is going to be terribly lonely.." he whispers lowly looking from you up to the stairs where your friends were waiting. George smiled widely and waved, leaving your wrist with a handprint, that brought a red color to your flowers, before he headed to the door to leave with his parents. As soon as they were out of view, you dashed up the stairs to join your best friend, sister, her fiancé and his sister.

"What happened??" Theo asks asks as your sister hugs you tightly.

"Nothing... he lied and- “ You had to pause trying to control the fear your voice was sure to give away. “were still getting married" you say quietly as you hold onto her. Theo wrapped her arms around you both, holding you close. She couldn't believe it. Much like your sister, she'd offered to go and sort George out herself when your sister filled her in on what had been happening. Theodosia was a big believer in soulmates, the day she found your sister was the happiest day of her life. She felt that everyone deserved to experience the once in a lifetime happiness. Though she understood why some people didn't marry for love, she'd always found it cold how people married their children off. Even when it worked out. It was unfathomable to her that George and his family would treat you like that, and to actively plan it before you got married was beyond horrific.

"How- what-" Angie says looking over to Philip quickly. He stood with his hand clenched tightly around the banister watching the carriage retreat down the drive. His jaw was set and tight with tension, his eyes full of anger. He really thought this was going to work. When you'd told him and (S/N) what happened he thought your father would listen to his and sort it out. He was horrified to learn not only was George getting away with it but just as your sister had predicted, it didn't seem like your father cared. At least not enough to put a stop to it, unlike his own parents.

When Eliza had told Alexander he'd been furious, admittedly not just at the situation but for his own reputation (which was a problem in itself but not the one Philip wanted to focus on right now). If word got out that his daughter in law was being kept prisoner in such awful conditions the fall back on him, as a politician tasked with shaping the future, would be astronomical. And make no mistake, it would get out, Philip and (S/N) would make sure of it.

(S/N) was pissed, there was no point in talking to your parents now. As far as they were concerned everything was resolved, it was just teenage meddling, despite the fact Philip’s parents has been involved. Your parents, especially your father, wouldn't hear anything more on the subject. In fact he was likely to raise his temper if she even thought of bringing up the subject. She glanced at Philip before she and Theodosia lead you to your room. She could tell he felt bad about talking to his parents straightaway. He should've listened to her and let her approach your parents first, it was a little late for that however.. she thought settling you into your bed tucking the small blanket around you comfortingly.

"Thats it... there's nothing to be done. I have to marry him.." you say slowly, your voice full of defeat. Your shoulders slumped as your sad eyes look to your sister and your best friend, taking their hands in each of yours "I'm going to spend every second with you guys.” You said finding a new determination “The next time I see him will not be a second before I have to"

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kerwritesthings · 4 years

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California Calling

Summary: It’s just what you do when you love someone

Word Count: 2,340

Warnings: fluff, a teeny tiny blip of heart hurt, but then more fluff

Author Note: Another one of those hitting me out of nowhere pieces. Maybe it’s all the pretty from this past week/weekend? Maybe? I really don’t know. I opened a word doc and next thing I knew I had 500 words, then it somehow made its way up to this 2.3k we’re sitting at now. And in like 2.5 hours? I don’t question the muse anymore.

All I know is this little world will not let me go. I think I’m ok with that. I’ve already got two additional pieces rough sketched in my head. One that falls between part two (Warmth of the Morning) and this that is definitely a little naughtier, the other happening after this one. First part can be read here, second part here.

After that weekend together, after that afternoon when you spent more time tangled up in each other and the sheets than you expected, you made up your mind to push your flight up. Literally, the moment he was out the door to catch his flight you had your phone in hand looking at options. You want a bit more time with him, the time you had as lovely as it was, just wasn’t enough. You have the PTO at work, and if you need to pull a couple late nights and a Saturday in to do it, so be it. He is worth it.

The two of you talk, and you knew after your time in LA, it wasn’t going to be nearly as bad as the last few months had been. You have a few dates blocked out in both your calendars already that were meant for the two of you, and the two of you only - even with him not knowing exactly what his schedule was looking like.

“Don’t care,” he says, dusting a kiss to your temple as you sit on the couch next to each other, calendar and notes apps open. “I’ll schedule around it. This is important, you’re important.”

The thought of that making you smile as you start to make your plans to pull off a surprise of your own. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to pull this off alone, you think quickly of who the best cohort in your new scheme of plans would be and more so who was out in LA that could be trusted with a secret.

Thinking about coming in early, wanna help me surprise him C? You’re the one who can make shit happen for him and not give away anything! you shoot off in a quick text before digging back into flights on phone while balancing and cross referencing your massive work planner across your knees. Finding a direct flight was harder than you thought, but if you push up a self-imposed deadline, you’d be able get out first thing Wednesday morning instead of the original late-night flight Friday. Plus, you’d still have the whole week after as originally planned.

Good weekend then? :) Only if I get to deliver you from the airport and see Shawn fall ass over teakettle in person when you get in early. He’s been good, but you can tell how much he misses home. And you. I’m in, so just tell me what I need to do and when. Nothing’s crazy the week leading into the show just writing and studio time, so we can make things work. Will be good to see you, been too long!

You smile, grateful that his work family has in turn become an extension of yours.

Thanks – looking at flights now and seeing what I can do with the office. Stay tuned and will text you everything shortly. You’re a good man.

After a bit of maneuvering on your side with a promise to your boss, who is a saint and adores your boyfriend, that you’d be available via phone or text and only in the dire case of any blow ups those few extra days all the things began to fall into place. Now, to keep this close to the chest and not give anything away.

The night before you’re due to leave, you almost slip.

“You’re avoiding me,” he whines through the speaker of your phone. “Don’t pick up my FaceTime, ignore my first call, leave my texts on read. I see how it is.”

You know he’s joking, but you also can hear the slight tinge of disappointment backing his voice. It’s been a bit of a chase the last few days. Quick calls, most of which miss each other, texts on the fly and no FaceTime.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m trying to get all this work done before I leave,” you say, throwing some of your last-minute purchases into the open suitcase on your bed, including another little surprise for him. “No distractions while I’m out there. Just you, me and that LA sunshine.”

“I know, and I don’t mean to sound petulant. I’m sorry,” he sighs and takes a breath. “We haven’t had a ships passing in the night beat like this since the thick of the last tour block. I’m feeling stuck on things in the studio though everyone says it’s solid and, shit I just miss you honey.”

You plop on the edge of the bed, running a hand over your face. It hurts your heart hearing him this way, but you know all this is for a reason. You cannot tell him; it’s going to be all worth it tomorrow morning when he walks into the studio to you. “I’m going to finish this last thing and then pull together a playlist for you. Some stuff I’ve been noodling on, some old favorites, couple off that sleepy playlist of mine you swear up and down you don’t like, but I know you listen to. I’ll listen to it too, so it’ll feel like we’re together cuddled down listening to it. We’re almost there. Couple more days and nights, then I’m there.”

“I love you,” he says easily, full of affection. You could hear the vestiges of whatever was eating at him starting to slip away. You say your goodnights and you were both off. The playlist wasn’t something you planned on, but it shouldn’t take you too long to pull together. Plus, you could sleep in the car on the way to the airport and on the plane. Making him feel better, feel loved – the loss of a little sleep was nothing compared to that.

Landing in Los Angeles is always something that brings a special feeling, it’s a strange mix of trepidation and excitement. Luckily there was no issues with the flight, so you land on time and can make it through the gates towards baggage claim fairly unscathed. As you made your way down the escalator, there in sunglasses and a hat to blend in with the other drivers awaiting passengers, with your name on a sign and a Starbucks in hand, is your partner in crime.

“You didn’t need to come in,” you say chuckling before wrapping him in a hug.

“Your boy would box my ears if I did a drive by pick up and you know that,” he quips, kissing your cheek before trading your bag for the Starbucks cup in his hand. “Come on, let’s get your other bag and get up to the studio. He thinks they’re swapping out some equipment so that’s why they have to have a later start.”

“Genius call, and he’d only believe that from you. He’s got no clue, does he?” you ask with a Cheshire cat grin as the carousel starts to spin.

Making your way through the masses and to the garage wasn’t too much of a time suck, you were still on target. It was LA so there was going to be traffic no matter what, but landing as early as you did was a at least a little helpful since you were heading straight across town and then some since the boys made the new place by the beach home base for this go.

“Should I be worried that you’re quiet? Normally you’re talking my ear off by now if we haven’t seen each other in this long,” he asks, the care tinging through his tone as he makes his way up onto the PCH.

You shake your head, “No, no not at all Cez, sorry. Late night last night, late nights all last week to make this happen. All worth it though when I see his face.”

He reaches over, squeezing the hand resting on the cup between you. “I’m glad you have each other and love each other the way you do. I always worried he’d not find his person, so wrapped up in the work and so focused. I remember the day after he met you the first time. He had a different smile that morning. I knew right away, even when he probably didn’t. You were something special for him, to him. You understand and respect this crazy bullshit we’re in, which takes a whole other level of care and person to get. Helps you’re a bad ass in your own right. I’m just happy he’s happy, and that you’re happy. That you’re happy together like this? Best thing.”

“Damnit don’t make me cry what little makeup I have on all off,” you sniff out. “I love him. It’s just that simple. It’s not easy, god you know that. But I would rather deal with all this than not have him and love him. Why you do the crazy shit like this.”

It’s only a few minutes later that you’re heading off the highway and winding your way through the still quiet streets. Finally, you pull up to a set of dark gates, well hidden with greenery.

“They basically took a pre-development boom location, this old 50’s old beach house with its massive garage and converted it. It’s a pretty solid setup, off the beaten path and not well known, but it’s state of the art. I can see this becoming a regular thing with the ‘shed. Plus, it’s a quick wander down to the water from here,” he explains as the gates pull back and you head through.

Your phone pings as you pull to a stop and open the car door.

Finished at the gym and off to the studio. Nothing cray so just call when you can today, love you xo <3

“Perfect timing, he’s on his way up. Have I said thank you yet Cez? Because…” you start before being wrapped up in another hug.

“You’re family, don’t even,” he says, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go stash your bags, just head through to the studio. Door is around that cluster of birch trees. I’m also on good knowledge that big leather couch is good to curl up on for a nap. I’ll make sure to head in with him. I don’t think the rest of the guys are due in until a little after him, he wanted to work a run by himself first.”

You make your way into the studio space and it’s better than described, or from the photos Shawn has sent along. It’s so easy to see why this will fall into a place where he feels comfortable and creative. Warm wood, windows, well-worn rugs and the infamous camel colored couch. It’s easy to sink into the cool leather and down into the cushions, sliding into a dozy twilighty state – not quite sleeping but not quite awake.

You hear voices, which bring you more towards full consciousness, but you stay cozied into the couch.

“I want to get this one track done before everyone decides to come in and have opinions, thought of something last night and I just want to have it down first,” your boyfriend prattles on as you hear him push open the door, dropping what’s probably his backpack and guitar case onto the floor. “Though I think I need to hash the last of the lyrics out first, maybe. I’ve got time though.”

You see his feet first, then his legs, realizing he’s not paying attention to the couch at all or realizing that you’re there. He’s just standing there, chatting. Not a care to what’s actually behind him or a second thought to the couch whatsoever. You look past his legs, seeing the smile creeping up over Cez’s face as he realizes that Shawn still has no clue what’s awaiting him.

“You may want to kiss your girlfriend hello first though before all of that,” you try to say as seriously as possible, but break out into giggles at the end. “Surprise baby!”

He turns on his heels so quickly that he’s tangled up in himself and in a heap on the floor next to the couch, laughter peeling out from all of you in the room.

“Now that. That was totally worth it. Hope you like your gift, Shawn. Gonna leave you two alone for a bit,” Cez says with a nod before backing out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Shawn is just shaking his head, pulling himself to sit upright, before bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“You, you’re, I just. You,” he murmurs, thumbs brushing ever so carefully across your cheekbones.

“It was my turn, so. I figured go big or go home right? I figured we could use a couple extra days together before everything this weekend. It’s going to be a lot. We know that. And I knew I’d be missing you at this point. I changed my flight literally before you boarded yours back here. I still have all next week too. This is added bonus,” you reply. “I was packing when you called last night, it’s why I couldn’t hop on FaceTime. I didn’t want to give anything away. I was so close to telling you, but I knew I’d see you today. Hearing you last night though, I knew I made the right call to come out here early.”

He just looks at you so softly, so intently. Not saying anything, but still keeping his eyes on you he moves his right hand to slide into your hair, cupping your head and bringing you closer to him until you are nose to nose. Nuzzling against you ever so slightly, nose sliding against yours like a whisper, his eyes slip closed and he exhales. “I am so lucky that you love me, that you made the decision that I’m worthy of your love,” he sighs out, lips just a hair from yours. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this and you, but I’m so damn grateful. I love you, so much.”

He presses in, kissing the breath straight out of you.

Yep. It was absolutely worth it.

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ennismenace · 5 years

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The Opposite of Fiction

(Morgan Rielly)

A/N: okay so i accidentally deleted this when it had 20 notes and i want to scream/pull all my hair out but i’m pretending to be calm and just reposting it instead. in my head i see this as maybe a three to four parter. this is the first bit of writing i’ve ever posted on here so it’d mean everything to have some feedback. any reblogs, messages, or comments are super welcome. thank you!!

Warning: swearing!!! that’s it i think

Word Count: 1.1k

“Our baby girl has finally returned us!” Betsy rang out from behind the counter as you were happily dragged into the arena lunchroom by your good friend Kim. It was wild to see how much they had upgraded the room in the six months you were away. So many things had changed in that time, including the fact that you were even able to be in the lunchroom. Before, office workers were strictly only allowed entrance when all players were no longer in the building, with the hopes of cutting off any fraternization. Now though, Kim and you were able to freely walk in, give Betsy the biggest of hugs, and eat your turkey burgers in peace.

Well… relative peace.

You were accompanied in the lunchroom by Claire and Holly (aka the reasons for the no fraternization rule) who were currently debating Morgan Rielly’s fuckability with his growing beard.

“Oh absoluuuuutely”

“You have to be joking me” Holly deadpanned. “Girl, he looks so messy. Absolutely not.” Claire quickly retorted with, “He looks distinguished, not messy! Plus he’s so down to earth and taaaaaall.” She looked so awestruck you swore you could see little heart emojis glowing in her eyes. You and Kim both rolled yours and attempted to get back to enjoying your fifteen minutes of paradise, before returning to the mountain of paperwork that had surmounted while you were gone.

“Hey Y/N/N!” Claire exclaimed in such a way that made you wish you could just melt into the floor. “Y/N,” holding out the syllable in your name as she often did, “What do you think? About Morgan I mean. Personality and height totally make up for a rough beard, right?” It was hard to hate her really. Despite her keen lack of social cues, she was a sweet girl.

You tried to give her the easy brush off by just replying, “I don’t think anything about him.” That was sorta, kinda, broadly speaking, a fact. In your whole two years of working at the Scotiabank arena (minus your lengthy study abroad), you’d managed to go with never meeting, and only briefly once seeing the players of the Toronto Maple Leafs. Although maybe one or two had caught your eye off the generous amount of posters around your workplace, you knew how strict they were with the zero engagement rule. This job was too important to lose over a hotshot athlete. It was one of the few that not only paid well, but understood and accommodated your situation with school.

Claire refused to let it go though, and now a previously uninterested Holly had perked up at your non answer. “C’moooon it’s not that difficult,” Claire whined. “Yeah Y/N, just answer the question,” Holly encouraged with an evil glint to her eye. You look to Kim for help only to find her quietly laughing into her open soda. With that you realized you had no way out, as Betsy and a few of her staffs started eyeing you as well.

“Well it’s just the hot vs. tall debate, isn’t it?” You say, pushing up the frames of your glasses.

Claire, along with everyone else now stared at you inquisitively. “Huh? What is that?”

“You know how guys sometimes go back and forth talking about girls saying ‘oh is she fine or just thick?’ it’s the same thing.” Everyone continued to stare with their heads cocked to the side except Kim who’d heard you explain your theory before, and sat with a slight smile.

“The swapped equivalent is whether he is hot… or just tall.”

When you finished your reasoning you could see Betsy and the kitchen staff chuckling, Claire still looking quite confused, and Holly with an annoyed expression on her face. She further confronted you saying, “You didn’t answer the question though. Which one do you think he is?”

Of all the things in the world you did not want to do, admitting to your teeny-tiny, minor crush on Morgan Rielly was pretty high up there, but what choice were you left with. As you opened your mouth to reply you were interrupted by Kim crying out, “Oh man! Y/N, we gotta go it’s 2:32. We’re late!” You aren’t particularly religious, but in that moment you sent up a quick prayer for bringing Kim into your life to always save your ass.

You threw the girls a quick shrug and apologetic look, then raced to throw away your trash because Kim was right, y’all were late as hell. Unfortunately, your key card decided this was the perfect time to play hide and seek with you. As you were trying your best to simultaneously walk towards the exit and dig around the bottom of your purse, you knocked straight into something quite hard. The blow wasn’t hard enough to send you flying to the ground, but it did get you to stumble back a bit and instinctively exclaim, “Oh shit!”

A large hand, twice the size of yours, came out to pull you back to balance. You looked all the way up into two familiar blue eyes and a bit of a scruffy beard.

“OH SHIT,” you almost yelled as you quickly pulled your hand from his. Suddenly not only did you realize how close you two were, but also rude you must seem. For some god known reason you patted his chest where your head had collided and just said, “Oh my god, so sorry.” You looked down at your hand in confusion like it wasn’t your own because WHY WOULD YOU PAT HIM! He just gave you an amused smile as if he was interested to see what you might do next.

It felt like if you were in that Spongebob episode where he forgets his own name and his brain catches on fire. You were glued where you were just staring at him, scared to open your mouth and what could come out. Thank god your guardian angel Kim came out from behind and pulled your arm, “Y/N we really have to go. Peter is going to kill us if were more than 10 minutes late.” You nodded and followed as she now dragged you out of the lunchroom.

Before you finally walked through the doorway though, you turned around and saw him standing in the same spot, now surrounded by a few more players, but still watching you with that smile. You thought maybe you could save your first impression so you called to him “Sorry…. again!”

With that Kim whisked you away and you both raced towards your office. It was only when you reached the double doors that she turned to you, doubled over laughing. “Did you just physically assault the love of your life?” You scanned your, of course, now easily found key card. “I fucking hate my life.”

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scaryscarecrows · 5 years

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Accidents

Dove is just wondering if she should see Sionis (ugh, but he’s creepy and she hates him) or get a snack (the chestnut cart is a street over…one little street…) when there’s a blur of red and brown followed by a, “Holy shit, I’m saved, Jesus really does love me."

What?

The red and brown blur is Jason, who is now hiding behind her skirts. Great. He’s…done something.

“Petit rouge-”*

“Okay so I might’a fucked up a little teeny tiny bit but I swear it was an accident so you gotta hide me please-please-please-”

“What did you do?”

“Gave Dickie a haircut.”

Sionis can go hang-she’s going home and getting a drink.

“Jason…”

“He asked! My hand slipped!”

She twists around in time to see him peering out into the crowds, presumably searching for his executioner-er, older brother. He looks somewhat sorry-pale and tense, at least-but…well…Dick accidentally tackled him (long story) a few weeks ago and he’s the type to hold a grudge.

“Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“He’s gonna kill me.” Maim, maybe. “Pleeeeease, you gotta help me out here.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You don’t want me to die, do ya? Me, the ray of sunshine? The favorite child?”

“My favorite child is Penguin’s girl-shaped umbrella stand.”

“…the favorite alive child?”

This kid needs to find a theatre troupe. Seriously, if one passes through town, they need to take him.

She rubs her nose to hide the fact that she’s about to laugh and cranes to see if she can spot Dick anywhere. She can’t, but that means nothing-that boy’s half-monkey, he has to be, and he could be bouncing along on the sun shades the shopkeepers have set up today. Or on the roofs.

This is Cobblepot’s fault. He went and offered him a job as a part-time snitch and things snowballed.

“I’ll do an-yyyy-thing,” Jason’s begging, all but on his knees. “I sweeeeearr. Steal, lie, murder, be Penguin’s new umbrella stand, whatever. Just please-”

There’s a snarl from behind them and Jason tenses to bolt. She grabs him by the collar and turns to face…oh.

Oh dear.

It’s, ah, it. It starts well. Nice and even, no straggling locks in the back. But the bangs…well…

She’s thinking Jason really didn’t mean to. Nobody gets that kind of chunk cut out on purpose. No, that truly was an accident.

“Bury me next to my mother.”

“Don’t be a goose.”

Dick’s clearly been running-he’s red and panting and his hat is clutched in his hand. He jams it on his head and stalks forward and, really, to be fair, in ten years that might be scary. Maybe. A little bit.

“I need to borrow my brother,” he grinds out when he reaches them. Dove sighs.

“No. Come on, walk with me.”

Dick scowls and jabs a finger in Jason’s direction.

“We duel on the morrow.”

They both need to find a theatre troupe.

“Boys…”

“I told ya! My hand slipped!”

“Look at what he did to me!” Dick gestures to the, ah, the mishap. “I’ll look like this ‘til I’m old!”

“It’ll grow back in a week or two. Come on.”

“Maybe you can pity your way into food, huh?”

“Don’t help.” Dick makes a strange noise that sounds like a cross between a death rattle and a roar of rage. Jason looks longingly towards a nearby alley. “You boys eaten anything today?”

“Jason’s getting a knuckle sandwich later.”

“No, that’s your order-”

If she ever, somehow, ends up with kids of her own, she wants a kid, and preferably a daughter. Girls are better than this. They poison you, not brawl in the street.

“No.”

* * *

They end up tagging along to the mill. She’d rather them not, but technically they can go where they like. Maybe it’s better this way-the wander in here alone and they might get…recruited.

This isn’t a good place for kids. Not that it matters-most of Roman Sionis’s work force is twelve and under. Easy to train, easy to replace, and cheap. The labor laws are supposed to look after them, but nobody enforces them. ‘Specially not when it’s the street kids getting pulled in. They’re out of the way, and it’s an honest living.

Dove hates coming down here.

Roman Sionis is a big man, with nice suits and rough knuckles. But what catches everyone’s attention is the mask he wears. He was burned, badly, during the War and light hurts him. At least, that’s his claim. Dove suspects he just likes the unease the thing causes. There’s rumors that it’s a real skull, and she doubts those, but it’s lifelike enough all the same.

The black teeth grin down at them now and she feels Dick try to pull Jason behind him.

“And who are these?”

“Couple’a errand boys, they’re with me today.” Not for you. “Mister Cobblepot would like you to be aware that lateness is not tolerated in his organization, Mister Sionis.”

Silence. Somewhere on the floor below, there’s an agonized scream and the horrible grinding of a machine. Sionis doesn’t even turn around.

“You can tell Mister Cobblepot to come down here and talk to me in person next time, rather than playing telegram.” He seems to grow taller, somehow. “I don’t appreciate being treat-”

SSSSHHHRRRIIIIEEEEK!

That sounds bad.

It must be, at least a little-Sionis turns around now and goes to his office window. A second later, he opens it and roars, “What’s going on down there?”

Now, with the window open, the screaming is a lot louder. She’s about to demand that he either go down there and help or finish up here when Dick and Jason decide they want to get involved and bolt, pounding downstairs and emerging a few seconds later on the work floor.

Shit-oh. Oh, dear God.

The problem is…one of the machines. She’s not sure what it does, but it goes round and round at a terrible speed, and it’s…there’s a little girl, nine, ten, no older than Jason. She’s caught in it and it keeps slamming her against the cement** and she’s still screaming.

And then the screaming stops, but the machine’s still going, or trying to, and underneath the horribly whirring and grinding she can hear the snapping of bones. The floor is red, now, and there’s something squishy that keeps getting spread all over the place and she’s going to be sick-

Dick and Jason have come to a stop at the edge of the crowd. Somebody finally manages to get the machine shut down and…God, that little girl’s barely even…her skirt. That’s all. That’s what got her caught and that’s all that’s recognizable anymore.

“Get that cleaned up and get back to work!”

Dick’s mouth is opening and Dove’s finally close enough to grab him.

“Don’t.”

“But-”

“We’re leaving. Don’t antagonize him.”

She doubts Sionis even realizes they’ve gone-he’s still shouting from his office when the door finally shuts behind them. Jason, for once, is silent, pale and shaking and pressed tightly against Dick’s side.

“What is that place?”

“Now you know why I said you don’t wanna come.” She rubs her nose and tries and fails to unhear the screaming and the snapping. “You don’t go in there. You don’t come back here. Is that clear?” Frantic nodding from the both of them. “Roman Sionis used to be in charge of Gotham until Penguin arrived. Now he makes smuggling boxes at that mill.”

Silence. Dick’s clutching Jason like a doll and Jason’s not even pretending to complain. Outside, the sun’s setting and Dove sees nightmares on the horizon.

“Penguin’s visiting his mother tonight,” she says on a whim. “You boys can stay in the guest room, he won’t mind.”

“You’re sure-”

“Yeah. Just don’t make a mess or vanish anything, huh?”

Olga raises an eyebrow when she herds them inside, but Dove just reminds her that she had to go see Sionis today and the eyebrow goes back down, only to be replaced with a grimace.

“What happened?”

“Accident with one of the machines. It…she just kept hitting the floor and it wouldn’t stop going around.”

“They saw?”

“Everything.”

And then the woman’s gone, moving upstairs with a silence that Dove always forgets she’s capable of. The boys will probably end tonight petrified that she’ll put them into the oven, but at least they’ll be warm.

And, more importantly, off the streets and out of range of Sionis’ ever-seeking fingers.

THE END

*‘Small/little red’.

**Actually happened (probably more than once). The accounts ain’t pretty.

#Gotham by Gaslight 'verse #Dickie Grayson #Jason Todd #Dove Marquis #mood whiplash #warning: child death #not Jason for once though so there's that #Roman Sionis

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Chapter 3: The Detective (Blue Moon Series)

A/N: Heylo everyone! It’s official, we’re back in business! Thank you all so much for being so patient with me, I feel like it’s been so long since the last time I posted for Blue Moon so I’m really glad I could finally get to it. ENJOYYYY LoVe U gUys <333

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Summary: Y/N McCall, Scott McCall’s younger sister, starts her first year at Beacon Hills High School when something unexpected happens to her brother. Her entire world is turned upside down and it is up to her to figure out how to juggle romance, schoolwork, friendship and the supernatural without risking her life (too much)

Warnings: teeny bit of swearing and angst I think?

Word Count: 4,7K

Chapter 2 & Chapter 4

Stiles and Scott waved goodbye to Y/N as they left the field.

“I still can’t believe I made first line.” Scott said, beaming. Stiles frowned and slowed his pace, his hands resting between the straps of his backpack and his collarbone, holding the rough material with his thumb and index finger.

“Yeah, crazy huh?” Stiles stated hesitantly. Scott turned to his friend at the remark and his smile disappeared.

“What is it?” Stiles almost looked surprised by the question, not thinking Scott would catch on to the reluctance in his voice.

“Nothing...I just-,” Stiles stopped walking,-“I don’t really understand what’s going on.” The boy with a buzz cut stopped talking when he realised his best friend wasn’t listening anymore, instead staring at his phone screen.

“Scott?”

“Sorry, I gotta go, we’ll talk later?” Scott asked without letting his friend answer the question before walking away at a quick pace.

“Sure...”

5:58 pm, McCall House

Carrie: wanna meet up at the school library? I wanna catch up on physics

Y/N looked down at her phone and her left eyebrow arched.

Y/N: you know I have a life right? it’s friday

Carrie: Oh please, what were you gonna do, binge-watch Friends?

The 15 year old looked back at her computer screen on which The Office was being displayed.

Y/N: actually no, I was kind of in the mood for some Carrell tonight...

Carrie: Please come help me? or at least keep me company. It’s quiet, and freaky over here

Y/N: what do I get for going?

Carrie: my undying love and everlasting gratitude

Y/N shook her head and started typing the words: not good enough when she received another text.

Carrie: and I’ll buy you tickets to go see your favourite band next time they’re in town...

Y/N: even if it’s All Time Low?

Carrie: I hate you

Y/N: I can live with that. I’ll be there in twenty minutes

Y/N grabbed her indigo coloured bomber jacket and her bag before slipping on her favourite black sneakers. She slid her phone in the back pocket of her jeans before shutting off the lights and closing her bedroom door. The brunette was walking past her brother’s room when she abruptly stopped, realising he was on the phone. She gulped and pressed her ear against the keyhole, trying her best to catch a bit of Scott’s phone call.

-Yep

…

-I don’t have much time, I’ve only got a couple hours before I have to pick up Allison.

...

-Stiles-...

Y/N’s senses perked up when she heard the name of her friend. Good, this conversation was going to get her some answers.

-Fine. I’ll be there in 5.

Her grin disappeared when she heard shuffling in the room and felt the doorknob shift against her stomach. She quickly jumped away from the door and walked away as quickly as possible.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” Scott asked, looking at his flustered sister.

“Nothing, just heading out for a little while!” she answered as naturally as possible.

“So am I, are you going out tonight? It is Friday night after all!” he asked, a wide smile etched on his lips.

“Um, no, just gonna study with Carrie. She sucks at physics so, thought I’d help out.”

“You suck at physics too though...” Scott stated, obviously a little confused.

“Hey, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Y/N said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Actually, I think in this case it might,” answered Scott jokingly.

Y/N chuckled and decided to start investigating right then and there.

“Are you going out tonight?”

“Um yeah I’m going out, I’m going to a party actually.”

“Is Stiles gonna be there?”

“I, uh, I hadn’t really thought of it actually, but yeah, he probably will be.”

“What do you mean you hadn’t thought about it?” Y/N asked, confused by his odd choice of words.

“Well, it’s just, I’m not going to the party with him.”

“Oh, who are you going with?” Y/N tried to act as cool as possible, feeling her heart thump against her ribs.

“No one you know.” Y/N immediately frowned and straightened her back.

“Right, well I should get going, wouldn’t want to keep the science prodigy waiting.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow morning?”

“You know it!” Y/N clicked her tongue and raced down the stairs. Once she had left the walls of her house, she took out her phone and sent a text to Carrie.

Y/N: might be there a little later than anticipated...

6:23 pm, Stilinski House

Y/N had followed Scott right up to Stiles’ house. Y/N hid her bike behind a large bush on the edge of the house’s crawl space and waited for Scott to close the front door before walking up to it herself. She held the handle with her delicate right hand and opened the door as quietly as possible. Once she was inside, Y/N crept against the light green wallpaper in the hall and made a left to find Stiles’ room. She leaned against the dark brown door and pressed her ear against the wood as hard as possible. Muffled voices could be heard but they didn’t make any sense and the brown-haired girl huffed with impatience. Her brow furrowed as she tried to concentrate harder on the conversation going on inside Stiles’ bedroom, but despite her efforts, it was impossible to understand exactly what was being said. Y/N slowly went down to her knees and placed her head against the floor, getting her ear closer to the underside of the door. Her butt was sticking out in the air and her palms were pressed against the hardwood floor. The new position, while being comical also proved to be highly practical and Y/N could finally comprehend what the voices were talking about.

“-questioning people, even Derek Hale.”

“Derek Hale?” Y/N muttered to herself.

“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day.”

“Yeah! Yes. But that’s not it okay?”

“What then?”

“Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading-,”

Y/N didn’t understand. ‘What are they talking about? What bite? And why are they talking about that freak Derek Hale?’

Hundreds of questions filled her head and she bit her lip anxiously when suddenly a pair of black boots appeared in her eye shot and a familiar voice startled her enough to hit her head against the very tangible door.

“Can I help you Y/N?” the Sheriff asked her with a sly smile as she rubbed her head with her palm, praying that the two teenagers inside the room right next to them hadn’t heard the commotion.

“Sorry, I just, um, I um, dropped a penny, and um, I was just, leaning down to get it back...” She tried to lie her way through but the fact was she had been caught red handed, and by a man working with the law enforcement too.

“Y/N, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret...” He leaned in a little closer and put his hand on her shoulder. “I don’t care if you eavesdrop, as long as it’s on my son and not on me.” He winked at her and started to walk away before pausing and looking back at her as he squinted his eyes. “Especially if it’s on my son.”

She scoffed laughingly and he left the hall. Y/N shook her head and left the room as well, heading directly towards the front door and closing it shut behind her.

6:44 pm, Beacons Hills High School Library

“Are you serious? I texted you like an hour ago, where the hell were you?” Carrie asked, obviously angry at her flustered friend.

“Will you give me a minute, I rode my bike here so fast, I think I might have travelled to the future,” Y/N exclaimed as she let herself land loudly on a library chair, earning herself more than just a few annoyed glances.

“Oh that’s what the whole red cheeks thing is, I thought you were experimenting with makeup,” her friend said in a snarky way as she gestured towards Y/N’s sweaty face.

“Oh shut up.”

“Alright, will you please, for the love of God, help me now.”

“What are you seeing right now? With Mr...”

“Alto. And right now we’re talking about Archimedes’ principle.”

“Great...” sighed Y/N.

7:52 pm, Beacon Hills High School Library

“I swear to God, if I have to solve one more problem even remotely related to Archibald I’m gonna dunk my head in a toilet and then we’ll see about buoyancy,” Carrie exclaimed throwing a balled up sheet of paper in the nearest paper bin.

“Okay, first of all, Archimedes, not Archibald,-”Carrie shot her a glare,-“and second, I agree. My brain cells are so overworked, I’m seriously considering a brain transplant,” Y/N said as she rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand.

“Wanna come over? We could watch a movie, and you could meet my dad for the first time,” proposed her friend.

“Actually...I kind of needed your help with something.”

“What is it?”

Y/N smiled sheepishly and dug out a large notebook from her bag, which Carrie immediately recognized.

“Oh hell no, I am not spending another hour in this place just to help you uncover your brother’s dirty little secrets.”

“Hey come on! It’s not fluid-related!”

Carrie dramatically threw her upper body down on the desk in front of her and sighed in defeat.

“You’re a good friend,” Y/N stated as she patted the girl’s flame-coloured hair.

“Yeah, yeah, where do we start?”

Y/N opened her notebook and grabbed a pen from underneath Carrie’s body. “Would you mind, I don’t know, sitting up?”

Her friend lifted her middle finger as she leaned back against her chair.

“Okay, Stiles lied to me again last night.”

“Okay, I’m probably gonna regret asking this but, how do you know he lied to you?”

“He made two mistakes. The first one was touching his face when he lied and the seco-...”

“-Touching his face? What are you talking about?”

“Okay, when you lie, the nerves in your face twitch a lot, and because of that, you try to control it so the person you’re lying to won’t notice. So when you feel the tingling, you try to touch your face in various places to stop it. It’s kind of subconscious.”

“Oh. And he did that?”

“Yeah, he slid his finger under his nose, like this.” said Y/N as she mimicked Stiles’ gesture.

“Okay, what about the second mistake?”

“He answered my question with a question which is a really common way of trying to sell a lie.”

“Wait that works?”

“Not always, but most of the time yeah. The point is to make the person you’re lying to doubt himself so he won’t be concentrated enough to doubt you.”

“Huh. That’s really interesting. How do you know all of this?”

“Stiles gave me a book for my birthday last year: Pyschology For Dummies. Ironic huh?”

Carrie paused and started touching the edge of her chair with her delicate nails, her eyes staring into an abyss.

“What are you thinking?”

“Well, I mean, fine let’s say they are lying to you. What could they possibly be lying about? Aside from the whole getting home earlier thing.”

“I think it’s got something to do with Scott. I overheard a bit of their conversation earlier and Stiles seemed really anxious. Or at least more than his usual self.”

“What were they saying?” inquired Carrie, puzzled.

“I don’t know actually. I overheard them talk about Derek Hale, this guy who lost his family in a house fire. He’s kind of a freak, never talks to anyone. Which is why, I’m having trouble understanding why they were talking about him.”

“Well I mean that’s probably nothing.”

“There was something else though. It sounded really serious, plus he mentioned something about a bite.”

“Who did?”

“Stiles. He was rambling like he usually does and out of nowhere I hear the word “bite”, I mean how weird is that?”

“Very weird.”

“I want to figure out what they’re hiding but, I don’t know how.”

“I get it, it’s like when my mom was cheating on my dad and I tried to snoop through her phone to find proof. She always changed passwords so I could never access it, it’s super frustrating.”

“Of course! Carrie you’re a genius!” exclaimed Y/N, immediately jumping out of her seat and hurriedly shoving her notebook back into her bag.

“I am?” asked Carrie.

“Gotta go, talk later, thanks!” yelled Y/N as she rushed out the doors leaving her confused and irritated friend alone in the library filled with glaring students.

8:09 pm, McCall House

Y/N rode like her life depended on it, passing by lampposts, pedestrians and trees, flashing past buildings and houses, the crisp night air coating her face and making her long brown mane whip behind the void behind her. The sun was setting and the beautiful orange sea above her darkened slowly as she reached her house. She practically threw her bike on the front lawn and made the door fly open before racing through it and running up the stairs.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, straining her ears.

“Mom?”

“Care to explain why you’re running across the house like a lunatic?”

“Mom is Scott here?”

“Uh, no. You just missed him, he took my car and headed to a party.”

“Which way did he go?” exclaimed Y/N as she ran back towards the front door.

“Um, right I think. Why?”

“Gotta go, sorry mom!” she yelled before shutting the door and grabbing her bike hurriedly, tripping over her shoelaces and hitting her head on the floor in the process.

“Dammit…” she groaned, the searing pain in her forehead quickly spreading. She lifted her leg over the seat of her bike and pressed her feet on the pedals, big grey eyes looking straight ahead.

“Please don’t be too far…”

Y/N kept riding as fast as physically possible, so fast even, that she felt like she was flying across Beacon Hills. Finally, she spotted a dirty black car up ahead. She immediately slowed down, her gaze resting on the familiar driver’s plate. The car in front of her had stopped in front of beautiful house so big, it looked like a mansion. Its front door opened slightly, revealing a beautiful brunette Y/N immediately recognized as being the girl from a few days ago, the one her brother had been ogling for what had seemed like hours. She really was gorgeous, her wavy brown hair was slightly tucked behind one of her ears and she was wearing the nicest navy blue top Y/N had ever seen. As the girl entered Scott’s (or rather his mother’s) car, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder how the hell someone like her had noticed someone like him. Scott was attractive sure, but he was very low on the scale of popularity. How had his image changed so suddenly in just a couple of days? She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. The car engine started up again and the slightly shivering fifteen year old straightened her back in anticipation. Here was how it was going to go down:

Y/N was going to follow Scott to the party he was going to with the new girl where no one would notice her because everyone would probably be too drunk or too busy making out with someone to even bother talking to her. Then, she would steal her brother’s cellphone and read his texts. It was the only way to really figure everything out.

8:27 pm, Sophomore Party

Y/N’s heart jumped with excitement as the thumping steady beat of music reached her ears. She gasped as she hid her bike in the bushes next to the huge house in front of her. So this was what a high school party looked like.

Slurred conversations between drunk teenagers could be heard from miles away, the music was so loud she could feel the rhythm seep through her body and the stench of alcohol, sweat and stuff she’d rather not think about immediately filled her nostrils as she walked inside the mansion, bumping against people trying to shove their way through the tight crowd. Y/N tensed when she recognized Jackson in the corner of the main room surrounded by his lacrosse buddies and she backed out of it, opting for the kitchen instead. Contrary to her hopes, it was just as crowded in there as it was in the hallway and she had trouble walking around without risking getting walked over and pushed aside.

Getting frankly frustrated with the lack of mobility in the room, she huffed and pushed back against the asshole who’s back was pressed against her small body. The guy turned around and she turned beet red when she realized it was none other than Stiles in the flesh.

“Oh crap…”

“Y/N what are you doing here?”

“I’m n-not, I’m not here,” she stuttered as she tried to move away.

“And I’m Santa Claus,” he replied sarcastically. “Seriously, did your mom let you come here?”

“Um, I don’t, uh I-,” she tried to form full words but the absurd volume of the music was so high she could barely hear herself and she groaned harshly. “Just, come here,” she yelled before grabbing his wrist and pulling him out of the room with all her might. She practically shoved him in the back of the hall and sighed a little, the noise just a little lower there.

“I’m here but Scott can’t know.”

“Why not?”

“Because-…” Y/N turned her head and noticed the new girl in the main room dancing next to Scott. “-because Scott’s on a date, and I wanted to see the girl.”

“Right, Allison…”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving the afore-mentioned brunette. Y/N looked back and squinted at her, then turned back to Stiles and her eyes widened.

“Oh my god.”

“What?” His attention immediately was brought back to her and she stared at him, her mouth wide open in shock.

“You like her!”

“What?”

“You like her! That’s why you guys have been so secretive, Scott and you have a crush on that girl and you guys didn’t want to tell me there’s tension between the two of you! You like her!”

“I-I’ve never even talked to her, I don’t like her!”

“Then why are you looking at her like that?”

“I’m not, I’m looking at Scott.”

“Scott? Why are you looking at Scott?”

“No reason, just forget it okay? I gotta go.”

“Stiles! Stiles!” she yelled after him, but he didn’t turn around as he walked out onto the patio.

“Fuck me…” she said angrily as she looked at his back swaying slightly.

“Oh baby, I’d love to…”

She immediately jumped and swiveled around, backing against the wall as she came face to face with a tall and bulky blond guy who looked way over sixteen years old. She cowered a little and tried to walk away but he placed both palms against the wall on either side of her head, closing in on her.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked angrily as she attempted to push him away, the action done in vain.

“Oh come on baby, you look like a deer in headlights,” he murmured huskily, his face inches from hers. His breath reeked of cheap beer and vodka and she winced when she felt his hands rest on her hips. Immediately, she tried to grab his hand and push him off of her but he was way too strong and heavy for her to fight. Still, she struggled against him as he started sucking on the tender skin of her neck and her heart stopped. This had gotten way too real, way too fast and she had trouble breathing as he dragged his lips roughly on her collarbone and tugged at her sweater. Then in a flash, he was pushed off of her and she wheezed, finally realizing that her lack of breathing had been due to his crushing weight pressed against her. Opening her eyes as she tried to catch her breath, she saw Scott standing in front of her and pressing the drunk bastard who had been feeling her up against the back wall of the hall. She gasped as the saw her aggressor struggle behind Scott’s white-knuckled hands and her eyes opened wide when she realized that her brother didn’t even seem like he was having trouble handling the guy.

Suddenly, he stopped and groaned. Her heart sank but the poor guy was terrified and he ran off, leaving her and Scott semi-alone if it wasn’t for the majority of the party guests. He groaned again, only this time, his hand flew to the staircase railing behind him in order to steady himself.

“Scott?” she asked worriedly, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a little. He groaned again, but it didn’t sound like it usually did, instead, it sounded like a faint growl. Y/N’s eyes widened as he pressed a hand against his mouth and pushed her away from him, heading in the direction of the front door.

“Scott!” she yelled after him, trying to push past the crowd. She then heard Stiles’ voice over the noise too, calling his name as well. Fiercely, she shoved people away and made her way through, immediately running after her brother.

“Scott!” she shouted after him as he slammed the door of their mother’s car shut and drove off in a fury. She rushed to her bike and rode as fast as she could to her house, ignoring the people sending her confused looks and glances.

9:38 pm, McCall House

“Scott?” yelled Y/N as she slammed the front door shut hurriedly. She ran up the stairs, her eyes straining to see the steps through the darkness.

“Scott! Scott what is going on with you? Scott! Answer me! Sco-…” she stopped dead in her tracks as she came face to face with his bedroom door, the sound of growling and groans coming from inside the room. Her fingers trembled as she slowly turned the doorknob, an awful pit in her stomach making her feel terribly uneasy. The door opened slowly and her entire body went cold when she saw Scott half-dressed, sitting in his bathtub, water pouring down his shaking body. Only he wasn’t the Scott she knew. He was a monster.

Brownish claws protruded from out his fingertips and his eyes were glowing, a goldish yellow burning deep into Y/N’s. His ears were pointy and hairy, so was his face and sharp fangs peeking through his mouth glistened as he looked up at her, the light coming from the lamp in the bathroom shining down on his changing body. She backed away, her eyes never leaving his as his chest heaved. He slowly got up and snarled at her then abruptly lowered his head and groaned loudly, the human side of him resurfacing for a few seconds. Scott dropped to the floor and yelled out as if someone was driving a knife in his side. Y/N’s walls immediately crumbled down and she rushed to his side, falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around her brother.

“Get away from me!” he yelled in an inhuman voice, baring his teeth. Instantly, Y/N fell back and shuffled on the floor until her back hit the tiled wall. He was unrecognizable to her, his kind and gentle expression completely annihilated, instead replaced by an animalistic snarl that terrified her to the bone. She was too scared to talk, or even to move, simply staring at him in shock and utter bewilderment. Suddenly, a loud and hasty knock interrupted his growling and he seemed to snap out of it, jumping up and half-blocking the door as Stiles’ head poked in.

“Go away.”

“Scott, it’s me. Let me in, Scott. I can help,” said Stiles worriedly.

“No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.”

Y/N looked up at Stiles’ face and her eyes welled up, fear rippled through her veins as she realized that he knew.

“She’s fine, all right? I saw her get a ride to the party. She’s totally fine!” Stiles shook his head as he tried to convince his friend to let him in. Then his eyes rested on her.

She was slightly wet, having just hugged her very wet brother, her eyes were reddish with worry and fright, her lips were swollen and she had never looked so afraid. Stiles went ballistic.

“Open the door! Scott, open this fucking door, right now! I swear to god, I can help okay, just open the fucking door!” he yelled as he pushed all of his weight against the door as hard as he could. Scott refused and pushed back, his strength tripled.

“Scott please, open the door! I can help, we can just-”

“It’s Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He’s the one who bit me. He’s the one that killed the girl in the woods!” exclaimed Scott and Stiles immediately stilled.

“Scott- Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party.”

Scott growled loudly and shut the door before swiftly walking towards his bedroom window before jumping out of it.

“Scott?”

Stiles opened the door as fast as possible and knelt down in front of a shaking Y/N when he realized Scott was gone.

“Oh my god, Blue, I am so sorry,” he said as he shook his head, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her in. She went limp in his arms and the shock slowly wearing off, she started sobbing, fat tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she tugged at him.

“Blue, listen to me, we have to go, okay? Can you stand? Please, be strong, for me, for me, get up, okay Blue?”

He helped her up but her legs were trembling so bad she immediately fell back down and cried out, hundreds of ineffable emotions washing over her in a heartbeat.

“Blue, please I can’t just leave you here, be strong for me, please get up,” he pleaded and if she hadn’t know any better, she’d have thought his voice was cracking under the strangling pain of seeing her fall apart like that. With all her might, she forced her legs to cooperate and she stood, with Stiles’ help of course. He draped his arm around her waist and helped her down the stairs as quickly as possible, all the while making sure she could follow his rapid pace. Finally exiting the now empty house, Stiles sat her down in the passenger seat of his mother’s old jeep and squeezed her hand as she just stared ahead, not knowing how to respond to the situation at all. The engine started.

10:26 pm, Argent House

Stiles stopped his car in front of the large house Y/N had seen just a couple of hours ago, before her whole world turned upside down.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back okay? Everything’s gonna be okay,” he said softly as he squeezed her hand again and looked her in the eyes, as if trying to convince himself. He left the car and ran up to the front door, pressing multiple times on the doorbell. A red-haired woman opened the door and looked him up and down. As far as Y/N could tell from afar, her best friend was saying something to the middle-aged owner of the house, probably rambling too according to the look on said owner’s face. That was when the brunette he was looking for appeared in the doorway and placed a delicate hand on the lady’s shoulder who was probably her mother and told her to go away; she did. Stiles stood there for a few minutes and she nodded a couple of times, eventually bidding him a good night and closing the large door in front of him. Stiles walked back towards the jeep and leaned against the door, right next to Y/N who’s state was slightly more composed. He took out his phone and called Scott.

No answer.

He tried again but to no avail and after a couple more times, he gave up, turning back to her. She had stopped crying but her expression was unreadable. He held out his hand through the open window and she took it which made the corners of his lips mouth quirk up slightly.

“What the hell was that?” she asked him coldly.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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The Cards: Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of past abuse by readers ex. People being rude just for the sake of being rude.

Word Count: 4,304

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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“I can honestly say, after everything that I have seen in the world, I didn’t think it was physically possible to feel this relaxed.” You smiled as Bucky reached over and pulled you to him in the spa’s infinity pool on the balcony of the Aria hotel. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gently brushed his wet hair back off his face.

“I told you we just needed a vacation. You’ve been working hard…” He shrugged as he absentmindedly ran his hands down your spine.

“Who would have thought looking attractive for a living would be so hard.” You giggled and cocked your eyebrow.

“I think the better questions is do you think the Russians would have thought their pet project would have turned around to become a bartender? Ooo! We could always move here and you could become a stripper. Bet Steve would LOVE that.” Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked pointedly as his shoulder.

“That’s not happening, doll.” You tilted your head as you ran your fingertips over his chest and shoulder.

“I think it makes you more perfect.”

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” You and Bucky both looked up at the woman from the front desk. She gave to a weak smile as she crouched down next to the pool to speak to you privately. “Your presence has been requested by a Mr. Miller. He says it’s important.” Your brow furrowed and you nodded as Bucky moved his hands to your hips and gently pushed you back.

“Wonder what that’s about.” Bucky said as the woman stood up and headed toward the doors to wait for you. You shrugged as you glanced around and got out of the pool.

“It’s getting late. Probably wants to know if we have plans for dinner yet or not.” You shrugged on a plush robe, humming a bit at the cloud like softness as you slipped on the provided, equally soft slippers. “Any ideas?”

“How are you even supposed to decide with all the choices here. There are…”

“Davie, I found the doggie… oh.” Your smile dropped as you stepped into the main hall just as Scott was running out of the elevator holding Chloe like she was the new lion king with your carrier slung over his shoulder.

“What do you mean you ‘found’ her?” Bucky asked as you looked at your friends while taking Chloe from Scott.

“Where’s Sara?” You asked hesitantly. She was the one responsible for Chloe for the day as you couldn’t leave her in the room long without a crate. David and Scott looked at each other nervously.

“Well…” David started with a slightly pained look on his face.

“She got just a teeny tiny, itty bitty bit too drunk…” Scott said as he pinched his fingers together.

“God, please tell me you did not lose Sara…”

“I mean… We were just…” You groaned as you cuddled your petrified, shivering dog to your chest.

“Really, guys? I told you she was unstable.” You growled as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“So much for all that relaxing.” Bucky mumbled as he shook his head.

“You two, wait here. We need to go get changed and I can’t afford to lose you guys either.” David nodded and went to reach for Chloe and you quickly moved her out of the way. “Oh no.”

“Boo, we’re sorry!” You nodded as you pinched your lips together.

“You’re paying for a make-up massage.” You said as you pointed to them. “What did mean old Uncle Davie do to you baby girl?” You asked Chloe as you headed back toward the lockers. She licked your face in response.

——

“How the hell are we supposed to find a single drunk girl in Vegas?” Bucky asked as you headed out of the Aria hotel. “I mean, this place was big in my day but now…” You shook your head as you dialed Sara’s number for the tenth time in 5 minutes.

“You two go check Thunder. She loves that show. We’ll head to the room and work our way…” You phone started ringing in your hand before you could hit send. You looked down at the 702 area code and your heart skipped a beat. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Attorney at Law?” Your stomach dropped.

“It is as long as you are calling me about Sara Marshall.” Bucky poked your arm and looked at you questioningly as you handed him the leash so you could plug your ear to hear better.

“I am. My name is Chief Sam Smith with the Las Vegas police department. We found your card in her wallet with the instructions to call you on the back. We picked up Ms. Marshall as she attempted to swim to the Treasure Island pirate ship…”

“Damn it, Sara…” You grumbled as you turned to glare at David. This wasn’t the first time Sara had gotten wasted in Vegas and tried to get on that pirate ship. Drunk Sara thought she was a siren. “You took her to TI?” David blanched and pointed at Scott.

“Ma’am, we don’t want to detain her as our records show she has done this before. She has also made it perfectly clear to us that her best friend is a lawyer who is going to sue our asses, her boyfriend has a metal arm and her husband is a… and I quote… ‘low life piece of shit who could die tomorrow with his low sperm count’.” You smirked and nodded at your best friend’s typical drunken antics.

“I’ll come get her. Thank you so much for understanding. She’s going through a rough divorce and I should have kept a better eye on her.” You whacked at Scott’s arm since he was closest and mouthed ‘cab’ as you pointed to the road.

“We understand. It’s still a little early in the day for us to start breaking out the drunk and disorderly collars and quite honestly, I’m retiring in a week and I don’t want to deal with the paperwork anymore.” You laughed as Bucky picked up Chloe and put her in the bag on your shoulder.

“I really appreciate it. I’ll be there in a minute.” You hung up the phone and looked at David. “Treasure Island? Really?”

“She said she wanted to change for dinner.” David claimed as you all headed to the road to get in the cab.

“What was she doing?” You smirked at Bucky as Scott held open the back door of the car.

“Drunk in Vegas Sara always thinks she’s a siren. We usually try to keep her on the opposite end of the strip.”

“We’ll meet you at the hotel. Not enough room for all of us.” You nodded at Scott as Bucky got in the cab and David gave the driver directions and some cash.

“So it looks like we are doing room service tonight.” Bucky shrugged and put his arm up on the back of the seat.

“I’m always OK with spending more alone time with you.” You smiled and leaned into his side as the two of you headed to the police station to bail out your friend.

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“(Y/N)!" Sara screeched as the tired looking, grey haired Chief Smith lead you to the back holding cell. “And Bucky! See, I told you they would come. I just knew it.” She turned toward the other woman in the cell and nodded her head vigorously. The woman mumbled ‘thank God’ as the door was opened.

“Sara…” You cocked your eyebrow at your friend as she looked around.

“Where’s my…”

“I have your purse.” You told her as Bucky stepped past you and picked Sara up bridal style. She cheered as she wiggled in his arms.

“You’re so strong. Isn’t he strong, (Y/N)? Look at all these muscles…” She poked as his chest, drunkenly as you thanked the police officer who handed you her shoes, purse and jacket.

“I should be thanking you for getting her out of here for us. She’s been an… interesting house guest.” You pinched your lips and gave him a small smile in understanding.

“Oh trust me, I know.” You followed after Bucky as Sara babbled on, slurring away about her first day in Vegas.

“Chloe! Wait where’s the baby?!” She suddenly shouted as she twisted and tried to get put down.

“We have the baby don’t worry, doll.” Bucky said as he stepped outside. Sara settled down a little bit, mumbling incoherently as you opened the back door of the cab and slid in. You helped your boyfriend get your best friend into the cab and she immediately laid across the seat with her head on your lap. Bucky closed the back door and got in the front as Chloe popped her head out of the carrier on the floor.

“I would have been a good mommy.” Sara said as tears welled in her eyes. She reached down and brushed her fingers over Chloe’s nose. “That’s all I ever wanted… to be a mommy. Now I’ll never have the chance.” She burst into tears as you ran your fingers through her hair.

“Hey… never say never, sweetheart. There is always time…” She shook her head as she continued to pet Chloe.

“No, there won’t. I’m almost thirty! No one want’s an old hag!” You smiled and shook your head.

“That’s not true baby. You don’t know what the universe will bring you. You never know…”

“Oh, because the universe is gunna drop another one of him off at my feet?” She slurred as she pointed toward the front seat. You glanced up at Bucky and gave him a weak smile as Sara went back to petting Chloe.

“You never know, honey. But getting drunk and trying to swim to a pirate ship isn’t going to answer those questions just like it didn’t last time.” She looked up at you and smiled weakly.

“I was trying to find the mermaids… they grant wishes, you know.” You nodded as she rolled her head back and looked at your dog. “I just wanted to wish for a baby.” Your heart broke for your best friend as the cab pulled up to the Mirage. You paid the driver as Bucky got out and picked up Sara. She passed out almost instantly. You grabbed Chloe and Sara’s personal affects and followed your boyfriend into the hotel.

“I wish there was something we could do.” Bucky said as he stepped into the elevator. You nodded as you put Chloe down on the floor so she could walk.

“You and me both, baby.”

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“I’m never drinking again…” Sara groaned as she rolled to her back next to you in the king sized bed. You knew better than to let her sleep alone after a binge. The last time you did, she almost burned down her apartment building trying to make French fries by throwing water on an oil fire.

“Sweetheart, you say that every time…”

“Yea, but this time I mean it.” She looked over at you and your still mostly asleep boyfriend. Tears well in her eyes as they darted up to look at Chloe, who was asleep on the pillow above your head. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry…” You shook your head as you wiggled out from under Bucky’s metal arm and pulled your best friend into a hug.

“Hey… don’t worry. We got her back in one piece. We got you back in one… really drunk piece.” You pulled back and cupped your friend’s cheeks in your hands with a smile. “S, we came on this vacation for this exact reason. You were married for ten years. I know you put on this front for everyone but you and I both know I am the only person you can’t hide from with that shit.” She nodded as you brushed her hair out of her face. “We are gunna get through this together. You are not alone here and you never will be.” She nodded as a smile cross your face. “But can you do me a favor? Can you, like… not try to swim to find the mermaids next time?” She burst out laughing as you wiped her tears away.

“Do you know they don’t even have that siren show anymore?” Your brow furrowed as she nodded. “I'm serious. Now they have some Avengers walk through.” You felt Bucky prop himself up behind you.

“A what?” Your brow furrowed as you looked at your friend.

“I was drunk, sorry. I didn’t really pay attention to it. I just saw the sign.” You rolled back slightly and looked at Bucky.

“Do you want to go check it out?” You could see the slightest bit of panic in his eyes as he looked down at you and you quickly rolled onto your back sensing a slight panic attack coming on. They didn’t happen often but when they did, they were intense. You cupped your hand on his jaw as he fisted the t-shirt of his you had on in his hand.

“What if…” You shook your head as you raised your other hand and brushed his wild hair back.

“Hey, we don’t have to go. It’s no big deal.”

“It could fill in the holes he has though.” Sara said as she rolled onto her side. You whipped your head over and glared at her as Bucky squeezed his eyes closed.

“Not helping.” You hissed. “It could also trigger. They aren’t 100% sure of the fix…” You could feel Bucky start to shake ever so slightly; the way he did when he had his nightmares. You knew his fear of returning to the monster HYDRA created was in the forefront of his mind. You motioned for Sara to leave as you looked up at your boyfriend. “James, look at me. Right here baby.” You soothed as Sara closed the bedroom door behind her.

“I can’t be that…” You shook your head as you used your legs to roll Bucky onto his back so you could put your full weight on him to ground him.

“Hey, now. I won’t let that happen. Look at me.” You brushed your finger along his nose as Chloe, sensing Bucky’s distress, made her way over to her daddy for extra comfort. He jumped when she touched her wet nose to his temple. “You’re OK baby. Come back to me. Right here.” When his grayish blue eyes met yours, you could see the fear in them. Fear that he would turn back into the Winter Soldier again. Fear that he would lose you and the family he wanted so desperately. Fear that he would hurt you.

“I love you.” He whispered for the very first time as he reached up and moved a strand of your hair back behind your ear. “I can’t lose you.” You smiled at him and nodded in absolute agreement.

“I love you, too. And I’m not going anywhere.” You leaned down and kissed him gently as he wrapped his arms around your waist; clinging to you like a life raft as he tried to ground himself. You pulled back and leaned over to the bedside table to grab the bag of crystals you always had with you. You pulled out a labradorite point and laid it on his chest over his heart.

“If you want to fill in the gaps, we can go fill in the gaps. If you don’t, we don’t. Simple as that.” You said softly as you rolled the point back and forth. With each swipe to your left, Bucky inhaled; exhaling as you rolled it to the right over his heart. He nodded as he closed his eyes; forcing himself to focus on the here and now like you had taught him. You felt his body relax under you slowly and his grip began to loosen on your waist. After a couple minutes, his hand started stroking your back as he opened his eyes and looked at you.

“I love how you can do that.” You smiled at him as you continued to roll the point over his chest.

“That’s my job, baby. I keep you sane.” He smiled weakly as he reached up and scratched Chloe’s head when she began to gently kiss his face.

“I really love you.” He said as he ran his metal hand under your shirt along your spine. You shivered slightly and his smile got a little bigger. “Sorry.” You shook your head as you rolled the point over his heart and let it rest there.

“I really love you. Every single part of you.” You leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss; pulling away with a laugh when Chloe started to lick your face. “Alright, pup. We’re up.” Bucky moved his hands to your shoulder blade and held you to his chest before you could move to get ready for the day.

“I wanna go… but can we call Steve to come?” You nodded as you brushed his hair back behind his ears.

“Anything you want, Bucky.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this, Buck?” Steve asked as he waited with you, Bucky, Sara, and Natasha Rominoff for the Marvel walk through to be closed down for the night. Bucky shook his head as he rolled the labradorite point between his palms; the edges clicking softly along the metal plates of his left hand. You lightly ran your hand on his back just to let him know you were there.

“Are we sure this is a good idea? This isn’t exactly…” Natasha started to say. You looked up at her to say something but Sara cut her off instead.

“He has the right to know. If this gives him closure or fills in the gaps then it’s worth it to us.” Natasha nodded as Scott walked over.

“So the exhibit has been cleared. I got you guys an hour.” You thanked your friend as a woman who worked at Treasure Island held open a door for you. Bucky looked up as his hands froze.

“’til the end of the line, pal.” Steve said as he put his hand on his friends shoulder. Bucky nodded and took your hand in his right hand, trapping the crystal between your palms. He took a deep breath and nodded as the group of you headed into the exhibit. The attraction started with a little show, welcoming you to S.T.A.T.I.O.N, the make believe Avengers Scientific Training and Tactical Intelligence Operative Network.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Natasha mumbled as the woman, Agent Hill informed you of your ‘mission.’ You didn’t pay much attention to it as you gently rubbed the back of Bucky’s hand. He jumped ever so slightly when the lights kicked on and two doors slid open in front of you.

“I’m right here.” You said softly as you followed Nat and Sara into the room.

“Don’t let go.” Bucky said as he followed Steve. You promised him you wouldn’t as you looked around the first room. You were slightly stunned to see Steve’s face everywhere.

“This is a little creepy.” Nat said as she looked at a wall comparing the stats of before and after Steve had his super soldier procedure.

“You’re tellin’ me.” Steve said. You strolled past a display of one of Captain America’s old suits and froze. You felt Bucky tense as he looked at his face plastered everywhere. You stepped in front of him and touched your fingers to his jaw. You waited until he looked at you and you smiled at him.

“We’ll go one panel at a time, OK? Little by little.” He nodded as you gently pulled him toward the first panel on your right. You watched his eyes dance over the information; his hometown, family information, and his birthday. He reached up and ran his metal fingers over a photograph of him and Steve as young men.

“Summer before college.” He said with a slight chuckle. “My mom took this photo.” You smiled up at him as he looked at pictures of his childhood. After a few minutes, he nodded and moved on to the next panel. “I was scared out of my mind the day I got drafted.” He said as he looked at the photos of his squadron, the 107th infantry regiment. “But I worked my way up through the ranks…”

“They have your tags.” Steve said. You turned around to the other wall that had the same information as the wall you were looking at. “The real ones. The ones I found in the train…”

“Get them; I want them.” Bucky said as he looked back at the photos. You heard the employee try to protest as Steve broke the glass to the display case but Natasha simply shook her head.

“We’ll replace them with mock tags in the next 24 hours.” Nat said as she grabbed the tags from Steve and brought them over to you. You nodded at her in thanks as you held them out to him. He picked them up and gently dropped the chain over your head.

“Wear them.” You looked up at him and he nodded as he took a deep breath and stepped in front of the next panel. “I remember the war…” His eyes slightly glazed over as he looked at the panel of information of his time as a prisoner of war and Steve’s rescue. “I remember being captured, the beatings, HYDRA’s tests…” His grip on your hand got a little tighter and you turned so you were standing in front of him.

“Hey… stay with me, baby. Right here in Vegas.” You touched his cheek and gently scratched your nails against the scruff on his cheek. It took a moment before he looked down at you and nodded.

“I’m here.” He said softly as he put his metal hand on top of yours. You gave him a reassuring smile as you drummed your fingers on his cheek. You took a step back and rubbed his arm as he moved onto the next panel. “I remember the fall…” You looked up at the panel and read ‘The Howling Commandos’ title. “I remember thinking ‘I hope I die quick’. I remember bits and pieces after that; being rescued, the surgery for my arm…” His voice fell off as his eyes scanned the information on the wall; filling in blanks.

“I remember every single kill. It was almost like they programmed me to turn into me after a kill so I would remember their faces. When I would come back, they would scrub me and put me back in cryosleep. But the sane part of me always found it’s way back. They made more Winter Solders but they were taken out…”

“Recently… I remember that.” He nodded in agreement as he moved onto the second to last panel— his current life. You scanned over the information about the Sokovia Accords and the Civil War. It touched briefly on the reversal of the brainwashing in Wakanda and Bucky’s innocence and current positive standing within the Avengers and the government.

“It’s weird… to see my life laid out like this.” He said as he looked at his current stats; height and weight, his physical capabilities and the metal his arm is made up off.

“You alright, pal?” Steve asked as Bucky glanced back at the panels. His brow furrowed.

“I’m a monster…” You felt his grip on your hand loosen and you quickly moved and grabbed his chin.

“Look at me.” You snapped, a little harsher than you meant to. Steve said your name warningly as you gave your boyfriend’s chin a slight shake. “James.” His tear-filled gray eyes met yours and you shook your head. “That is not you.” You said as you pointed back at the wall behind you. “This is.” You stepped to the side and pointed to the last line of the last panel. “In good standings. That is James Buchanan Barnes. Not the Winter Soldier. This…” You said as you laid your flat hand over his heart.

“This… is the man you are. The man who turned his first date with a complete stranger into a weekend sleep over just to help her walk again. The man who takes Chloe out in the mornings without a word of complaint when I don’t want to get out of bed because its cold. The man who defended the honor of the woman he loves in the airport and almost got arrested without a single though for himself. That is who you are.” He shook his head as his eyes darted back to the Winter Soldier panel.

“I can’t…” You felt him wrap his hand around the crystal in his palm and you let him pull away from you.

“Buck…” Steve said as Bucky walked toward the exit door. Steve moved to follow him and you reached your hand out and gently grabbed his arm.

“Let him go. He’ll come back.” Steve looked at you unbelievingly as Bucky shoved the door open and headed down the stairs; pulling his baseball cap and glove on to conceal himself like he usually did. “He always comes back to me.”

“Let’s finish this walk through.” Sara said as she reached out and grabbed Steve’s hand. He looked over at her and gave her a small smile as you took one final look at the James Barnes section of the exhibit. You reached your hand up and ran your fingers over the engravings on the metal dog tags that now hung around your neck. With a heavy sigh, you looked at the door Bucky had gone through one more time before following after the rest of the group.

Part 7

#Bucky x Reader #The Cards

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mintaka14 · 3 years

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Warning Drums

Black vultures circling the sky

Feels like the end of the world

But it’s only the beginning

[Black Vultures: Halestorm]

The tension in the dark and cramped watch house was palpable, but Marin didn’t have the energy to deal with it. She concentrated instead on the task of pulling the remaining gold pins from her hair and untangling the beaded headdress.

The ruby eye of the firebird winked at her from the head of one delicately wrought pin as she dropped it onto a nearby shelf. She was going to be leaving a fortune in gold and jewels here; hopefully it would make up for the armour they would be taking.

With some difficulty, she persuaded her tired arms to lift a coat of mail over her head, and it covered her down to the shins. Beyond that, her feet were buried in the golden firebirds and red silk of her ceremonial robes.

“Can I have your knife?” she asked Daisuke.

“What?”

“Your teeny tiny knife,” she repeated with exaggerated patience, and he handed it to her. She stabbed the point through the fabric and started sawing at the edge of her robe.

After a few minutes, there was a nasty ripping sound as Marin tore a swathe of silk off the bottom of her gown, leaving a ragged mess. She looked down critically. Most of the brilliant red and gold was hidden by the armour now. Her fantastically embroidered slippers were still a bit of a giveaway, in spite of the streaks of mud and blood that dimmed the gilt threads, but it would have to do.

“At least I can walk without tripping now,” she muttered, rolling the torn red and gold silk into a rough bundle which she shoved onto the shelf beside the headdress. Jing Yun handed her a leather thong which she used to tie back her hair. She tucked it under a helmet that was a little too big for her.

Zifeng was regarding a coat of mountain link armour with fastidious distaste.

“If any of my family’s troops let their equipment get into this condition, our captain would have them flogged,” he said darkly. Marin shot him a look that Zifeng didn’t see as he reluctantly shrugged out of his long silk outer robe. Zifeng carefully folded the robe and slid the coat of mail over his equally pristine tunic and trousers. He belted his own sword over the leather and cloth stomach guard.

“It’ll have to do,” Jing Yun said finally, shrugging his heavy shoulder pauldrons into place. He looked at Marin. “Just make sure you stay back as much as possible, Marin. Those ceremonial robes of yours are a bit obvious, and if anyone looks too closely they’re going to realise that you’re a girl, but we just have to get you as far as the ship. Do you really have to take that basket with you?” he added plaintively as Marin reached for the basket of books.

She frowned at him. “I’m not leaving the books behind.” But Daisuke hefted the basket before she could get to them.

“Jeez, lady, could these be any heavier?” he complained.

“Those chronicles are the only thing I can think of that might get us home again.” She tried to grab the basket back, but he swung it out of reach over his shoulder.

“Fine, I’ve got them,” he said, and gave her a grin. “You owe me.”

“Am I supposed to be grateful?” she asked sarcastically, and his grin grew wider. When she looked up, Zifeng was watching them with an impassive face. He turned away without saying anything.

The raucous sound of crows suddenly broke through the noise of the street and the steady thunder of the warning drums that were still rumbling through the air.

“Time to go,” Zifeng said grimly.

The four of them jogged briskly through the streets, taking a more direct route now, and Marin had to work hard on not turning to look up at the sky that was filling high above with dark wings and ear-shattering noise. Most of the traffic in the street ahead of them had cleared, and there was the slam and thump of shopkeepers pulling down their umbrellas and awnings. A man hurried past them, his back hunched under the pole he carried balancing two wildly swinging baskets full of greens, but no one stopped them or paused to give them a second glance.

Daisuke fell into step beside her.

“Interesting company you’re hanging out with,” he said. “An Imperial Princess, a lady doctor, a crack-shot archer, a guy who can magic combat plants, an angry trainee monk.” He nodded at Zifeng in front of them. “A lord?”

“Zhao Zifeng is second cousin to the emperor, and son and heir of the Marquis Zhao,” Marin told him. Zifeng ignored them.

“And, what, an assassin?” Daisuke asked teasingly. Jing Yun glanced back over his shoulder.

“I have never accepted payment for killing anyone in my life,” he said mildly, and Daisuke grinned.

“Now, that’s a tricky answer. So, how did you all wind up together?” He turned back to Marin. “Does the Priestess get a complete Pokémon set or something?”

“Are you trying to be insulting?”

“Nope, just comes naturally.”

“Zifeng, Jing Yun and the others are the Suzaku Seishi, the seven warriors of the constellations, chosen by the god to help the Priestess summon Suzaku,” she told him a little coldly. “Every one of them has been willing to put their lives on the line for this.”

He was looking at her with that grin that was starting to make her want to hit him. “Looks like I hit a nerve.”

Marin turned her eyes firmly to the front, fixing them on Zifeng’s armoured back, and ignored him. The sun was rising higher in the sky now, and it felt like they had been walking through the streets of the city forever. Far above, Marin could still hear the tengu calling to each other, and she pressed a hand to her face as a wave of dizziness swept over her.

“How did you get here?” she asked Daisuke eventually, trying to distract herself. “Before you heard my voice, what happened?”

“Seriously?” Daisuke asked incredulously.

“Humour me,” she said flatly. “I’m going to guess you found a book.”

She saw his expression change.

“That old book on my desk?”

“It was on your desk?” It was her turn to feel odd. “That’s where you found it?”

“Where were you expecting?” he asked curiously, and she took a deep breath, trying not to pass out.

“That book is The Book of the Four Gods Sky and Earth, and the gateway to this world. This,” she gestured to take in everything around them, “is the Universe of the Four Gods, where the gods of the four cardinal points are real. Welcome to Hongnan, the southern country of the phoenix god, Suzaku.”

“So what are you doing here? What’s your role in all this?”

“Suzaku chose me to find the book and come here to act as His Priestess,” she said drily. “That’s what happens when disaster strikes in the Universe of the Four Gods, when there’s war or famine, or natural disasters. One of the four gods calls a girl from our world to come here and make three wishes that will restore the balance again.”

“So… no pressure.”

“Failure is not an option,” Marin muttered - her mother’s favourite mantra - and Daisuke looked at her curiously.

“Failure is always an option. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“The world will end,” she said, and he laughed as if she had made a joke. His eyebrows lifted when she didn’t respond.

“You were serious?”

“The Imperial army has been fighting a losing battle with the hordes of oni that invaded Hongnan a few months ago, the sky over Rongyao is filling up with tengu, and now there’s legion of monsters knocking on the city gates as we speak, wanting to raze everything to the ground, and there’s no sign of the god that was supposed to stop it, so yes, I was serious.”

Zifeng stopped abruptly, holding up a hand for their attention, and Marin staggered to a halt behind him. In front of them, the huge stone walls of the city loomed over the streets, and above the walls towered the monolithic mass of the Gatehouse. It dwarfed the buildings around it as its grey brick walls rose like a cliff up to the parapet far above, where tiny, indistinct armed guards ran back and forth. The Watchhouse rose still further over the parapet in layers of dark, curved rooves that looked out over the countryside beyond, and Marin gave a slight shiver. No matter how many times she saw it, she felt intimidated by the gatehouse, which she supposed was rather the point of it.

Her gaze dropped to the massive arch that tunnelled through the thick barrier of the Gatehouse, and the chaos of people and armoured guards milling around it. The imposing red wooden gates at the far end of that tunnel were very firmly shut.

Jing Yun strode forward, reaching into the tunic under his armour as four guards hurried to block their passage.

“Imperial message for the Harbourmaster!” he called out importantly. “Make way for the Imperial message!”

“Halt and present your orders,” the foremost guard demanded, and Jing Yun drew a sheaf of papers out, thrusting them at the approaching guards. Marin heard Zifeng swear softly as he caught a glimpse of the seal on the top document, and she raised her eyebrows a little at the profanity. They were all reacting out of character under the stress of the day.

“Where under the heavens did you get those from,” she heard him mutter under his breath to Jing Yun, who flashed a quick grin in response.

“I told you you’d need my skills,” he whispered back.

Zifeng stepped forward, every inch the commanding officer, and Marin tried to bite back a faint smile. Zifeng at his most imperious was always a thing to behold.

“You have our authorisation,” he snapped. “Is there any further need to detain us?”

The guard thrust the papers back at Jing Yun.

“Open the gate!” he cried, and there was a deep groan as the gates began to open. With a wave, he ushered them through, and Marin followed Zifeng and Jing Yun, fighting the urge to look back as the tunnel under the Gatehouse swallowed them. She tried to fix her expression into military sternness, and hoped that she didn’t look as wobbly on her feet as she felt.

The gates were within reach now, and they moved forward at a steady stride. Four more guards stood stiffly at attention, outlined against the bright sky beyond, and Marin could make out a further cohort just past the gates watching the road down to the harbour. She was suddenly very aware of the ragged red hem of her gown under her coat of mail, and the embroidered slippers on her feet. Surreptitiously, she edged closer to Zifeng, trying to put him between herself and the watchful eyes of the guards ahead.

They were closer now, then past the gates.

And she heard someone call out behind them, “Oi! What’s in the basket?”

They didn’t stop.

“Halt!” A guard at the edge of the road swung his spear down to block their path, and reached for the basket on Daisuke’s back. “Where are you taking those? The books and scrolls never leave the Palace or the Temple.”

As his hand landed on the books, Marin swung around and kicked the guard without thinking, and his hand dropped from the basket. That was also when he looked down and saw her slippers, saw the red silk, looked up and into her face under the oversized helmet. And tried to grab her. Clearly orders from the Imperial Palace had already reached the gates after the debacle at the Temple.

Zifeng’s sword was out of its scabbard and pressed to the man’s throat before the guard did more than brush her sleeve.

“Marin, move!” he snapped, backing up and forcing her to move towards the road beyond. Jing Yun grabbed her and broke into a run as the shout went up from the guards on the gate who had finally realised what was going on.

“The Priestess!” someone yelled. “Stop her! It’s the Priestess!”

She ran harder, pulled along by Jing Yun as her feet tripped over themselves and skidded a little on the uneven stones, and looked back over her shoulder just long enough to see Daisuke pounding the road close behind her, and Zifeng closing the distance with a cohort of City Guards behind him.

Somewhere up above, a crow shrieked, and there was a cacophony of answering calls. The tengu had seen them, and black wings swept closer through the blue sky.

“Jing Yun!” Zifeng shouted. “Now would be time!”

Jing Yun took a deep breath, his muscles tensing.

And disappeared.

Marin was still gripping his hand. She didn’t even bother to check and see if she was still visible as she felt a brief chill ripple through her. Daisuke had stumbled in shock when she and Jing Yun had vanished, and Marin reached back to grab his hand.

Daisuke dissolved from view.

Jing Yun pivoted them out of the way of the approaching guards, and as Zifeng raced past Jing Yun must have snagged him with his other hand and pulled him aside. The guards stumbled to a halt, milling around in disorder as the four people they were chasing all vanished.

The four of them backed away carefully, trying to stay silent as the cohort of guards fumbled, stabbing at the air with their spears and looking around fearfully. When the dark shadow of crows flitted over them and the noise of the tengu deafened the air, the men broke and ran for the city gates, leaving Marin and her warriors in frozen dread until the crows spun away again in search of their prey.

“Have they gone yet?” Jing Yun’s voice come out of nowhere. “I can’t keep this up for long.”

“Another useful skill,” Marin heard Daisuke say enviously, and Jing Yun chuckled.

“It’s come in handy,” the disembodied voice said. “Now, time to keep quiet and keep up, otherwise we’re tengu-bait.”

Beyond the walls of the city they hurried down the paved road running down the hillside to the harbour. Now that the city was under siege and the gates were closed, the last of the chaos was concentrated around the customs gates at the docks. It was choked with carts and wagons and baskets and people fighting to get through to the docks as the officials turned them away and tried to seal the harbour. Guards blocked the gateway, their spears crossed, as people pushed and shouted and argued.

Marin gripped Jing Yun’s hand as they wove slowly and carefully towards the gate, and felt Daisuke’s warm hand tighten around hers. A porter with a handcart bumped into her, and looked around in confusion.

“Wait for it,” she heard Jing Yun mutter under his breath to them. The noise of the crowd covered any sound they made. “Soon things will get messy when the crowd realises that they’re really not getting through. That’ll be the distraction we need.”

In that moment, a carter raised his voice, waving a sheaf of official looking papers at the guards as he grew angrier and demanded to be allowed through. More voices were raised, complaining about deliveries to the ships, goods waiting to be collected, cargoes spoiling. The crowd pushed forward against the crossed spears, and the guards shoved back as the customs officials hurriedly gathered their documents and writing tools and retreated to safety behind the pillars. The guards pushed forward more forcefully, and in the narrow gap created by the distraction Jing Yun moved forward, drawing the three with him. They slipped under the thick red columns of the dock gates.

The moment they were clear, Jing Yun drew them all into the cover of bales piled high on the wooden walkway, and he dropped his arms. The air shivered, and Marin held up a shaky hand, relieved to be able to see herself again.

Jing Yun gave a gasp and crumpled, his knees giving way, and Zifeng stepped up to catch him before he could hit the ground. Jing Yun was breathing hard, and his face was grey, and Marin ducked under his arm on the other side, supporting his weight. She and Zifeng half-carried and half dragged him between them, and Daisuke followed as they hurried along the busy dockside, dodging sailors and merchants and ignoring the odd curious glance. Towards the end of the board pier, Marin caught a glimpse of Meixing leaning out over the bulwark railing of a ship, waving at them, with Tian Zhen standing behind her, his arms folded.

The ship dwarfed the fishing junks around it, and there was a sleek elegance and sense of wealth about it that the larger trading ships lacked. Huge red sails fanned out smoothly above the deck, and swung ponderously to strain with the wind as the shouts of crew drifted down to them and the waves slapped gently against the timbers.

They passed under the watchful gaze of the vermillion bird painted on the hull, and Zifeng took the full weight of Jing Yun to manoeuvre him up the narrow wooden stairs leading up the side of the ship.

Marin followed more carefully as she picked her way up the uneven slope. She staggered with exhaustion and a sudden wave of dizziness, and felt Daisuke catch at her before she could tumble off the steep steps.

The moment she was on board, Zifeng turned to the captain

“Get us out into deep water, now. The tengu will not follow us there,” he ordered. The captain bowed briefly, and bellowed commands at his sailors. As the crew hauled in the ropes and cast off, Marin braced herself as the deck swayed under her feet and the ship slid slowly out of the harbour.

She turned to deal with her next problem.

In his blood-stained jeans and coat of mail, with that shock of unusual red hair turned to fire in the sunlight, Daisuke could not have looked more incongruous as he shrugged the basket of books from his shoulder and held it out to her.

“So we’ve all risked our lives for your book collection here. Where do you want me to put them?”

“Don’t you dare just dump them on the deck,” she told Daisuke, and fainted.

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Excitement and Fear

Summary: My submission for @kaitymccoy123‘s Spring has Sprung Challenge: “His ego is so visible I can almost watch it grow.”

Jim Kirk x Reader (reader has a phobia)

Color: White: Innocence, light, fragility, the mug you sip coffee from in the morning, perfection, the moment before a kiss, fear, cleanliness, an untouched snow fall

Word Count: 2749

Warnings: teeny tiny bit of angst, bit of fluff, needle phobia, panic attack, transfusion, attack, confusion, a couple of swears (shocker)

A/N: thanks to @writingwithadinosaur for Beta reading for me again (and offering to do it again and again in the future). Go check her out, she’s amazing!

Posted: 5/22/17

Avoiding medbay had become a routine for you. Working in engineering usually meant quite a few trips to medical; exposure to radiation, millions of moving parts, and clumsy coworkers all combined to make for a generally dangerous work environment. But whether through skill, or sheer dumb luck, you’d avoided medical visits for a long time. Longer than was allowed actually, but no one had caught you yet.

It wasn’t that you were avoiding the people there; if Christine and Dr. McCoy had been in any other profession, you would have been happy to consider them friends, but you and doctors don’t mix at all. So when an opportunity for an away mission came up, you jumped for it. Not only would you get a chance at some non-recirculated air, but you could avoid Dr. McCoy, Nurse Chapel, and their incessant nagging as well. The mission was a simple scouting trip, so it should have been just a few science officers, someone from engineering, and a security officer. But the Captain had claimed that he needed to go on this mission. You were pretty sure that he just wanted to be off the ship and escape his responsibilities for a while, but you played along.

Jim was a friend, a partner in crime; he also understood your desire to avoid Dr. Hyper-hypo. He may not have understood the reason why, but he helped you anyway. He also avoided check-ups and physicals, for his own reasons. But it was still nice to have someone who bothered to understand, even just a little. The fact that you had a school-girl crush on him was sometimes hard for you to ignore, but hanging out with him as friends was good enough for you.

Waiting for Captain Kirk to get to the transporter, you chatted to your superior and friend, Scotty. He reminded you to check in when you landed and to keep an eye on Jim for him. You both had a good chuckle at that, knowing that sometimes Jim was prone to wander off. You were still giggling when he came into the room, followed closely by Dr. McCoy who, by the sound of it, was giving him a hard time about something.

“Jim, you can’t just walk off a concussion, it’s serious.”

“I know Bones, I know. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a hypothetical situation. Relax.”

“Hypothetical my ass. “ the doctor replied stepping to the side, “Still don’t understand why you’re even going.”

“Cause I am the Captain, and the team needs me. Hey Dust.” Jim acknowledged you, as he walked away to talk to Scotty.

“Dust” had been Jim’s name for you since he met you in your first astronomy class at the academy. “Dust” is short for “Stardust”. He insisted that since everyone is made of stardust and he met you when you were both studying stars, it was only a fitting name for you. You tried to act like you didn’t like it, but it warmed your heart a little every time he called you that.

“His ego is so visible I can almost watch it grow.” Dr. McCoy grumbled, now standing near you.

You laughed in true then; you couldn’t deny that. The doctor looked at you then, as if he hadn’t realized who it was that he was standing by.

“Don’t laugh too hard Y/N. I’m gonna get you into medical when you get back. You’re about a year overdue for just about everything.”

“You gotta catch me first Doc.” you sassed as you walked onto the transport pad.

“Ya know, you could use my name,” he sighed.

“At least I don’t call you ‘Bones’,” you smiled at him as you turned to face the room, ready to beam down. Jim cackled as your bodies began to transport.

You were so excited for the mission; beaming to the surface of an icy planet, not knowing what you’d find. Your first steps left footprints in the surrounding snow, they were the only marks you could see. A smile lit your face as the science officers started running scans of the area. You could hear trepidation in their voices, but you weren’t worried or afraid. Cautious, as you were expected to be, but not afraid.

Perhaps you should have been.

While the planet was uninhabited by any humanoid life forms, there were apparently several, very large, very aggressive life forms calling it home. Life forms that, when threatened by a Starfleet scouting party, like to swipe at said scouting party with their sharp claws and clubbed tails. Since you all were only equipped with phasers, beaming back to the ship was the only option. The problem with that was that the call wasn’t put through fast enough. Kirk hadn’t even finished saying Scotty’s name when the claws came at his head again. He ducked as did most of the others, except the youngest science officer. You pushed him out of the way just in time while firing off a miraculous shot, hitting the creature right in its eye. The creature howled in pain and ran off with one last swipe of its massive tail.

“Good shot Y/N,” Kirk cheered as he rolled to his feet, a proud grin on his face. That grin slid away as soon as he saw you though.

Although you had hit the creature, it had scored an equally good hit on you; three deep gouges, right across your torso, shoulder to hip.

You vaguely registered Kirk calling Scotty again, frantically telling him to alert McCoy that you were injured. You weren’t sure when your back had hit the ground, but you thought you felt a warm touch to your cheek. Then it was all black.

...

The bright lights of medbay were burning through your closed eyelids, irritating your already pounding head. You knew you were in medical without even opening your eyes. The smell of antiseptic, the soft whir of the bio-beds and, the angry sounding southern drawl of the local CMO where all the clues you needed.

“No Jim, she isn’t awake. … No, there hasn’t been a change since you checked 5 seconds ago. … Damn it man, I’m a doctor not a miracle worker; I can’t make her wake up.”

“Maybe you are a miracle worker Doc.” you replied, voice scratchy and rough from your unintended sleep, “You woke me up just fine.”

“I take it back, she says I may just be. She’s up. … No Jim, you may not. I just said- and he’s already headed down here.” McCoy added, speaking to no one now that Jim had elected to come down to medical, regardless of the CMO’s protests. You chuckled lightly at his antics, pushing yourself into a sitting position, instantly regretting it when you felt your chest and abdomen protest. You groaned and Dr. McCoy turned to you, tricorder in hand and began scanning you.

“You’re gonna be sore for a few weeks Y/N. You took a hard shot to the chest and knocked your head. Had to regenerate quite a bit of tissue and you needed a transfusion. There’s a lot of deep tissue bruising still. You’re gonna need to take it easy.”

You winced. “This is your way of telling me I’m gonna stuck here for a while isn’t it?”

“‘Fraid so. Unless you can convince someone else to watch you in your quarters instead,” he responded, adjusting your IVs.

Your heart rate spiked. Up until that moment you hadn’t noticed the IVs in your arms. You knew that the shunts in your arms were not technically needles, but your irrational fear didn’t discriminate. That was the reason you avoided medbay and the Hypo-happy doctor who called it home. You had an intense needle phobia. And now, you couldn’t escape.

In your panic, you’d missed the Captain entering medical to a scene of confusion. McCoy trying to calm you while simultaneously barking at his nurses to get a sedative for you. Jim crossed the room, perched himself on the edge of your bed and took your face in his hands.

“Y/N,” he said in a calm but commanding voice, his “captain” voice, “you need to calm down, Dust.”

Your panicked brain heard him and your wide eyes met his.

“Listen to my breathing okay? Listen and try to match your breathing to mine.” He took exaggeratedly loud, even breaths for several minutes, long enough for you to calm down a little and explain the source of your panic.

“Well shit darlin’, I wish I’d known that earlier, but it’s not like there’s much I could have done about it.” You understood that a transfusion required needles. Intellectually, you knew there was nothing to fear, especially from Dr. McCoy, he’d never been anything but nice to you, even accommodating your dislike for medbay most of the time. But even though you knew all these things, your phobia would not be ignored. Your momentary calm had snapped, and you were hyperventilating again, Jim tried to calm you down, but it was like his voice was lost to you. Also lost to you was Nurse Chapel and her hidden hypo of sedative. She stuck you before you could notice her. Within moments, you had passed out, falling forward, slumping into Jim’s arms. He gently repositioned you, laying you back into bed, and then brushed the hair out of your face.

“How long do the IVs have to be in Bones?”

“Not much longer. If everything checks out, we can pull them later today. We’ll just have to make sure she’s getting enough liquids and be careful that she doesn’t become dehydrated. I told her she’d probably have to stay in here, but with that level of a reaction to needles, it may not be best for her,” Bones blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, looking at you back.

“What needs to happen?” Bones’ eyes darted to Jim when he spoke, brow furrowing for a moment before his face relaxed and he smiled slightly. He was surprised that Jim was so involved, but when he saw his friend’s determined face, he understood.

...

When you woke next, you were no longer in medbay, but swaddled in blankets in a room that was not your own. Blinking a few times to clear your eyes, you began to push yourself up, only to be stopped by a hand on your shoulder.

“Whoa, Y/N, lay back down,” Jim’s concerned face floated into your view. You grew more confused.

“Where am I? Whose…” you trailed off as you remembered; the mission, getting struck, medbay, your panic. Your eyes flew to Jim’s sea blue ones, shame and discomfort building, you looked away and down.

“First of all,” Jim spoke soothingly and used his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin so he could see your face again, “there’s no reason for you to be embarrassed; we all have fears. So yours is inconvenient; they all are, really. We were just surprised. We don’t judge you for a fear you can’t control. Bones says he can find ways to work around it. Honestly, I think he’s just glad you weren’t avoiding him cause you didn’t like him, he has a fragile ego ya know.” You smiled a little at that, remembering McCoy’s comment about Jim’s ego.

“Second, to answer your question, you are in my room. Bones said you needed someone to watch you if you left medbay. I volunteered, so we are in my room,” Jim paused, he hadn’t even considered taking you to your own room, he’d just taken you straight to his. Now he was questioning his impulse, “would you rather be in yours? We can move if you want.” You blinked a few times and tilted your head causing Jim’s fingers to leave your chin, he rested them instead on your upturned cheek. He’d volunteered? Your brow furrowed again; Jim chuckled.

“You’re wondering why I volunteered aren’t you?”

“Yep. You have way more important shit to be doing than babysitting an invalid, Jim. You have a whole ship depending on you.”

“Are you not a part of the ship Y/N?”

“Well yeah but-”

“And you need help right?”

“I do not nee-”

“Yes, you do. So this could be considered an extension of my duties really, but it’s not.” Jim’s hand stayed on your cheek, but he brought himself more fully into your view, now sitting perched on the bed as opposed to on the ground leaning over you as he’d been before.

“If it’s not duty, then why are you doing this Jim?” you asked, eyes looking back and forth between his, confused, but still… why would he be here, touching you, let alone spending so much time with you if he didn’t feel… No, you decided, closing your eyes and trying to turn your face away, but Jim countered; moving his other hand up to cup your other cheek, effectively forcing you to look at him.

“Why? Because I care about you, Y/N. I’ve always cared about you, probably more than I should have. We’ve always been close I know, but when I saw you hurt… Stardust, you passed out and I tried to catch you when you fell, but I was too far away. My heart was racing when I ran to you, and it almost stopped when you wouldn’t wake up. I got to you and you wouldn’t respond. I was so scared. You lost so much blood, Dust,” Jim’s eyes closed and he pressed his forehead to yours. You reached up and held his wrists in your hands, trying to comfort him. You could only remember how you felt during the Khan incident, when Jim had climbed into the warp core housing to save the ship, and died in the process; you had been shattered. Looking at Jim, you knew he understood that feeling now.

“I’m here. I’m here, and I’m okay. You got me back to the ship in time. McCoy fixed me up, and if I hadn’t seen the IVs, I would have been fine.” You moved your right hand from his wrist to his cheek, he nuzzled into your palm.

You both stayed like that for a moment before Jim moved. He removed his left hand to grasp your right, holding it to his cheek as he spoke.

“I’m here, helping you because I want to. I want to be with you as much as I can. I want to be there when you wake up, as you fall asleep, and every moment in between. I… I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” His eyes were still closed, his head still leaning on yours. He looked so vulnerable, you weren’t used to this side of him.

You thought you had seen everything from him; funny, angry, melancholy, happy, studious (albeit rarely). But this? This was new. Love. You did love him, had for a while, but pushed it back through everything. He needed you as a friend. You’d been there through Nero, Kahn, and the death of Christopher Pike. Hell you’d been there when he had died. Most recently, you’d been there when he was doubting himself, and thinking of leaving the ship, during Krall’s terror. He’d never indicated his feelings, at least not that you’d noticed. But then again, he clearly didn’t know how you felt either.

“Ya know, life would be so much easier if we all just talked about our damn feelings,” you groused, startling Jim into lifting his head from yours, almost pulling away from your hand and looking straight at you.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, you idiot.” You smiled at his relieved sigh. His whole body relaxed, his head dropping back down to meet yours, a small chuckle falling from his lips.

“Yeah, it would be easier. But I’m saying it now, and I’ll say it for as long as you’ll let me: I love you, Dust.” He began to lean forward a bit more, his eyes looking to your lips, you smiled as the hand you had on his cheek slid to the back of his neck and up into his hair. But before you felt the press of lips against yours, the door opened and a very loud, southern voice came from the doorway.

“How’s our patient doing to-- Damn it Jim! I told you to watch her, not hit on her!” Jim groaned, you laughed so hard your abdomen and chest burned.

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