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j-deny · 4 years

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Bury me in the backyard

Age: NC-17

Focus: femslash

Peering: Malachite/Opal; Malachite/Sugilite and other

Bury me in the backyard

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Chapter I

At the warehouse, next to the cargo port, which is located near the small city of Edison, founded somewhere in the middle of the nineteenth century, in Alabama, it was quiet and only the sound of the surf and the cry of gulls flying over the surface of the water rang out in the district. In addition, various cargo ships, from petrochemical products to construction materials, visited here at the port every two weeks thereafter. The structure itself had four berths and had about four hundred meters, which was quite acceptable for a small harbor. Judging by the appearance of the structure, it was built somewhere in the 60s and 70s, consisting mainly of coniferous wood. On a flat roof was a billboard about eight meters high rushing into the sea. “Welcome to Edison,” read a slightly worn inscription made on the billboard in the 90s, which depicted green hills and on one of them was a happy married couple waving, as if inviting visitors to visit this city.

And behind this shield stood a female figure in dark jeans and a black leather jacket, on the face was an arafatka hiding her face of the troublemaker. In her right hand, she shook a black spray can of paint, slightly shaking it. Approaching closer to the place of her future “Masterpiece”, she looked around cautiously so that an outsider could not detect her for the crime. Another moment, and she started her own business by spraying spray paint.

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Having finished working on a new creation, she gently stepped aside to contemplate her art.

On the back of the shield, which was given away by antiquity, a woman was depicted in years. Marygold Diamond, in this city she was a well-known businesswoman and CEO of one of the subsidiaries of Homeworld Inc., which indicated her solvency. The street arter was pretty good at completely depicting the woman's facial features: a triangular-shaped face with a pointed chin, puffy lips, wrinkled cheekbones, hollow cheeks, blonde hair under a bob-car. Only the iris was unnaturally yellow and slightly tinted eyelids. The image itself smiled maliciously, holding two large bags with the dollar emblem with both hands.

After examining her next work, her lip corners rose slightly, feeling satisfaction from the work done.

“If art is a crime, then ... the girl, not having time to finish her thought like that, only the police siren rang out - Shit! - the girl cursed, bending down at lightning speed, hoping that the policeman did not notice her. She began to think how to quickly get out of the roof and hide from pursuit. After a little thought, she quickly drew up an escape plan - for a start you need to get inside the storage rooms, exit through the back door, and try to hide in the Red Rocket diner located three hundred meters from the warehouse. Deciding that she would do so, the girl crawled to the roof window, she lifted the hatch and dived into the darkness of the warehouse.

Gently landing on one of the drawers and trying not to attract attention, she carefully began to get close to the open door of the back door, which is the only source of lighting. The complex itself was poorly lit, due to the fact that the light source was in another room, so I had to navigate in the dark. Canned food products brought from different parts of the world were stored in this room, as evidenced by hundreds of cans placed in wooden boxes.

The girl cautiously, walking on the concrete floor, was getting close to the exit, so as not to inadvertently make a noise and not to draw anyone's attention. But, as if the plan was not perfect, she still touched her shed with an empty tin can lying around, as if someone had specially put it here. In the room there was the sound of a bounced tin can, to which the girl squeezed her jaw from her first failure. Suddenly, the door in the right wall opened and from there appeared a strong figure with a flashlight in his left hand and a wooden club in his right hand.

- Who is there?! - a woman's voice came upon hearing that there was someone else in this warehouse. Turning on the flashlight, she shone a source of noise to the side and started slightly, seeing a familiar girl with short ashy hair, dark clothes and about ninety-two meters tall, which was not typical for the girl. The woman turned on the light in the room, which was to her left, allowing her to see the troublemaker and quickly grabbing her by the right forearm. In the light, the walls were painted burgundy, despite the fact that it had not been repainted for forty years.

“Thats right,” a woman of about thirty-six strong physique and dark skin with curly black hair, which was a worker and part-time warehouse guard, rapped out - but this is our Mel. Well, what have we forgotten here this time? - asked the woman, looking into her expressive green eyes, which in the region of the eyelids, temples of the nose and upper cheekbones was covered with a horizontal light brown stripe. She still did not let go of her hand, but rather, gripping her forearm painfully.

"Aw!" Mel cried out a little from the pain of a strong hand "Debra (Bismuth), let go, it hurts!"

The woman let go and opened her brush, waiting for her to begin to compose new excuses.

"Again from cops you run a trifle? Didn’t your mother tell you what actions should be answered?" said the woman. "So what did you do this time?" She asked Mel peering into her eyes.

"Uhh... Nothing like that" Mel tried to make excuses to the watchman "Just passed by".

“I’ve heard your song a hundred times, so tell me better.” - she pressed on the girl, not believing her brief statement, which indicated that this was not the first time.

“Well ...” the girl began to pull, realizing that she won’t be able to get out in front of her - she developed her creative skills - this is the only thing she answered.

“Let me guess, you painted that billboard again?”

Mel merely squinted at this question, droplets of sweat ran from her forehead. The woman, not having time to continue, was knocked on the door loudly. A rude masculine voice came after her.

"Well, get out of there lively! I know that you are there!" without a doubt, that it was a cop and obviously he was chasing Mel.

The woman, with a sigh, continued:

“Well, I'll cover you,” she decided to have mercy on the girl, “but remember, this is the last time.”

The girl breathed a sigh of relief with these words. Having wiped sweat from her forehead, she replied:

“Thank you, Debra, for me to do without you,” the girl smiled benevolently.

The knocking on the door was not going to stop, the cop was clearly angry that the criminal was not going to give up just like that.

“If you don’t open, then I’ll call Debra right away and she’ll come here with the keys!” - threatened her, thus, the officer, hoping that this would work.

The woman turned toward the door from which she had left.

“Then I’ll go, or they’ll call me now,” she grinned, “and so that you won’t be here in five minutes,” the woman said, leaving for her back room, supposedly for the keys.

Without wasting time, Mel ran outside through the back entrance straight to freedom.

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Running out, she began to run away from this place. Cleverly having jumped over a mesh metal fence, she ran down the hill almost falling. She continued to run around the wreckage of the damp wooden buildings that had once been moorings at the time the city was founded, until mankind learned to build reinforced concrete buildings. The beach itself was rather not very pleasant in appearance - wet, sticky sand; on small rocks of various bizarre forms were covered with mud and algae, which she miraculously managed not to slip; and even in some places there were fragments of old boats that were broken on the rocks.

Thanks to her skills, parkour and high endurance did not allow her to fall into cold water and not crash to death on underwater rocks. Cleverly jumping over the rocks, she jumped onto the wall, grabbing her fingers at the deep crevices, she began to climb up.

Climbing higher and higher, her muscles sounded a little pain, and yet she overcame only five meters; the fingers of the phalanx of her fingers were scratched and worn, but it was impossible to stop for a break if she did not want to be like a cake, breaking into the water.

From her last efforts, she climbed up, clutching the dirty earth, pulling herself forward. As soon as her legs rested on the ground, she got up and began to go around the building in red and white.

Going around a small building, in front of her was a huge neon sign giving a pink tint. "Red rocket" read a neon sign, on the roof was a red rocket itself, horizontally mounted on a metal pole. Climbing up the gray steps, Mel opened a dark glass door and went inside to the sound of a bell, notifying that a new visitor had arrived.

Inside, I wound up on the nostalgic shade of the 80s: chess tiles, white stucco, red double seats, red chandelier with energy-saving light bulbs, metal bar stools with a leather seat. Old music was playing in a long room, the air smelled fresher of brewed coffee and smoke of nicotine. Five people sat in the institution: a man sitting in the far corner, taking a drag on his cigarette and four girls discussing something and periodically laughed about something.

Going to the bar, she sat down in a chair, waiting for the owner of the institution, who worked at the bar. A dense man with blond hair and a well-groomed mustache of about forty-four years old in a white shirt and red apron stepped out of the corner. Mel gave him twenty dollars for a bottle of water. Now, she should take a breath and hope that that cop would not guess to come here. Taking your smartphone brand Highway, which was assembled in another two thousand and fifteen, and even then bought a year ago with it. Having pressed the icon with the telephone receiver on the touch screen, she began to drive in the Opal number.

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The Centaur is a sports academy located somewhere in the western part of Edison. This educational institution was built back in the two thousand and seventh year in the style of postmodernism, painted in white paint reinforced concrete. It was there that Opal studied - a tall girl with the appearance of almost some kind of goddess from the mythologies of ancient Rome or Greece, as many people thought: Lush long blonde hair tied in a tail and two braids, pointed slightly long nose and blue eyes, similar a clear, clear sky, which you can peer into them for at least an eternity; accompanied by puffy lips. Oh yes, Opal can never be called scary, for her nineteen years old, she looked good.

Having fallen from the bow to the very center of the target from ten meters, Opal looked at the watch on her wrist and was horrified when she remembered that she was late for her workout at the gym. Throwing a bow behind her back, the girl hurried from the spacious shooting range to the academy building, stepping along the smooth masonry. Already in the locker room, located on the ground floor of the academy, she hid her bow in a locker and hastened again to the gym for training.

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After finishing her daily workout, with a little fatigue in her body, she returned to the dressing room, trimmed in white tiles with red stripes and red steel cabinets. Opening her drawer, she noticed that there were already four missed calls on her smartphone, both from Mel.

"Oh no," Opal thought, quickly unlocking the screen and starting to call her childhood friend, and seems worried?

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Sitting near the window in a red leather seat, Mala tapped her fingernails on a clean table, waiting for her friend to finally answer her missed calls. Suddenly, her phone vibrated, and there was a familiar number. Taking the phone in her hand, she accepted the call and brought it to her ear.

"Yes?"

"Hello, Mala, did you call?" a voice was heard from the speaker

"Yeah, listen, won't you drop me in the city center?"

"Well, what do you say, then will you wait for me?"

"No question girlfriend, I'm waiting for you" she said, ending the call and putting the phone in her pocket

Looking out the window, she was a little tense, afraid that the cop in the warehouse might find her. She recognized him by her voice, it was Officer Kenneth, a man of about thirty-four, a long-time servant of the law and, as you can understand, was always involved in the administrative affairs of Mel, because of her artwork, if we add resistance to arrest and hooliganism; but if he wants to, he can find her and, as always, inform her mother, and already she will not be good after that.

If we take into account the mother and Kenneth, then my mother will be much worse in this than a police officer.

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After some time, she noticed the approaching old blue Mitsubishi of the two thousand and two. Getting up from the couch and taking her backpack, she hurriedly left the establishment and went out into the air and approached a stopping car. As soon as the car stopped, she pulled the handle and, opening the door, she sat in the front seat.

"Hello" she greeted Opal.

"So where do you go?"

"To the center" she answered, taking a little sigh. As far as she knew, Opal had a small problem with short-term memory, because of which she could forget some moments from the conversation or the text she had read.

"Good," Opal answered, pressing a foot on the gas pedal, driving away from the diner. "How are you? We have not seen each other for a long time."

"Everything’s normal baby" Mala answered looking at Opal, which was about one and a half heads below her somewhere " Are you anyway?"

"Not bad enough, just worried about the future competition" the archer kept up the conversation while looking at the road "By the way, what did you forget in the center?"

"Yes, I’m hanging out with the company and going on foot to the house" she said with a little smile.

"That's how, you are only more careful on the streets, lately it’s restless in the city," she warned her friend.

"Don’t worry" the hooligan answered her friend.

They were already approaching the city, on one of the banners was one of Mel's creations - on the painted banner was a little girl in a red dress, who was watering a seedling of a growing tree, behind her stood three men holding chainsaws. The lumberjacks themselves were painted by rather awkward freaks: thick, in some places there were sawdust of trees, and with huge thick faces. And only a little girl was depicted more humane in the standards of anatomy ...

An archer looked into the windshield noticing the creation of a hooligan.

"Great?" She asked her friend, hoping to get an estimate.

"Wow, a beautiful selection of colors and composition is built in the correct order, beauty" she appreciated her creation. According to the memory of Mala, she always reacted so much to the pictures of the girl, like a mother, evaluating the drawings of her baby.

"Well... But what about your personal life?"

"In general... Not bad" then she lied a little, because in her life almost nothing changed: school, home, graffiti, fun, preparation for exams. And even then her mother treats her as a roommate, not a daughter.

"You always say that..."" Opal sighed.

"But that's true baby" she closed her eyes.

"Opal has no choice but to remain silent about it."

"Well-oooh ... What are you planning?"

"What are you talking about?" She asked, opening her eyes to look at the girl.

"I mean, how are you going to live on after graduation?"

Mel was thoughtful. She had not previously thought what she would do in the future, after graduation, since now colleges rip off a lot of money. This is not necessary to think about. But now, education does not cost a little money, even a local college in Edison costs about twelve thousand a year, and at the same time it is available to people of a more or less affluent class, let alone the rest. What can we say about Mel, then she would not have the strength to go to school in another educational institution, because she already had enough of the time and energy spent in school, if you can call her that...

“I don’t even know...” the girl answered only, looking slightly at the profile with the long nose of her friend.

“You know, at our place of work, a file cabinet guard is required, payment is given every week, maybe... Do you get there?”

The proposal itself was even very tempting, but Mel was not particularly eager to be like her mother, to end as a security guard.

"I already earn extra money." in reality, she wanted to say: “Why would I succumb to the path of my mother?”

"But this is not a stable income."

“Everything suits me anyway,” she ignored her argument.

“As you want, you have to decide how to live,” she said a basic philosophical thought.

The car was already approaching closer to the center. The closer they were to the center, the more there were onlookers in the circle and, along with this, steel boxes on wheels. On the sides of the windows of the car, one could see quite a lot of all sorts of multi-story anthills, catering establishments, and those that perform the function of satisfying basic human needs. A layered cloud hung over the sky, from which a huge dark blanket made of water vapor and the only light in this city was only electricity from the windows of houses, car headlights and billboards and signboards. In order to defuse a quiet environment, Mel asked:

"How are your mothers doing?"

“You know, it's funny that you asked this, because I went to them yesterday.”

"And?" Mel slightly raised her left eyebrow, looking at Opal.

“They are doing fine,” the blonde replied, “True, they miss me... Yes, I really miss them.” Opal’s voice was somehow sad, because you don’t always live in a nest with loving mothers, and sooner or later you should start to live alone "You know, sometimes I’m often lonely... And all is missing someone nearby..."

Mel only said nothing to Opal. It sounded even sad. She could even understand her, although she did not have many friends (but she was cool, Mel thought), but even this was not enough for her to not feel like anyone in this vast world.

And now, closer to the city center, the car stopped at the side of the road, next to a small institution of white brick, with large windows where small lights shone inside, giving off yellow light, like stars in the dark sky. Having unfastened the belt, Mel is ready to get out of the car.

“Well, thank you,” Mel said, taking her bag and pulling the door handle

"Pick you up later?"

"Not worth it, I’ll walk on my own."

“Well, good luck then, contact me when necessary,” Opal replied, getting ready to leave.

“Of course,” she replied, leaving the car carefully, closing the door behind herself.

Bypassing the transport from behind, the car was already starting to leave. In front of her was another cafe with a silver rectangular sign, on top of which was an inscription from blue neon “Fresh”. Throwing her backpack behind her, Mel strode to the glass door.

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Well, here is the first thing I posted on the tumblr. I hope you enjoyed the chapter on this fan fiction. If you find errors in the text, I will be grateful and will work on it (since I am from Russia and can hardly know English)

But at the same time, I consider this my best work.

So, I expect adequate criticism

#steven universe #su #humanization #humanized #human au #au #su au #Malachite #Opal #Bismuth #Yellow Diamond #fiction #J-Deny

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quincedii · 5 years

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The Beginning Twilight (Prologue)

Alright prologue time! Hope yall enjoy reading this! Also maybe a lot of blood warning!

Light footsteps were sounded from not so far away from where you stood, the sky was a dark and threatening blue dotted with white here and there, it was eerily beautiful... as Minecraft always was. You stopped realizing your legs were moving, you’re walking down a path that you programmed yourself to follow. “Hmph.” Oh, you can talk, you scratch the back of your neck, your hands are a light tan, you look down, your shirt is blue with straps coming from your black pants that hand onto your shoulders. “Is it weird... that I’m getting some déjà vu vibes from this?” You’re talking to yourself, awkward...

You continue walking through the creepy forest and see a little bunny hopping by, “Aw, hey there little bunn-” flashes of deep purple block your vision, you are almost close to screaming for help until- it’s gone suddenly. You blink several times in confusion and shrug, probably nothing- then you see it, as you reach up to rub your eyes you see a dark red syrupy liquid dripping from your hands, and mouth. Your whole body starts to tremble in fear, you look down to see a half eaten, blood covered bunny, it’s mouth open as if it were about to shriek in pain or call for help. “WHAT THE-” Agony pulses through your head, you grip your hair in pain, you bare your teeth painfully and- nothing. Everything goes black, until-

Your surroundings are a blushing pink, soft purple and orange, or at least that was the sky, the ground however had small blades of green lush grass, to your left was a sandy beach with water lapping at the sand. The sun glowing bright as it started to hide behind the ocean, a flash of red, not a scary or mean red but a weirdly... calming and soothing red passes by your vision, its giggling like a mischievous gremlin and you see a short adult with purplish wings, red sweater, dull golden hair and grey pants with black shoes. You find yourself chuckling as Grian- that’s his name. Grian.

Grian puts a hand on his mouth as if it were to stop him from bursting out in laughter. You look up to meet the black eyes of a baby chicken staring down at you as it clung onto your black curly hair, you laugh holding your stomach as it ached from laughing so much. Grian snorted as the chicken started to do something strange on your head, you felt light flutters on top of it, was it trying to fly? You grab the chicken and scream as blood was pouring from it’s mouth, nose and eyes, you look up to Grian and nearly throw-up as more dark red blood dripped from his strangely black covered arms, his sweater torn, he smiled brightly, proud of himself for whatever he did to the chicken. You drop the chicken in fear and tremble heavily, you turn around to bolt away but he grabs you with weird strength and throws you into a wall, a groan escapes your mouth, you look up to see what and which wall he threw you into, you could barely read it as your vision started to fade and your head become light. Grian is holding a bloodied diamond sword as he walks menacingly towards you, “P-Please... I’m sorry I can’t stop you now-” You black-out slightly confused on what escaped once again from your mouth, you feel as if you’re not in control of yourself anymore, who even are you?

“Taurtis! Cmon you slowpoke let’s go!” Sam gestures you outside into the bright daylight, Grian is waiting with a warm smile behind Sam, a flash of red once again sweeps into your vision, a headache occurs. “Hey, Taurtis, man, you alright?” You find yourself rubbing your forehead, you stop and respond with a quick, “Yeah! Totally fine, let’s go!” Sam and Grian glance at each other and shrug, “You sure dude?” Grian asks with worry in his eyes. “Of course! Just a small headache nothing bad! Right?” Taurtis was his name... cool. He walked out into the open, as soon as you did that the world started to rip away, Sam was frozen in place as Grian watched with a curious expression, Taurtis’ face turn pale in fear, Grian’s eyes started to turn a familiar deep purple, the whites of his eyes turning black like coal just like his arms. Taurtis stuttered in ultimate confusion and fear, Grian raised an eyebrow and chuckled, the short man slithered past a frozen Sam who was in the middle of turning around to walk away with Grian. Taurtis took a few steps back as Grian walked towards him with once again, a bloody diamond sword, it glistened red and blue proudly with blood dripping from it. You scream as the blade gets shoved into your chest. As soon as that happens- you’re in a unfamiliar place.

Grian would be sitting, little sobs and sniffs of grief came from the red sweatered boy. You turn your focus to what’s in front of Grian, a stone wall with two black wool, a line of it in the middle and cobblestone stairs on both top corners. Dozens and dozens of little poppies danced in the wind as Grian continued to cry, you were hesitant to speak, you were afraid of dying once again, but guilt won the argument in his mind and- “H-Hey Grian what’s wrong?” Grian sniffled, rubbing his face with his red soft sleeves, then a series of rockets could be heard in the distance. Taurtis turned around to see a tall, silently wide shouldered, man in a suit with elytra on, and a handsome mustache. The man clumsily landed and looked at his friend with worry, he looked confusingly at the wall before walking towards Grian and sitting down with a sigh. “Grian I-” Grian hugged the man and sniffed, “I-I miss h-h-him Mumb-bo...” A weird twitch of guilt and frustration clicked into your mind like a light switch. “Grian, I’m right here! I can comfort you too! Are you mad at me? Look I’m sorry for whatever I did!” But the red sweatered man ignored your cries, ‘Mumbo’ hugged Grian back before getting up, “Cmon, I’ll let you press some buttons at my farm.” Grian sniffled with a small smile, “Th-Thanks-” Taurtis looked at Grian and Mumbo hurt, as the tall man helped up his short friend. Until- it happened again. Only this time it was... strangely... not so bothering anymore.

Mumbo froze in place as he started to take a step forward with his hand on Grian’s shoulder, Grian rolled his eyes at Mumbo and walked towards Taurtis who just stood there, once again...trembling in fear, but didn’t run away. Grian looked at Taurtis with the same eyes and arms before, the whites of his eyes were black, the iris’, purple and his arms black, “You know.. you can’t prevent it, you might’ve done it before, buttttttt this time you can’t stop me. Cause you’re. Not. Here. To. Save. Him.” Taurtis glared at Grian, “But what if I do? What if I do save him? Will you just come back over and over again until I go insane?” Grian bursted out with laughter, but his voice... was distorted. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, why the hell was this bastard laughing? “S-Stop.” Grian continued laughing, the short man held his stomach as he did, “S-STOP.” But no response came from Grian, just laughs and giggles of joy telling Taurtis he was so oblivious to whatever they wanted him to not to be oblivious to. “I SAID STOP!!” You shove a diamond sword into Grian, he gasps in pain and shock, when you blink you see that Grian is completely normal once again with tears staining his face, Mumbo has his two hands tightly cupped on his mouth to stop himself from screaming. “T-T-Taurtis?” Grian croaked before falling limp as you pulled back the sword, traumatized at what you have done, “GRIAN!!” A shriek escaped from Mumbo’s mouth, he ran over, sobbing and crying, to Grian’s limp body as you started to feel dizzy. Taurtis grips his head and wails guiltily, you collapse crying, tears covered your cheeks as you did so.

Then- a blank void surrounded you, you look to your right, nothing, you look to your left, there was Taurtis, a crying, sobbing, mourning, Taurtis. “¿ı ɯɐ ǝɹǝɥʍ” They said nothing, not until after a few moments the man said, “You... just-” Taurtis sniffled, “You’re in a i-infinity r-roo-room...”, “¿ʎɥʍ”, “I DON’T KNOW??” He snapped looking at you with furious eyes, but they were the same as Grian’s, the whites were black and the iris’ a deep purple. You shrink away from his furious gaze, you turn around and bolt towards the empty space where nothing existed, only a blank, white, void. Until a gray play button suddenly appears in front of you. Your heartbeat is like a bunch of drums pounding angrily, you smack your hand onto the play button and-

“Grian! Cmon dude hurry up!”

#TBT #The Beginning Twilight #Grian #Hermitcraft #Mumbo #Mumbo Jumbo #Taurtis #Hermitcraft AU #welp I hope you enjoyed!#this was slightly inspired by ayapcraft btw #Prologue #blood warning #poor little chick #quincedii #quin #🌷

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westirisx · 6 years

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Another Hurdle

Characters: Iris West & Barry Allen

Setting: Central City

Date: June 16, 2018

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Iris picked up Big Belly Burger on her way to CCPD where she was going to meet Barry for lunch. It was a tradition they had started a while back and they weren't going to stop now. She shifted the bags as she walked in and up to the elevator, smiling at people who recognized her. She headed up to Barry's lab and walked in with a smile. "Your food has arrived," she smiled as she walked in putting the food down on the table. "What are you doing?" she asked walking over to him and wrapping her arms around him from behind as she looked over his shoulder. Was she trying to be affectionate, of course, but why not pry and see what he was working on; maybe there would be a story there.

Barry: Barry glanced up from his desk, pen in midair as Iris strolled. Was it lunch already? he thought checking the analog clock on the wall. He'd been consumed with research since he'd arrived to work this morning, and this case since last week. "Hey." he greeted, shooting a smile in her direction before returning his attention back to the report laid out in front of him. He'd wanted to get the lab report back up to Singh before lunch. That timeline was out the window now. Sure, he could speed through the report, it would be the same as doing it at human speed, but Barry didn't want to. He liked his work and enjoyed it more than he could ever express. When Iris's arms came around his shoulders, he threw a warm look over his shoulders at her. "I'm trying to finish up this report about a homicide." he mumbled off easily, lost in the scenario’s and the evidence of the matter. It didn't take long for him to wrap his last paragraph up. Flipping the file closed, he used one hand to hug the arms tangled around his neck. "I'm all yours now." He looked up at her. "Please tell me your hiding a milkshake in that bag."

Iris looked at him with a smile as she noticed him concentrating on the lab report in front of him. "I can see that," she chuckled as she watched him finish up doing work. For some reason watching him work at normal speed was a special treat for her. There was something about him being so focused that made him that more attractive. "Good! I like when I'm all yours," she chuckled as she walked over to the bag. "There might be a milkshake," she said holding it up to him with a smile as she stole a sip of it before handing it to him. "I got you everything you like, which is a lot. I'm pretty sure the lady thought I was going through some breakup or something and was stress eating," she said sitting down and handing out the food she got.

Barry: Barry’s cheeks heated at Iris’s embolden words of, ‘I like when I’m all yours’. He should be used to those comments by now but somehow they still made him giddy on the inside. His hands slipped from her forearm, and he watched her cross the room. The sweet aroma of fried food permeated the room and he inhaled a deep breath of air. If there was one thing Barry could live off, it was Big Belly Burger. “I think you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” he teased throwing her one of his infamous grins and taking the iced drink from her grasp before taking a sip himself. He closed his eyes in pure bliss. Yep, this definitely hit the spot. “Mhm, this is why I love you.” he uttered around the straw in his mouth. He gurgled a chuckle putting the milkshake on the table before reaching over and grabbing a cartoon of fries. “And that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with stress eating. I stress eat.” He pushed fries into his mouth. “Then again, I eat when I’m in all moods so I’m not the best person to go by.”

Iris watched him practically turn into a small child when he went to the food and laughed. "Anything for you, babe," she laughed as she got out the fries and small burger for herself. It still amazed her at how much Barry could eat, but then again he needed to. That was his normal. She made a face when he talked about stress eating as she picked up a french fry. "Hush your mouth! You can stress eat and not gain a pound! I breath and I gain weight," She laughed as ate. She started thinking for a moment and glanced at the calendar on her phone. Panic set in a little before looking up at Barry. "So um..how's your day so far?" she asked trying not to freak out in front of him.

Barry: Barry’s eyebrow kinked and he looked her up and down refraining from commenting. Women would always surprise him with the opinions they had of themselves. He thought she looked great, all the time but he was biased, had been since the age of seven when her hair had been curly and her cheeks chubby. “Day’s been good.” he answered taking another sip of milkshake before unwrapping the double stack burger she’d bought for him. “Nothing crazy has happened yet.” Which meant, in typical Central City fashion, all the crazies would come out at once. “What about you? Found your next story?” He bit into the burger, savored the taste of beef and sent a silent ‘thank you’ prayer up to the heavens not for a second catching the fleeting expression Iris wore or that something was about to go wrong.

Iris smiled as he spoke, but her head was clearly not in the right place. A timetable was running through her head because it couldn't be right that she was late. She tried to focus on what Barry was saying, but it was hard. "Oh um.. not yet. Still researching stuff," she said with a sigh. Feeling herself get worked up, she looked at Barry and knew she needed to leave. "I actually need to go do something real quick..." she mumbled as she got up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before practically running out of his lab and down the stairs to catch the elevators.

Barry: He was mid chew when she informed him of her departure. Surprise covered his features as she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Wait, what?” he managed after swallowing the mouthful of food. “You just got here.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to gather that something was wrong, Barry just didn’t know what exactly. He was off the stool within seconds after she’d particularly ran out of his lab. “Iris!” he called, grabbing a napkin for his hands and following her out the door. It wasn’t like her to just get up in the middle of their conversation, make up some crap excuse to why she needed to leave and proceeded to do just that. Had he said something to trigger this response? He raked over the last couple days, but she’d been fine when she’d showed up, he reasoned using his speed to catch her before she exited the building in her haste. Thankfully, he caught up to her before she was able to make a clean break for it. “Iris, wait.” he pleaded, grabbing her hand to stop her movements. Glancing over his shoulder to the noise ridden police department he moved them both behind the staircase where they could have a word in private. “What’s wrong?” He took in every inch of her face, trying his best to decipher what had brought all of this on. Barry hated when they weren’t on the same page. “Did I do something? Or say something wrong?”

Iris tried to hold her emotions in as best she could. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't be. She heard him call out to her but didn't stop; the minute he took her hand, she sighed and turned to look at him. She couldn't tell him, not yet. She needed to go to the drug store and get what she needed then she could talk. Shaking her head up at him, she sighed trying to hold in tears. "Barry just let me go," she said as she kept pleading with him. "Leave me alone," Iris said trying her best to be quiet. She broke away from him and turned to walk out glancing over at her dad who had clearly saw the interaction between the two of them. Getting to the elevator in time, she finally broke when she was all by herself. It didn't take long for her to stop once she reached the parking lot and into her car. She mumbled to herself that this couldn't be true, but all the signs were pointing to it. They hadn't exactly been safe the past couple months when being intimate, so it was only right something like this would happen. "Please let this be wrong," she said. After heading to the drug store and grabbing as many tests as she could, she sped home hoping Barry wasn't there. The three minutes it took to wait for the tests was the longest in her eyes and a little symbol on a screen was going to determine their future and what was about to happen in their lives. Hearing a timer go off scared her a little, but she took a deep breath and looked at them. "No..." she said to herself as two of the tests came up positive while the other two were negative. "What does that even mean!" she huffed before wrapping the tests up and throwing them away in the trashcan. There was no way she was heading back to CCPD after that, her emotions wouldn't last. STAR Labs popped into her head and she decided it was the best place to go, to at least think and wait for Barry. Her body was on autopilot and somehow she ended up at her destination. Walking down the hallway, her hand brushed the wall and was surprised when Thawne's future room opened at her touch. She thought only Barry could open it. Walking in, she went over towards the stand in the middle and pressed it telling Gideon to pull up the newspaper article. She stood there on the verge of tears as she read the article for the first time.

Barry: Taken aback by her reaction, he lifted his hands in surrender and stepped back. Something was seriously wrong, he knew something was seriously wrong but he didn’t know how to fix what she refused to communicate. A frown appeared on his face as he watched her walk away and ignored his instinct to chase after her. She wanted him to leave her alone, that much was apparent with how fast she ran out of CCPD. So Barry after taking a moment to collect his thoughts, climbed back up the stairs towards his lab while throwing glances over his shoulders silently hoping she would return and tell him what was happening. It was torture when they weren’t on the same page. It was like a piece of him was going in the wrong direction causing everything else to falter. He missed Joe’s intense stare and a few others as well. After about thirty minutes of trying to work, he decided he couldn’t and called her cell but of course there was no answer. Not twenty minutes after, he zoomed to CCPN but had no luck in finding her. He couldn’t possibly let her stay mad at him or whatever she was especially when he had no idea what she was upset about. Rubbing the back of his neck in nerves, he dashed to the loft thinking that maybe she’d be there. He’d noticed for about a week now how not on the same page they were on. He hated that, them not being on the same page. Maybe they weren’t working. Maybe she wasn’t happy with him. The doubts started glistening in his mind, making themself known. Maybe they weren’t meant to be together, not like this, not in the way he’d wished since the age of 8. Deciding to pin the GPS on her phone, he ran to Star Labs and stopped at the computer station. The cortex was empty and with a few clicks he had her location on the monitor. “Uh…” his face twisted into confusion. Iris’s little red GPS dot blinked directly over Star Labs. Odd, he thought. Barry looked around him before calling out her name, once, twice but had no luck with a response. Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand over his face. “Maybe she’s in the speed lab.” he muttered to himself and sped out of the cortex. It wasn’t until he saw space in the hall where a wall panel should’ve been that he stopped. No one had access to that room, no one but him and Eobard Thawne. A terrifying thought occured, what if a time remnant of Eobard Thawne was back? He stopped just on the outside of the panel’s opening and ducked his head down to peek in. A breath of relief crusaded out of his lungs once he saw Iris standing there, back to him, facing Gideon. Not Eobard Thawne, but Iris. “Iris, what are you doing in here?” he asked, entering the compact space. He didn’t touch her, thinking better of it and stopped a foot behind. It wasn’t until he zeroed in on what she was focused on that he sighed. The 2024 article. Great. Pressing back on the heels of his black converse’s, he tucked his palms into his jean pockets. “You know the future can change,” he said, certain that the future article was dead wrong. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

Iris read the article thoroughly and tried not to cry as she read it. If the test was right then Barry would get six years with their child. It dawned on her that after that she would be left to raise a child by herself. She would be alone for it all, the holidays, the birthdays, everything. She couldn't do that on her own. Iris was strong, but in instances like this, she couldn't do it. So many emotions ran through her body as she stood there and started to cry. God, this whole week she couldn't control any of them. It was only a matter of time before Barry finally found her and she would have to tell him. Wiping her face, she shook her head. "It doesn't? Have you even read this article, Barry? You disappear which in my eyes means you die. I can't..." she stopped herself, "I can't go on and do this by myself! I'll break, I'll end up like my mother and break and leave and then what," she says a little too loudly as tears glistened her eyes. "If the future changes, how come this article hasn't changed in almost three years? Tell me that!"

Barry: “Wh-” Barry was at a complete lost for words. Why come look at this article in the first place? A small headache formed at the back of his head and he blinked a few times in hopes of keeping it at bay. Who said Meta-humans didn’t get headaches? He opened and closed his mouth once he saw the tears in her eyes. Suddenly something inside of him broke and he took a step closer to her in hopes she didn’t take a step back. “Where is all of this coming from?” he asked, eyebrows knitted together. “You’re not your mother, Iris…” his words died in the back of his throat as memories of her expressing fear over his death bombarded his mind. Why was she so afraid? They’d all die, that was the sad cycle of life and death, regardless if it happened now or later, would come. All they could do was cherish the time they had together. Something he thought they’d discussed previously and accepted. “I-I don’t know, okay? I don’t know why the article hasn’t changed or why I disappear.” he answered lowly after her outburst. “I don’t know why half the things that happen to us do. All I know is that I love you and I don’t want to fight about the future or what will or won’t happen.” A crippling fear entered his body that this was it, this was when she’d say she couldn’t handle this life anymore and end things with him. “I don’t know what’s going on but please be straight with me.” He waved a hand at the article. “Why are you so worried about me dying?” He took a half a step closer to her, his heart falling to the bottom of his stomach. “Is it because you don’t want to do t-this anymore? And you’re looking for a way out because if it is I’d rather you tell me that. We’re best friend’s and if that’s what you want…” he didn’t finish his sentence. Because if that’s what you want then I guess I have no choice but to respect that, he thought, hoping the impending devastation rocking his chest wasn’t showing on his features. Yeah, talk about days.

Iris started to cry as he spoke. "I'm worried because I can't go through life without you. I can't do it on my own, I can't. I don't know how," she said knowing she was giving mixed signals because she was definitely talking about being a single mother and not herself. She needed to tell him, she just needed to spit it out, but his next question stumped her and she looked up at him. Shaking her head, she would never want to end it with him. If anything she loved him so much that this was physically killing her. She turned away from him and glanced at the article. "I...I don't want to end things, Barry. I'm not looking for a way out. I'm not afraid of this life. I'm afraid of raising our kids alone and them not knowing how amazing you are. I'm afraid that in six years I might be a single mother," she rambled before getting quiet. She needed to spit it out and say it. "I-I think I'm pregnant," she mumbled as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her arms wrapped around herself and she stood there crying, not wanting to turn around and look at Barry to see his reaction. They were in no place to raise a child and news like this changes people whether they want kids or not.

Barry: Barry started shaking his head because Iris was talking in riddles. He didn’t understand why she was thinking about their children or being a single mom. He wasn’t going to die tomorrow or at least he hoped not. They hadn’t really discussed getting pregnant outside of deciding it wasn’t going to happen right now. Confusion didn’t begin to explain how he felt but the moment she denounced his suspicion of her ending things, he released a pent up breath, his shoulders physically relaxing. That was probably what mattered most, that she didn’t want to be without him, like he didn’t want to be without her. Anything else that came after, they’d deal with together. That was what made them the perfect team. He took another small step closer, his hands falling out of his pockets. He itched to pull her into his arms, to comfort her. “Iris, you’re not going to raise our children alone. I’ll be right there beside you.” At least he planned to be. The future wasn’t set in stone, no matter the words of this article in front of them. Her next statement caught him off guard and he tilted his head up as if he hadn’t heard her correctly. “I’m sorry, what?” There was no way...she was on the pill. They’d done their best except they hadn’t not when it came to him. He didn’t hesitate to close the space between them, turning her to face him now. “What do you mean pregnant? How? I mean I know how, obviously but how do you know? Did you take a pregnancy test?” Barry was stumped and filled with apprehension, disbelief and a small ‘bout of hope causing his mind to race. If she was pregnant they’d figure it out. They’d get married, buy a house and make it work. They were Barry and Iris, and together they were going to be okay. Was it the perfect time? No, but the best things never happened at the perfect time. They happened when they were meant to, always when they were meant to.

Iris shut her eyes and let out a sigh when he turned her around. She looked into his eyes and tried her hardest not to completely break in front of him. "I mean pregnant. Come on, Barry, we haven't exactly been safe," she said running a hand through her hair. "That's why I left so fast. I realized I was late and everything that's been happening to me makes sense. I went to the drugstore and took a couple tests," she said quietly. "Tow of them came out positive, the other two were negative so...I-I don't know," she shrugged as she looked up at him. "I don't know what to do, Barry." she whispered putting her hands over her face to hide the sob that escaped her mouth.

Barry: Suddenly, a stillness took over his frame. It didn’t do either of them any good if he freaked out about this. The last thing he wanted to do was escalate the situation. Grasping her wrist, he slowly removed her hands from her face. “Look at me.” he mumbled and started wiping away the water under her eyes. “Do you trust me?” The question was asked on a breath of air as he stared down at her, framing her face between his palms. “Because if you don’t this won’t work but if you do, if you trust me then we’ll figure all of this out. Please don’t be scared. I’m not.” Maybe at first upon hearing this but not now. He needed to be strong for her if nothing else and maybe they hadn’t been the most cautious when it came to prevention but things happened like this all the time. “It’s going to be okay. We can make an appointment with your doctor.” He moved his hands down to her shoulders before wrapping them around her petite frame and bringing her into him. Burying his face in the side of her neck, he inhaled her familiar scent and for the first time since she walked out of his lab felt somewhat normal. “And if the results come back positive then we’ll take it from there.Together.” Barry couldn’t stop himself from thinking about their child now or how Iris would look pregnant, how their baby would look, act, talk. It all bombarded him and maybe, this wasn’t all that bad.

Iris looked at him and sighed as she took a deep breath. "I trust you," she said giving him a small smile before trying to even her breathing. "You're not?" she asked confused tilting her head. It was weird having roles reversed, it was usually her being the one to calm him down and now it was him. As soon as his arms wrapped around him, she sank into him as she shut her eyes. Tears fell down her cheeks as she held him tight. "Together," she repeated before opening her eyes. "I'm scared, Barry," she whispered feeling so small in this moment.

Barry: What was he going to do? Disappear and not be apart of their kid’s life? That would never happen so no, he wasn’t afraid. He shook his head as answer. “I guess I know we’re going to figure this out. One way or another.” he added trying his best to give her a reassuring smile. Life happened, and by far Iris possibly being pregnant was one of the most normal parts of it. Sure, in his perfect world he’d wanted to ask her to marry him first, give her a dream wedding, buy a house before planning for children but things rarely worked out the way you wanted. He rubbed his hand soothingly over her lower back while they embraced. “Don’t be.” he mumbled. “You have no reason to be. I’ll protect you and our child.” Always.

Iris smiled back at him and sighed as she pulled her head back to look at him. "And if I'm not we're freaking out for nothing," she chuckled a little before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. Her hands rubbed the side of his face and she smiled at him. Of course he would protect them, that was his job. "I know you will. I'm just...this wasn't the plan," she mumbled feeling terrible for not being a little excited if she was pregnant.

Barry: “Mmm-hmm.” Honestly, Barry would accept whatever happened. He’d dreamt about being with Iris, having a family with her for a long time and if it happened now, then it happened now. As long as it happened with Iris...because he loved her. He brushed a thumb under her jawline after she pressed a feathery kiss to his cheek and released her from his hold. A second didn’t past before he felt the vibration of his phone on his person. It was probably work, Singh to be more specific. “Sometimes plans don’t happen the way we intend for them to. It doesn’t make them any less special.” The quick succession of vibrations in his pocket again almost made him groan. Fishing out his phone, he looked at the screen knowing whose name would be there. Holding the side button, the vibrations silenced and he pushed the device back into his pocket. “We’re going to be okay.” he stated looking back up at her. “And I wanna be with you on every step of this so let me know when your doctor’s appointment is and I’ll be there.” It was naturally in Barry’s nature to be her backbone when she couldn’t be for herself. It was the foundation of their relationship. She was there for him and he was there for her. He reached out to touch her hand. “I love you, and whatever the outcome of this is, won’t change that.”

Iris watched him intently and smiled at his words. He was right, sometimes plans didn't work out and in their world nothing was ever really planned. If anything she was grateful this was happening with Barry and not someone else. Watching him get his phone, she knew exactly who it was. "I hope so. I'll call when I get home," she smiled as she leaned up to kiss him. "I love you more," she whispered when he pulled away from him. "As long as you're with me, I'll be fine. You should call Singh back," she smirked as she hugged him and let her head rest on his chest. Being close to him always gave her a sense of safety and comfort. She felt a million times better than she did an hour ago and that was all because of Barry and how in synch they were with each other to know what just to say.

Barry: Barry’s eyes scanned Iris’s features for any signs that she wasn’t okay. Above all else, he wanted to make sure she’d at least moved on from the freaking out phase before he dashed back to work. The last thing he wanted was for them to be off kilter, as a couple and as friends. They needed each other, especially now when neither of them knew what the future would bring. Satisfied by what he saw on her face, Barry gave her a small smile. She appeared to be calm which was a good sign. Leaning down, he accepted her kiss and brushed his nose over the tip of hers before burying his face into the side of her neck. “I will...in a few,” he mumbled. Singh could wait. Iris possibly being pregnant was priority right now. They were Barry and Iris, they’d get through this the same way they’d gotten through everything else. Taking a deep breath, Barry pressed a fleeting kiss to the underside of her jawline and released her. “Text me when you get back to work,” he began while glancing around the small space they were in. “And please forget about this article. No one knows the future,” he forced a reassuring smile. “Not even me.”

Iris felt her body calm down a little before looking back up at Barry smiling back at him. Her arms wound around his shoulders as his face buried into her neck. "Okay," she mumbled as she leaned into his kiss. "I always text you where I am," she joked making a face at him. "I'll try to forget it, okay?" she asked as she glanced over at the wall. "I'll call the doctor..see if I can get an appointment," she said letting out a sigh as her eyebrows pinched together a little. "Actually can you run me home? I have no energy to go back to work and I can write from there."

Barry: “Okay,” he answered, hoping that she would forget about 2024. They couldn’t afford to think about 2024 and their immediate future. It wouldn’t work out well one way or another. He nodded and then said, “Sure, just hold on to me.” Using his thumb he ran it across her eyebrows in an attempt smooth them. His constant need to see her happy bled through in that singular gesture. Bending his knees, he picked her up in one smooth motion - lightning already sizzling around them. He dropped a kiss on her lips before zapping out of Star Labs in ease. Within seconds they were at the front door of their loft. He placed her on her feet and fished out his keys to unlock the door but before he opened it, he turned to her. “Are you sure you’re okay? Because if you need me, I can take the rest of the day to be with you.” The last thing he wanted was to leave her alone in a time like this. “Just say the word, Iris.”

Iris nodded as she held on to Barry. In the blink of an eye they were at their loft door and she sighed before balancing herself and looking up at Barry. She didn't want him to miss work, but a part of her wanted nothing more than to just curl up in bed with him and let out every emotion she had. "Singh will kill you if you miss work," she said looking up at him with sad eyes that were clearly telling him to stay with her.

Barry: He decided after hearing how unconvincingly she sounded, that he would stay with her. This was a big deal, for them both and the last thing he wanted was to leave her alone especially when she needed him. He pushed a tendril of hair out of her face before opening the front door. “I’m going to stay,” he told her. “You need me and Singh will be fine. This is more important.”

Iris knew there was no way he was going back to the station. "Bar.." she sighed as she walked inside the loft. "I-I'll take the blame if he gives you a hard time," she smiled at him. Standing on her tippy toes, she kissed his cheek before making her way over towards the stairs. "Come lay with me. I need a nap before I figure everything out," she said as she walked up to their room. She managed to put on some comfier clothes which eased her mind but caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Standing there for a moment she looked at herself and a hint of a smile painted her face as she had her first positive thought about the possibility of her being pregnant. Maybe this wasn't going to be a bad thing.

Barry: “Just give me a sec,” he told her. Getting his phone out he called Singh while toeing off his converses and shrugging out of his jacket. Of course, Singh wasn’t happy about Barry taking the rest of the day off but in all honesty, he couldn’t leave Iris in good conscious to go through maybe’s alone. He walked up the stairs to their bedroom and stopped at the doorway when he saw her looking at herself in the mirror. “What are you doing?” he questioned, with a raised eyebrow.

Iris jumped when she heard Barry speak. She didn’t realize he had walked in because she was too focused on what was going on in her mind. So many thoughts of what ifs and what would happen in the future. “Nothing,” she said with a smile as she shook her head before walking over to the bed. Telling Barry to come with her, she let out a relaxing sigh as soon as she was in his arms. No matter what was going to happen down the road, she knew that Barry was going to be by her side. It eased her mind knowing that she had him and if they could go through this, then they could go through anything together.

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[RO] Rare

I live in the Swiss alps, its a beautiful place to live, each and every night I get to look down my mountain and see these orange lights keeping the snow illuminated. The stars only seem to shine on the best of nights, and even then the sight of a clear star filled sky, was rare.

Someones always having a party, wether its the old people down the street kicking everyone out at 10, or the new married couple who enjoy margaritas and adult sleepovers. Im for whatever events happen in the neighborhood but nothing really gravitated me like the new girls party, we all have a group chat for parties and functions so we can plan accordingly, and one day our community leader Krista adds a new number..

She says to the group chat this is my friend Laila, she just moved into the carters new place and she will be joining us at Jordans house for games I read the text then tossed the phone to my side not thinking much of it, and then I thought for a moment, im the only person in the neighborhood named Jordan, I never have functions at my house, she didn't specify a date either. My phone began dinging over and over as everyone greeted Laila and welcomed her, and then there was a knock at my door. I put my phone In my pocket and walked over to see Krista, her husband, and a small framed woman in a red coat with platinum blonde hair and a nose stud standing behind them.

Krista handed me a bottle of wine and walked through my door, her husband right behind her patted my shoulder and headed for my kitchen presumably to find the beer I would buy in case he came over as I don't drink. I turned around for a moment to asses the situation as Krista began shuffling my papers and moving my various books and such to my upstairs loft, and then I noticed Laila had not walked in yet, I turned back towards her. may I come in? I smiled at her and stepped out of the way, gesturing for her to enter my home of course you may, make yourself at home and thank you for asking. I thought it was peculiar she asked but quite refreshing, I ran to the kitchen to open the wine and fiddled through my silverware drawer as Kristas husband Craig began talking about the IPA I had bought this is a real solid choice Jordan, you must really be getting good at the beer knowledge, are you going to have one tonight? I looked up from my project at hand as I finally found the cork screw probably not Craig but Isla and her husband will be here later im sure and I know you love drinking with them. I turned the screw into the cork at the top and began pulling it out, it came out with a satisfying POP! and I began pouring the wine into two glasses I had set on the counter.

Craig stopped me before I could get to the second glass Laila doesn't drink I nodded and stowed the second glass, I grabbed the wine to bring it out to Krista but Craig stopped me before I could you know I think you'll really like Laila, she seems your type. I stopped trying to walk forward and hung back a moment, peering Around the corner to see Laila sitting still close to the front door having a conversation with Krista as she cleaned. what do you mean Craig, how is she my type? he laughed and smacked my back she's weird buddy I was taken aback for a moment until I began flipping through my memories with my neighborhood friends. Over the years id lived here they had seen me creating makeshift model rockets and shooting them down the mountain, putting chairs on skis and seeing if id survive the plummet, sledding with a table, building igloos to write inside of, covering my house in white paint for a winter to see if they'd have trouble finding me. Craig was right, I was weird how weird is she Craig?

He laughed at me and then gripped my shoulder as he began telling me the tale of Laila In the red coat. Laila comes from America just like you, she's fluent in over 7 languages, we helped her move boxes today and she had at least 6 large 2x2x2 cardboard boxes filled with books, some of which im sure are as old as your own judging by the glass cases she keeps them in. We came to get her on our way here and she was dancing with a chemistry skeleton like for a high school, she was pretty good too. His accent annunciated the Two O's in too and Made me snicker as he finished the sentence, she sounded like a lovely girl but how do you start a conversation with someone like that? I nudged Craig how do you start a conversation with someone like that? he shrugs how do I start a conversation with you? I scratched my head Craig you don't really start conversations with me you just grab a beer, mention a fact and then go from there. He laughed at what I said then went digging in my fridge, he handed me 2 cans of Cola same principal just with less hops.

I shook my head at him as I walked out of the kitchen with the wine and the cokes, I handed Krista the glass as I passed her and she thanked me before returning to browsing my board game collection in the closet. I walked over to Laila and handed her the cola Craig tells me you don't drink and im right there with you, is that alright or would you like some water? she smiled at me and took the cola this is wonderful, I love the soda you guys have over here as she spoke I couldn't help but stare at her shiny nose stud, as she spoke and caught my glance she covered it and began to take it out sorry I wasn't sure if this looked good or not. I gently outstretched my hand to indicate different no no, its quite lovely, it accentuates your nose well. she moved her hand back to her side and took a sip from her soda as she smiled. I laughed to myself and carried on the conversation, More and more people came and my house filled with guests, Krista ended up having us play charades and put me and Laila on a team.

We went for many rounds, talking amongst ourselves or with the group and as the night got older and more and more people departed, it came down to just me, Craig, Krista and Laila. The score was 23 to 24 giving you a pretty good idea of how long it lasted. I had started a fire in my chimney earlier on in the night so the logs were crackling as the snow gently fell down our quiet mountain. Craig was in the middle of hopping on one leg and swinging his arm as if it held a long sword while I sat with Laila, she had since moved from one side of the couch to the other and was right next to me.

As Craig finished up his turn we all laughed and Laila once again moved closer, their turn had ended without them scoring a point declaring me and Laila the winners. We all laughed as Craig told us a joke about Blackbeard and how they we were being elitist against his pirate ways, I was looking at Lailas eyes while we all laughed and noticed a peculiar spot on her left iris, a small white dot surrounded by emerald green. She turned to me as I was looking at her and laughed as we turned back towards the two, Craig stood up and looked at his watch well Jordan I guess well have to leave you be for the night, but thank you for having us, Krista are you ready to go? Krista nodded through a smile and stood up oh Jordan ive had a lot tonight and so has Craig here so we called a car, its a bit of a straight shot though, would you mind bringing Laila back? it was an odd request especially since the party was held at my house but it only took a few moments for it to dawn on me as Craig nodded his head with a smile. Laila began to protest I don't want to be a burden you had us over and fed us I can just walk its no big deal. I smiled at her it would be my pleasure to bring you home, the drive over that way is beautiful anyway.

We all departed my house as Craig and Krista gave us hugs and kissed Laila on the cheek, I locked my door and followed Laila down the steps towards my car as Craig and Krista got into their Taxi laughing like maniacs. I turned the car on with my remote and walked to the other side to get her door she smiled at me as she stepped into the car what a gentleman. I had to bite my lips to hide my smirk as I went around the other side and opened my door, a gust of wind came down the mountain and hit me hard forcing my eyes shut, when I opened them I noticed that the sky was crystal clear showing me millions of beautiful stars amongst the pitch black sky.

I stepped into the drivers seat and pulled out of the driveway, Laila turned towards me as we got out of the gravel and onto the pavement thank you, im sorry Krista dumped me with you I laughed for a moment don't apologize for a second, im quite happy to get an extra moment or two with you. she looked off but I saw in the reflection she was smiling im pretty happy to get an extra moment too.

I pulled up to her house and got out, rushing around the side so I could open the door for her, almost missing the handle with my leather gloved hands and nearly falling on my face, as I got the door open and recovered from my stumble she stepped out and I closed the door behind her. thank you for driving me home, I had a really nice night I smiled and nodded I did as well, thank you for coming. she stood there for a moment as if she wanted me to hold her hand or hug her, I put my hand up and walked back to my drivers said goodnight. She smiled weakly and mumbled goodnight. I thought for a moment why id done what I just did and decided to try to reverse it, I stepped back around my car and before she could turn around I wrapped my arms around her, thank you for coming tonight, would you like to get dinner with me tomorrow. she wrapped her arms around my torso and pressed her cheek against my chest yes please, can you pick me up at 7? I nodded, grazing her head with my chin absolutely. I let go of her and she unwrapped her arms, turning to walk up towards her door your eyes are beautiful I said, getting the last word in for the night, she smiled and spoke softly thank you before walking into her house, I turned towards my car to enter but I felt compelled to turn back around before I did.

her lights went on and she walked into the living room, I could see her silhouette begin To do a little dance, I smiled and stepped into my car to drive home. I rounded the corner towards my house and parked the car, turning it off and stepping out, before I went inside I stared up at the sky, it had gotten cloudy and dim, with only a few stars showing.

I wasn't surprised the sky wasn't clear anymore, I knew that only on the best of nights, was the sky fully clear, and that those nights...were rare.

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Infinity of Stars (Reader x Rocket Raccoon) PROLOGUE

When taken from her home planet, Terra from a young age, Y/N L/N, also known as Iris, is taught to survive and becomes one of the galaxies' well-known bounty hunters.

But what happens when rumor spreads that she knows the locations of the rare and dangerous infinity gauntlet; a highly powerful weapon that could destroy all?

She is the only human to know of its whereabouts, something which the Guardians of the Galaxy need to find, before its too late.

But...

Who will get to the weapon of mass destruction first?

Prologue

Terra, 1993

It was late this one night, later than usual, the mist that appeared fogged up the majority of the land and fields for miles on end, and all depictions of distinguishing things from afar was far right impossible.

There, in the middle of the fields and countryside, sat a lone house, small enough to look like a cottage, its outside exterior looking small and cramped, but it held the warmth of a fire that kept those living there nice and snug.

Sitting by the fire and close to the window, was a middle aged man. From his grey whispers of hair messy on his head and appearing lightly on his beard, he looked like to be in his late 40s, but was only in his late 30s. The man, wearing a large black and red flannel and dark jeans, was reading a small book with a hard back cover, The Metamorphosis it read, displaying underneath the hideous depiction of a large insect. The man looked to be engrossed in his book, as his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose looked to be almost falling off.

“Daddy?” The man looked up from his literature, looking over towards the door, to see a little girl, no older than 4, was standing, clutching her favourite tattered brown stuffed toy, its old and worn out red ribbon around its neck. The little girl had long H/C hair with little ringlets that framed her face, S/C and a pair of soft E/C, innocent and large to look like a pair of deer eyes staring back.

The man sighed, “Why you still up pumpkin?” He asked in a tired tone, setting his book to the side as the little girl wondered further into the cosy living room, “Couldn't sleep again?” He asked, watching her head nod in an embarrassed way.

The man sighed again, yet a small smile graced his slightly wrinkled face, “Alright, I take you back to bed-” Before he stood, his daughter stepped out almost suddenly, “W-Wait!” He paused, “I... thought you could... read to me again.” she suggested, and she suddenly took out a large book from behind her back.

The World Outside Ours it read in big, bold, large capital letters, with the image of the sun being surrounded by other planets. “You want me to read that to you again pumpkin?” as his daughter’s reaction changed to mere excitement. “C’here.” He made space for her to sit on his lap, handing the book over to him, she giggled sweetly as she listened to her father read and talk about the many different planets, suns, stars, comets, galaxies and many more that were just beyond of our own world.

“What’s that one Daddy?” The girl pointed at the image of a cluster of large particles together, colours of light and dark blues, whites, yellows and purples filled this cluster, as the man smiled. “That’s Iris Nebula. It’s a patch of gases and dust that appeared in the constellation Cepheus.” The girl looked down once again at the page, “What’s Ce-fph-eus?” The man chuckled again.

“It’s Cepheus, but you were very close. The constellation was named after a Greek king.” The girl’s eyes widened in awe and curiosity, before she looked back to the window, staring up into the dark sky, clusters of small stars filled the night sky.

“When I’m older, I want to go see Iris.” The man chuckled at his daughter’s imagination and dreams, “I’m afraid it would be quite the trip pumpkin, Iris is very far away from here.”

“How long would it take? A year?”

“More than that pumpkin. Maybe more than all of your life.”

The girl nodded her head slowly in understanding, staring back from the window to inside, “I could take you with me, so I wasn’t bored. We could g-go on an adventure into outer space!”

The man nodded, “Would you take anyone else with you?” The girl shook her head, “Only you and Mr Snuggles!” She clutched her teddy bear in her hands, smiling brightly, “Daddy?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Do you think... mummy's out there?”

The man paused, rarely did the girl talk about her mother, only until now, “Yes sweetie. I know she is. How about one day, when you’re much older, I’ll take you to visit outer space, and to see mummy again.”

The little girl squealed with delight, wrapping her small arms around her father’s neck, “You promise?” She held up her small pinkie. The man nodded, grinning from ear to ear, and holding out his pinkie too.

“I promise Y/N.”

Two years later...

His illness got worse and worse during those two years. From a minor cough, to headaches, bleeding from his nose and mouth, to fainting, vomiting up blood and day and night time visits to the hospital. No-one would expect him to also catch the disease, the same as his wife, or anyone in his family. The disease was rare genetic problem, and it didn’t often happen for someone else to get it.

But after a few months of lots of treatments, at the stroke of midnight, he left this world to go into the next.

There was nothing left that Y/N had left to love; she was alone, her parents now dead, and the only close relatives she had left was her aunt on her father's side.

From what the social workers thought, they believed Y/N's aunt was nice, bubbly and sweet, but deep down, they didn't know was she was a cruel, harsh and mean woman, who abused and treated Y/N poorly from a young age.

"What are you doing?" Her aunt screeched at the 6 year old, making the girl jump and turn quickly to her aunt. "Nothing a-auntie, you told me to stack the dishes." She whimpered softly. "Did I tell you to stack up my precious China?" Her aunt barked, making the girl whimper and back away until her back hit the counter.

"Come here you stupid girl." She growled, grabbing her niece with what Y/N thought were claws instead of nails, her talons gripping the flesh of the girl, making her scream in pain. "You never learn." Y/N tried to pull her arm back, as her aunt gripped her H/C hair. Tears begun slipping down her cheeks, "You never will learn you stupid, stupid girl."

"Stop!" Y/N cried, moving backwards to get out the her aunt's grip, before slipping, her aunt's grip loosening as Y/N's head moved forward to the counter, until a dull pain surrounded her head, and before she realised, the echoing of plates shattering around her brought her to the realisation that she had fallen and brought the plates to crash onto the tiled floor.

Groggily sitting up, she didn't hear the screams from her aunt, the echoes and blurred noises only made her hear her own swallowed breathing and her heartbeat thumping against her chest.

She looked down, the warm wet substance dripping down her cheek. Moving a hand, she pressed it to her cheek, looking at the red substance that stained her palm.

The pain suddenly hit her, as she stood up, stumbling as quickly as she could and running out of the kitchen. The screams and shouts from her aunt spurring her to run faster. She only remembered the things in her make-shift bedroom downstairs, she grabbed her teddy bear and a necklace that was the only memory that her mother had given to her when she was just a baby.

Once she had her things, she rushed out into the hallway, opening the door, and running outside as fast as she could. The rushing of adrenaline and pain washed over her cold small body as she ran as quickly into the woods. The darkness surrounded her as breathed the cold air.

She paused, looking around her surroundings, her head pounding as the cold nipped at her skin. She shivered, clutching her thin clothing to her small body to attempt to keep her warm.

She sniffed, deciding to sit down beside a large tree, looking up at the tall, wide, structure that surrounded her, causing her to shake from both the fear and mild climate. She clutched Mr Snuggles closer to her chest more, breathing the familiar scent of vanilla after she remembered her father accidentally spilling vanilla extract onto her stuffed bear. The smell made her fell safe, and calm in ways of her making her forget where she was.

It was only until the emotions that were pent up inside her finally surfaced; the death of her parents, her abusive aunt and the wound on her head, caused the girl to sob uncontrollably into her stuffed toy.

This sobbing went on for a while, around 10 minutes of wailing, shudders and runny blood-shot red eyes. Her beautiful E/C eyes, which used to hold such youth and innocence- were shattered and all that was left in this six year old, was pain, loneliness and sadness.

Her tears were brought to a halt, an overhead noise brought her to look up, a deep rumble heard just above her head. She begun to panic, thinking it was her aunt, who had called the police, and it was a helicopter that was flying above her to retrieve her back. 'No, I'm not going back there.' She panicked, picking herself up and her teddy, and running deeper into the darkness of the forest.

The rumbling sounded like it was getting louder, her eyes pounding as she ran for her life, tripping and falling on large rocks and twigs, before picking herself up again and wobbling to find a way out.

She managed, running out into a wide clearing field, running through the tall grass, she stopped to hide, hoping that the 'helicopter' wasn't able to see her. She used this time of hiding to catch her breath, her legs and arms stinging from her cuts and bruises, as she left shaky breaths out, the cold seeming to warm her up.

It was only until the rumbling had suddenly paused that she thought she was safe, standing to her small feet, she felt a large shadow loom above her. She stopped, craning her head back to see the sight above her.

Never did she think extraterrestrial life existed- her aunt make sure she didn't believe in it anyway. But she never expected a large spacecraft to loom above her. She was sure scared, shaking in her own shoes, she screamed, tears falling as a bright light shone down. Suddenly, she wasn't able to move, her limbs were being forced not to let her run away, and it was only until she felt her feet leave the ground, that she begun to frantically scream louder and squirm, her body being pulled higher and higher above her ground, until there was an overlarge amount of darkness surrounding her, and there were voices surrounding her that sounded all to unfamiliar.

From a young age, Y/N was ripped from her home planet, her family and her own possibility of being that young cheerful girl again... was gone.

Hope you enjoyed this prologue!

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