#might just drive off a cliff next time i get into my stupid fucking car

[kiwi-ism]

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#good thing I'm too anxious to actually kermit unalive bc today has pushed me to that point #if i was gonna get into a fucking car wreck on top of everything else it should have at least been fatal to put me out of my fucking misery #I'm tired and i don't want to do this anymore so if i could just stop existing that wouls be great #would also appreciate a break but life can never give me that #might just drive off a cliff next time i get into my stupid fucking car #personal

[nashibirne]

DESPERADO - 3

Helen and August are back. Sorry it took me a while to write the next chapter but our holidays got in the way of writing. Anyway, here it is and it's getting a little steamy. I somehow struggled with writing the smut this time, it was somewhat hard to find the right balance in their dynamics but I think it turned out fine in the end. I hope you like it, too. As you know, writers live off validation, so comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated 💜

Pairing: Augut Walker x OFC (Helen Nichols)

Summary: August has survived the fight with Ethan Hunt and the fall from the cliff. A few lucky coincidences saved his life and he ends up with a woman that saves him and gives him shelter in her little hermit hut. He is at a turning point in his life. What is he going to do?

Word count: ~ 3.1 k

Warnings: Description of injuries, smut, NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal sex

NO BETA! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: I don’t own August Walker and anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claim Helen: Rooney Mara

You can find parts 1 and 2 and my other fics on my masterlist.

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Desperado

Oh, you ain't gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger

They're drivin' you home

Freedom, oh freedom

Well that's just some people talkin'

Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone

From Desperado by The Eagles, Lyrics: Don Henley, Glenn Frey

"She's dead. She died in an accident. She was gone. I stayed."

No matter how hard August tried to find out more about Allison, there was no way to make Helen tell him anything else but these simple basics. She'd worked hard on building a protective wall around that part of her heart and her mind, she had closed off the grief and the feeling of guilt and she wasn't willing to hand over the key to her memories to a random stranger who was lying about his identity.

Besides August's futile attempts to pry into Helen's past the next two weeks were quite harmonious. While Helen had decided to ignore the fact that Austin Peters was a fake persona to avoid any kinds of complications, August had decided to accept the inevitable and to be a nice houseguest and he grudgingly let Helen take care of him. They soon got used to the fact that her help made them share pretty intimate moments and August had a hard time granting her access to his personal space, letting her literally touch him everywhere when she had to treat his wounds or help him get dressed and undressed, but he also watched her blush and shy away from him with fiendish joy.

It made him feel better about his face that his body obviously still had a significant effect on Helen and he couldn't deny that seeing her running around in her underwear or imagining her standing in the shower naked had a certain effect on him too. And it wasn't only physical, he really started to like her. She was smart and tough but also witty and cheeky sometimes, and it was hard for him to admit to himself that he enjoyed her company. Stockholm syndrome for sure, he tried to tell himself but in the back of his mind he knew the truth.

He had no idea that Helen felt the same and that her aloof manner was mostly facade. Behind the mask of indifference she was growing warm feelings for him. Warm, foolish, irrational feelings for a man she actually knew nothing about and who was involved in an FBI investigation. She blamed her hunger for interpersonal interactions and warmth that resulted from her self-chosen isolation for these surfacing emotions and did her best to ignore them.

What was really bothering Helen most after only a few days was the sleeping situation. Despite the fact that the there-is-only-one-bed-trope was everything from hot to romantic in theory it was only leading to back pain in reality. August kept on offering to sleep on the couch but she wouldn't let him. He needed a comfortable place to sleep and her sofa was hardly big enough for her. A tall man like him wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep on it. So after 14 nights she decided to do something about it. She had made a call in the morning, August had heard her muffled voice from the kitchen when he was in the bathroom, and now a car was driving up to the hut. He started to panic.

"Who's that?"

He looked at Helen and she gave him a shrug.

"A friend. He's bringing me a folding bed, called him this morning. I'm not going to survive another night on the couch."

A car door was slammed shut with a thud and foot steps were coming closer to the front door.

"He can't come in, Helen", August whispered, giving her a pleading glance. She raised an eyebrow.

"Why's that?"

"He mustn't see me. Please."

Helen eyed him up and down and when it knocked August held his breath, his heart racing. She turned to the door without another word and August grabbed a large knife from the knife block before hiding in the corner of the room that wasn't visible from the entrance. Helen flinched when she realized that he'd armed himself but after taking a deep breath she opened the door with a nonchalant smile.

"Naseer. Hi. That was quick."

"Hi Helen. Yeah, it sounded urgent on the phone and you can't sleep in a broken bed so I thought I better bring you the folding bed as soon as possible."

August tried to imagine the man who belonged to the pleasant, warm voice. His English was very good but he clearly wasn't a native speaker. Someone from the village he guessed. From the village he would have erased without batting an eyelid just two weeks ago. His stomach twisted at the thought and it filled him with anger that he seemed to evolve something like a conscience lately.

"That's really kind of you."

He could hear the smile in Helen's voice.

"Let me help you unload it."

"No, I'll go and get it. Just tell me where to put it."

"Just put it here on the porch. I'll take care of it later."

Naseer gave Helen a funny look and she knew he was thinking she was acting strange but she could hardly let him walk inside the hut where August was awaiting him with a knife. She watched her only friend walk to his truck, grabbing the bed from the loading space and carrying it to the house.

"It's no problem to carry it inside", he said when he was standing in front of Helen again. "I could also fix your bed. I built it, it shouldn't be hard to replace a broken part."

He built it? The guy built Helen's bed? August started to wonder what kind of friend he was and why the question bothered him so much.

"No! No, that won't be necessary, Naseer."

Christ, woman, don't talk so fast. Her nervousness was showing in her voice and August was worried he might really have to use that fucking knife.

"Really, it's fine...I'm quite busy right now. In the middle of a creative phase...you know...kissed by the muse."

Good girl, back on track. August's heart rate went back to normal.

"You're working on your book again? That's great, Hel."

Hel? He rolled his eyes, annoyed and impatient.

"Yeah, it really is. My agent is pretty relieved too, my writer's block made him quite nervous. But I'm working almost non-stop on it...so yeah."

She shrugged with a sheepish grin, feeling terrible for lying to him.

"Is that why you needed all those supplies? Because you don't want to leave for grocery shopping in the next few weeks? Your truck was loaded when we met the other day."

"Exactly."

"I see...well…"

"Yeah…"

"I better get going then. Let you work in peace…"

"Thanks for stopping by, Naseer."

"Anytime. You know you can always call me when something's wrong or when you need help, right?"

"Of course." Her laugh sounded fake and nervous and for a moment she thought Naseer was going to ask her what was going on but he only gave her a worried look before he left. Helen let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and closed the door behind her.

"He's gone. You can put that away." She pointed at the knife August clung to, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"What?" He looked at her angrily, putting the knife back in the knife block. "I just wanted to be prepared."

Helen let out a snort. "For what? Naseer attacking an injured stranger?"

"I don't know him."

"But I do. He's a friend and you made me act rude without a reason."

"A friend, huh? Hel?" August said in a mocking tone wiggling his eyebrows. He tried to be cheeky and make her laugh to ease the tension but he knew it was a stupid move as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Yes. A friend. Austin."

She was still being deadly serious and stressed his false name pointedly crossing her arms in front of her chest. August didn't know what to say or do to keep the situation from escalating so he just shrugged.

"Fine."

"Fine? That's all you have to say? For fucks sake...tell me why you didn't want Naseer to see you. Explain to me why you armed yourself with a knife, hiding in a dark corner of my house. My fucking house, goddamn…in which you found shelter..." She was furious now and he made a step towards her, his hands raised up in surrender. "Okay, listen, Helen."

"I'm all ears."

"As I said, it was just taking precautions. I'm a mistrustful person, made some bad experiences in the past and got hurt too often."

"Bullshit." She shook her head. "Don't try to tug at my heartstrings. Just tell me the truth."

August took a deep breath, he was getting frustrated and annoyed by her insistence.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just can't, okay? Let's just leave it at that or…"

“Or what? Are you going to kill me?”

Her voice was full of sarcasm but her eyes showed him that a part of her was scared of him, wondering what he was capable of. The logical answer to her question would have been yes. His answer should have been yes, but when he said no, when he denied it, August meant it. He wasn't going to kill her nor would he ever hurt her.

“No, but I still can’t tell you.”

She could tell by the expression on his face that he was torn. He wanted to open up to her, but he felt like he couldn't.

“Just give me something. A little part of the truth to help me understand who you are, where you’re coming from and what you`re up to."

“That’s not so easy, Helen. You might not like what you’re going to hear.”

He gave her a shrug and something that was supposed to be a smile.

“I don’t care. August.”

He blinked repeatedly. “Sorry?”

“Yes...August.” She rolled her eyes. “I know that you've been lying to me from day one."

He got up and started to pace the hut, still hobbling a little, though his ankle was much better. He wasn’t really worried just debating with himself. After a while he stopped by the window, staring outside. “You're right. My name is August. August Walker.”

"Thanks, but I already know that much", Helen snapped.

"How did you find out about my name?" He asked as calmly as his fluttering nerves allowed it, turning around to look her in the eyes.

"Why did you lie to me?" Helen threw him a challenging look.

"How much do you know?" August was not willing to leave his questions unanswered.

"Why. Did. You. Lie. To. Me?" Helen shouted at him.

"It's none of your fucking business", he yelled back.

Helen laughed out loud.

"It's none of my business? Are you kidding me? I saved you. I let you stay in my house, sleep in my bed, I treat your wounds, I take care of you, give you shelter, I've helped you in every possible way, no matter how many of my personal boundaries have been transgressed and now you're seriously telling me that it's none of my business that you've lied to me all this fucking time?"

"I've never asked for your help."

His voice was calm, his facial expression blank and stern but his eyes were blazing with emotion. His stare was so intense it made Helen shiver.

"You ungrateful ass", she whispered, stunned by his audacity. "You took all I had to give without saying thank you only once. And now you're…"

He was right in front of her with two big strides, his lips crashing on hers with unexpected passion. Helen was too surprised to think about her reaction. She instinctively kissed him back, granting him access, letting him deepen the kiss, allowing his hands to explore her body. 60 seconds later she was in control of herself again. She pushed him away, staring at him dumbfounded.

"Shit. What are you doing?"

"Expressing my gratitude."

He gave her an outrageously sexy smirk and it took Helen just a split second to grab him by his shirt and pull him close again to kiss him feverishly. She wanted him. She wanted him badly. She wanted him now.

August pressed her against the wall with his huge body, caressing her tits through her clothes while kissing her neck. She moaned and started to tug at his shirt. He took it off in a hurry and Helen got rid of her top and bra. When they kissed again she let her hands run over his chest gently, making sure not to hurt him. She pulled away and looked at him, at his scarred face that was still so handsome now that the wounds were healing and the swelling had gone down around his eye. August averted his eyes, burying his head in the crook of her neck again, withdrawing from her gaze.

"Turn around", he mumbled, taking her by her waist.

She did what he asked her to do but when she heard him fumble with his belt and the sound of his pants hitting the floor behind her back, when his hands tried to pull down her sweatpants impatiently, she turned around again. She reached up and cupped his face with her tiny hands, running her thumb tenderly over his burnt skin.

"Listen, August. This is not going to be a quickie, okay? You want to express your gratitude? Great. I like this. But do it properly. Fuck me rough, if you want to, fuck me hard, but don't you dare to hide from me. Look at me. Kiss me. Give me the feeling of being wanted. Pretend it's more than just some kind of job."

He looked at her with an unreadable expression, hesitating for a moment. He opened his mouth but instead of saying something he pressed his lips together with a nod. Helen smiled at him before stripping naked slowly.

When he kissed her again he took his time, enjoying the sensation of holding her naked body close to his now. She was surprised by his tenderness, by his gentle touch and the delicate kisses he covered her body with and blown away by the passion that soon erupted from deep within him. It was just a small step from long, slow kisses to making out like two hungry predators.

He lifted her up easily and carried her to her bed where he laid her down on her back carefully. He climbed between her legs and looked at her.

"Ready to get fucked like never before?"

She smirked. "Big words. I hope you're not all mouth."

"You don't like my mouth?" He started to kiss her belly, licking her skin, leaving a wet trace that led down south where his tongue met her soft pubic hair.

"I love your mouth."

Helen moaned when he kissed her pussy and parted her folds with his tongue.

"Yeah? You like my tongue too?"

He started to tongue fuck her and she grabbed his head, pressing his face closer to her sex.

"Shut up and eat me out."

She threw her head back when sucked on her clit.

"Oh fuck…" She moved her hips slowly to the rhythm of his actions, rolling them with intense motions, burying her fingers in his thick, curly hair. "Just like this...yes."

Her moans got louder and louder and his dick was so hard it hurt, leaking precum. He knew she was about to come but she stopped him before she climaxed.

"Lay down", she ordered and so they switched positions. August had always been a dominant lover but being bossed around by her was a great turn on. He loved how determined she was, it was incredibly sexy how she was chasing her high, not even trying to hide that she wanted to fulfil her own needs most of all. She was starved, desperately in need of this, of him. In this moment she needed him, she wanted him, she allowed him to give her what she was craving.

Helen was kneeling between his legs now, grabbing his dick. "I love your cock too." She grinned at him before she started to suck him off with a devotion that was new to him.

She turned him into a whimpering, panting mess soon, her lips and her tongue working their magic on his dick, and just like her, he grabbed her head to have some kind of control over her actions. He made her take him deeper and she took him deeper.

"Good girl. Taking me so well."

His voice was raspy and she locked eyes with him, her gaze telling him that she liked to be praised. August groaned when she slowly pulled back, licking his length one last time.

"Fuck, Helen...I need to feel you."

"I'll make you feel me."

Saliva was dripping from her swollen lips and he almost got off just by the sight of it. His saviour, his saint had turned into a shameless whore and he was willing to worship and adore her for being his dirty, little slut.

"Yes, you will."

He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her onto his cock. She sighed with pleasure when he entered her tight cunt, stretching her wet pussy and as soon as she got used to his size she started to ride him, rolling her hips slowly in a rhythm that was giving them both the greatest pleasure. August stroked her tits, caressed and kneaded them and she supported her body with her hands on his chest. She picked up speed and when August pinched her nipple she came with a hoarse shriek, her whole body trembling with ecstasy and lust.

Helen bent down to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly while thrusting his hips. He fucked her without restraint now, his thrusts hard, fast and deep. He railed her mercilessly until his intense orgasm swept him away. He let out a long, satisfied moan and loosened his grip on her body.

He kissed her again but she seemed to be in a rush suddenly and rolled off him and went to the bathroom. August was kind of surprised and sobered to a certain degree when he heard that she was taking a shower. She either couldn't stand after-sex-cuddles in general or she really thought that he had just done her a favor to thank her for her hospitality.

He wondered how many times he would have to fuck her till she was willing to fall asleep in his arms afterwards.

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#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fandom #august walker smut #august walker #august walker fanfiction #august walker x ofc

[sunaswife]

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

🔪: <3 thanks for all the support so far

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter Thirteen

“Kuroo-San I’m very flattered but in reality I’m seeing someone.” You chuckled awkwardly as you both walked to the lounge after today’s game. “Really?! Since when! About a month ago during the black Jackals game you just said you were a single mom!” He exclaimed. “Well..in reality..I’m trying to make amends with the father of my children. We were both dumb and immature but now since we’re older, we can have a decent conversation. And I still have feelings for him in a way and he’s already confessed..so...” you scratched the back on your head. “Have you accepted his confession..?” He asked. “Well..I mean I kind of changed the subject..” you replied awkwardly. “Poor guy..” he put his hand on his chest as if he felt the pain. “Well it’s not right to pressure someone into going on a date with them so I’m sorry. I was out of line. And I hope everything goes well between you and Rintarou.” He said with a soft smile. He patted your head and walked away down the other hall, you just stood there dumbfounded. How does he know Rin is the dad..?

You haven’t checked social media or sports news so you’re not sure if people already know. You made you way into the lounge and opened your small locker. You took out your purse and walked to your car, you tried walking as fast as possible to avoid talking to people and when you were in the comfort of your car you took out your phone.

Your eyes widened at the amount of phone calls and messages Rin sent. You didn’t even have a chance to read the messages since you decided to call back Rin and wonder what is going on. “It’s about time you answer.” He immediately gritted, he obviously sounded pissed. “Excuse me?” You immediately said with such confusion.

Does he seriously think he can get away with talking to you like that?

“I said it’s about time you fucking answered. Why weren’t you answering my calls or messages?” He asked. “I was obviously working.” You said in a duh tone. “Is something wrong?” You asked. “YES something is wrong! My son almost died and I didn’t know what to do!”

Your heart dropped. He almost...died..? “W-wait—“ you shook your head. “What do you mean he almost died?” You asked. “He had an allergy attack and I had to use an epipen. I didn’t know what to do at the hospital. I rarely had any information. You never told me if the kids had insurance or anything.” “Is Rini okay?” You immediately asked. “Yes he’s fine. But you didn—“

“I’m on my way. For the next eight hours, think before you speak, okay? Don’t say anything you’ll regret.” You warned. “Whatever.” He muttered and hung up. Immediately your heart clenched and you threw your phone at the passenger seat. You rubbed your face and leaned forward and gripped the steering wheel.

“What the fuck.” You sighed. Throughout the drive back to Hyogo your hands began shaking thinking about your kids and Rin. The kids went through something traumatic, and you weren’t there to help them or to protect them. What kind of mother are you? You wanted to slap yourself so hard, jump off a cliff. Receive some sort of punishment for being such a stupid mother and trusting Rin with your children.

After a few hours, your makeup needed a touch up, your hair was a mess for running your hands through your hair hoping your son is okay. Your eyes felt droopy. You’ve only slept a good six hours between drives and it’s way past midnight. The sun began to rise and you finally passed the billboard welcoming you to the hyogo prefecture. You went to the hospital Rin said they were at and you quickly parked and made your way inside.

The poor lady in the office seemed startled at your appearance, your clothes were wrinkled, and your shirt was untucked and unbuttoned from the top, you had bags under your eyes, you were a whole mess. When she gave the room number you slipped off your heels and began jogging to your location. The door was opened so you peeked in and saw your daughter playing with her fox plush on the uncomfortable couch chair.

It was like she sensed you so she looked up and you made eye contact with your little girl. Her eyes immediately watered and she hopped off the chair crying. “Mommy!” She sobbed and you immediately bent down to pick her up. You held her close and her grip tightened around your shoulders. “Rini doesn’t feel good..” she mumbled in your ear. “I know baby, I know.” You answered and dropped your heels by the entrance.

You made you way inside and saw Rin hunched over on the bed sleeping. He was holding Rini’s hand who was also asleep. He looked alright and you sighed in relief. “Have you slept, Akira?” You asked and she nodded. “I slept with Rini, but grandma wanted me to go back home with her. But Rini needed me. He’s my twin.” She wiped her eyes and slightly pulled away. You neared the other side of the bed and pulled the lounge chair closer so you can sit. Akira was on your left thigh with her head still on your shoulder. You looked at Rini sleeping and you brushed some hair out of his face. He slowly opened his eyes and he smiled lazily, “I missed you momma..” he mumbled. “I missed you too. I came as fast as I could.” You assured. “I was so scared.” He admitted. “I know..and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you.” Your eyes began to water. “Don’t cry mommy.... then I’ll cry..” Rini held your hand with his free hand.

Your wiped under your eyes with the sleeve of your blazer to stop the tears from falling and you smiled again. “Okay I won’t cry.” You said and released a breath. “Can you sing me a song?” Akira asked in your neck, “Yeah I want a song too, please.” Rini pouted and you nodded. They had a favorite song from a certain show that they enjoyed the most. You began to sing softly and Rini squeezed your hand and Akira began to fall asleep again.

I always thought I might be bad

Now I'm sure that it's true

'Cause I think you're so good

And I'm nothing like you

Look at you go

I just adore you

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I'm so special

You saw as Rini’s eyes began to close so he could fall back to sleep, you heard snoring right in your ear and realized Akira knocked out as well. “You have a beautiful voice.” Rin said softly as he rested his head on the side of his arm. “Sorry that I woke you up.” You quickly apologized. “No it’s fine..” he yawned and slowly sat up. He winced slightly, “Damn I need to see a chiropractor.” He muttered and you released a small chuckle. “Me too.” You said.

“So is Rini okay? What happened?” You asked and he sighed and looked into your eyes. “My mom got some burgers from a restaurant where peanut oil is used. She didn’t know Rini was allergic and I didn’t check the bag.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You raised your voice and his eyes widened. “Your mom almost killed our son and you blame me for leaving you without any information?” You asked and he looked down guilty. “She didn’t kn—“

“Of course she doesn’t know because all day she was acting like a conceited bitch instead of being a grandmother to her grandkids. She even called me a whore—“

“No she didn’t.” He immediately interrupted. “She didn’t because you stopped her. But that’s what she thinks right? I model for Hana’s company to support her and to build up my self esteem and now I’m a whore? And you had the audacity to talk to me so rudely when I didn’t do anything. If you’re going to be treating me like that then there’s the fucking door. You understand? Never again will I be disrespected by a man.” You said and he had no words.

“You make it seem like I did it on purpose. I was sleep deprived and scared. I felt like I was going to throw up.” Rin squinted his narrow eyes.

“Do you have any idea what I felt when I got a call eight hours away that my son almost died? Imagine how I feel when he calls out to me and I’m not there. I feel like I failed them as a mom, my chest hurts and I’ve always been there. Always. And now I leave them in your hands and something happens and I can’t get there soon? I almost had a panic attack on the drive!” You exclaimed and he stayed silent. He didn’t want to continue fighting. He’s sure the kids are awake and listening to everything.

“I’m sorry.” He said and looked at his hands. He felt defeated and disappointed. You shouldn’t be so hard on him, it’s been less than a month since he took on this role. “Hey look at me.” You called softly, he looked up and you made eye contact once more. “I’m sorry for going off on you like this, I’m just as upset and afraid as you are and I’m sure you haven’t slept much.”

“I could say the same for you, you look like shit.” He cracked a tiny smile and you rolled your eyes with a giggle. “So did your mom eventually decide to be a grandma or she still hates me so she’s not getting close?” You asked. “She went back home to bring some clothes and then to get us some breakfast. I sent her a screenshot of my notes.” He said and you nodded. You obviously still felt uneasy with her, but they deserve a grandma and if she’s being civil you have no reason to take them away from her.

There was a knock at the door and you and Rin immediately turned your heads. “Oh you must be mom..” the doctor said. “Yeah I’m mom.” You said. She explained that Rini stayed longer than usual because he is a child. After a severe allergic reaction there can be aftershocks hours after the person receives treatment and that can lead to a seizure. She praised Rin for quick thinking and following proper steps to insure his child’s safety.

When the doctor left, Rin’s mom waltzes in and she freezes when she sees you. You take a deep breath and release and decide that it’s best to keep quiet. You wouldn’t want a clique animosity between you and your maybe future mother in law.

“I brought Rini some spare clothes.” She said as she opened Rin’s old gym bag. “He doesn’t own that jacket.” You pointed out. Her face flushed slightly, “I know..but this was Rintarou’s favorite jacket when he was his age..I thought it would be nice to wear. I have a lot of Rin’s old baby and child clothes.” She admitted softly, almost scared that you would snap any minute. And you would, so she was wise to walk on eggshells.

“Okay that’s fine.” You gave in. You helped Rini get dressed while Rin was talking to the doctor and getting ready to check out. You walked barefoot down the hall with your pink heels in your right hand, while Akira held your left hand. Rini was holding hands with Suna and Rin’s mom was holding their stuffed animals. She trailed behind you four and saw how you and Rin swung akira with you arms, her little giggles filled the hall releasing serotonin to the patients and nurses nearby.

“Momma aren’t you gonna put your shoes on?” Rini asked, “My feet hurt and I don’t feel like falling.” “But it’s hot outside, you can burn your feet.” Rin spoke up, “I think I’ll be fine.” You assured. He rolled his eyes and let go of the kids. You were about to step on the asphalt of the parking lot after checking both sides and all of a sudden you’re being knocked back from your legs and carried bridal style. “RINTAROU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT.”

“Nah.”

The kids giggled at their parents funny behavior, you kicked the air and squirmed but his grip tightened. “Do you really wanna get down?” He asked and you said yes. He pretended to drop you and you gripped onto his shirt for dear life and he started laughing. “I swear to God I am going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine.” You muttered. He finally put you down but you were so distracted you were already at your car.

Karin took the kids to her car since the car seats are in there, so now it’s just you and Rin. “You give me a headache.” You told him. “But you love this headache—“ both your eyes widened and he stopped, “—sorry.” He immediately apologized.

You turned away to yawn and you muttered an it’s okay. He opened the car door for you just like old times, much to your dismay and he closed it when you entered. You put on your seatbelt and he fixed the seat and complained at how tiny you were. He was expecting you to fight back and bicker but you were already asleep.

He leaned forward and fixed your head so you wouldn’t hurt your neck. He started the car and began driving back home. He saw the two empty cups of coffee and some energy bar wrappers on the floor. The phone wasn’t playing any music but the volume was up to 20. You must have been so tired driving all last night and the night before for nine straight hours. No wonder you blasted music to keep you up and drank coffee.

He soon made it home and tried waking you up, but you didn’t budge. Not even shaking you work. You were a muttering unconscious mess when he helped you out and carried you bridal style once again. His mom let him in and he told Akira to unroll the futon in the living room since he couldn’t take you upstairs. He successfully placed you down and helped take of your blazer, he thanked god you were wearing an undershirt thanks to akira checking (no somnophilia shit here atm) and he helped unbutton your dress shirt so you wouldn’t feel hot. He put a light blanket over you. “Can’t believe I have to get you ready for bed like a child.” He muttered with a shake of his head. “Silence bottom, it’s mimi’s time.” You said in your sleep.

The kids ate their breakfast in the car as well as Karin. They were already awake and playing with Chewy outside again. “Mom.” He called, “Yes?” She asked from the kitchen. “Can I borrow your makeup wipes?” He asked. She smiled softly, looking out the window to check on the kids. “Yeah go ahead, they’re in the bathroom.”

Rin came back with the wipes and began wiping the makeup off your face. He didn’t want to press too hard to hurt you. But damn, this makeup was hard to take off. Finally you slept comfortably without makeup, without any interruptions. “Sweet dreams, love.” He smiled and moved the hair away from your face.

He stood up and grabbed the bag with all the kids school stuff and sat in the picnic table outside. “Alright you rascals time for school!” He yelled and the kids yelled an okay and went to join their dad.

“Hey dad..” Rini said. “What’s up?” Rin looked at his son, “I love you a lot. To infinity and beyond. Mama says that’s called unconditional love.” He said and Rin smiled with a nod. “Exactly, and I love you two unconditionally as well.” He said and Akira peered up from her work sheet. “Do you love mom unconditionally?” She asked Rintarou.

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

Fun facts:

Someone asked me to do fun facts and if I had any for future chapters so here I go

The song YN sang is love like you from Steven universe but this is my fav version.

‘Mimi’s’ means sleeping time, Akira didn’t know how to say sleeping when she was a toddler so she would say Mimi’s cuz uncle Oikawa would say “es tiempo de dormir.” Which means ‘it’s time to sleep’. So MIMIS is taken for the ‘mir’ in dormir. (Sorry that was a long explanation) (if you live in a Mexican household then u might usually hear this)

YN drives a Black Honda CR-V (nice mom van) ☺️ while Rin has a White Nissan GT-R but he’s thinking of trading it in for a four door sports car to take the kids and yn along

Rin still has his old black mustang in a garage rental back in Tokyo where he would drive with YN everywhere. He wants to fix it up and gift it to one of his kids when they’re older 🥺

Idk why I’m talking about cars

Rin was a blushing mess when he was getting yn ready for bed and his heart stopped when she snuggled into him

After he admitted he loved YN unconditionally, Akira called him a simp

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[dekatsu]

There is a chill in the air when Katsuki throws the door to his apartment open at three in the morning and grumbles at Deku to wait for ten fucking minutes ‘cause Katsuki ain’t leaving his apartment without some extra layers. 

It takes him only five minutes to find a thick coat and follow Deku down the steps to his car. He’s freezing, his mind is still groggy from sleep and somewhere in the distance, a fucked up bird chirps at the wrong damn time.

Deku reaches out to fasten his seatbelt because Katsuki won’t be taking his hands out of his pockets until his shivers stop and Deku knows that well enough. Then he turns the seat heaters and the AC on before he starts driving. 

“It’s cold,” Deku observes and Katsuki has to bite his tongue to keep himself from saying something spiteful. Instead he closes his eyes and tries to get some more sleep. He vaguely comes to when Deku drapes his own jacket across his torso and then drifts off again.

It’s not until his newfound warmth escapes him again that Katsuki squints his eyes open, burrowing deeper under Deku’s winter jacket. “Where?”

“I don’t know,” Deku admits, looking a little lost as he reaches out and takes his jacket before unfastening Katsuki’s seatbelt and pulling him out of the car by his arm. 

Katsuki refuses to pull his hands out of his pockets. He shuts his eyes against the strong wind that makes a mess of his bedhead and complains to damn Deku. “It’s freezing.”

“I know. Need me to carry you?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Katsuki scoffs, pushing Deku away to stand on his own two feet. He’s waking up slowly so it takes him a while to register why the wind is so damn strong. They are by the fucking ocean.

“Let’s find somewhere to take shelter, Kacchan.”

“Shelter,” Katsuki repeats, befuddled. He’s still staring down at the ocean, waves crashing against the cliffs beneath them. The view makes the freezing November night even colder. “I’m going to throw you off this cliff,” Katsuki says, only half meaning it. 

Deku gives a short laugh but pulls him down the street by his arm. “I ran out of gas, sorry. But according to my navigation there is an inn only a few minutes from here. We can go there until morning.”

It dawns on Katsuki that it’s still the middle of the fucking night and his pyjama really aren’t meant to be worn out. He lets Deku pull him along, only grumbling every now and then to make his displeasure known. 

When they reach a crossroad, Deku stares at his phone before he pulls them down the wrong road. Katsuki doesn’t bother to correct him. Instead he pulls on Deku’s sleeve until he relents and takes his jacket off. 

Katsuki immediately pulls it on over his coat. Lucky for Deku, he’s wearing proper winter clothes but Katsuki isn’t and he doesn’t see why he should suffer this harsh weather when Deku is the reason they are stuck out here. 

Once they are ten minutes down the wrong road with nothing but forest and ocean in sight, Katsuki says, “You took the wrong turn earlier.”

Deku startles at the sound of his voice but turns to face him. “When?”

“At the crossroad.”

“You knew?”

“Of course I did. I can actually read a map, unlike you,” Katsuki mutters and turns back around to lead them where they need to go.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier, Kacchan,” Deku mutters, only pulling slightly on Katsuki’s arm to keep up with his sudden pace. “We could have been warm by now.”

“That’s not what you wanted though.”

Katsuki sees Deku open his mouth, about to say something before he thinks better of it and shuts it again. He grins at the small victory and doesn’t even rub it into Deku’s face. After being dragged out of his apartment for the nth time, Katsuki has grown used to this. 

“What set you off?” He asks instead. Deku hesitates to answer, trailing behind Katsuki as they reach the crosswalk and go the right way this time. He’s still keeping his silence as they reach the small inn right farther up the cliff. Katsuki has no idea where they are but they will find their way back home somehow. 

They get a room with an ocean view and Katsuki immediately shuts all windows and pulls the drapes down before he gets rid of Deku’s jacket and his coat and burrows down in his futon. “You ain’t getting me out of here before ten. It’s my damn day off.”

 “Sorry for dragging you along, Kacchan.”

“Shut it. Did I ask for an apology?” 

Deku shrugs and takes Katsuki’s discarded coat to hang it by the door. He pulls his thick hoodie off and pulls off his socks before he sits down on Katsuki’s futon. 

“Yours is over there.” Katsuki points with his chin. He isn’t about to pull his hands out of their newfound shelter and ruin the bit of warmth he has shared with it. “Get away from me.”

“I’m running pretty hot, you know,” Deku mutters and reaches out to pull on Katsuki’s duvet but Katsuki is faster and tightens his grip from within to stop Deku’s attempt. 

“No,” he hisses, a little peeved. “You always run cold like a fucki-”

Katsuki doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Deku presses their foreheads together. The sudden proximity stops his words short. His eyes go cross as he tries and fails to meet Deku’s because the damn nerd is so fucking close, Katsuki can feel his exhales on his own lips. 

He closes his mouth around Deku’s exhalation, swallows and is about to make a snide remark when he finally registers the burn against his forehead. 

His hands immediately reach for Deku’s arm, suddenly acutely aware of exactly how unsteady Deku is. He’s been half asleep the whole fucking time and hadn’t registered that Deku is running a fever so high, he might as well volunteer to produce Katsuki’s sweat for him. 

“Fucking say something, idiot.” His words have no bite though as he pulls the duvet aside and makes room for Deku. Katsuki pulls him closer to the center of the futon and immediately engulfs him with the duvet. 

Deku’s eyes are already shut by the time Katsuki has arranged them on the futon and lied down to press their foreheads together again. “Did you take something against the fever?”

“I took some medicine before I came for you,” Deku mutters, opens one eye to see Katsuki’s glare. “I thought you would be less angry if I did,” he admits.

Katsuki presses his forehead harder against Deku’s, until the nerd winces and pulls back to escape the pain. “The fuck would you let me take your jacket for, when you are burning up like this?”

“I was hot.”

“Fucking idiot.” Katsuki mutters, refusing to feel guilty for Deku’s stupidity. “Do you need water?”

Deku shakes his head. Katsuki sneaks a hand out to press it against Deku’s neck and then behind his ears. “Is this why you couldn’t sleep?”

At the words, Deku closes his eyes again and doesn’t reply. But it’s enough of an answer for Katsuki. “Was it fever induced or a bad day?”

“I don’t know. The fever, I think. Or both.” Deku leans into Katsuki’s hand and presses his face into the pillow. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Then you’re shit out of luck.” Katsuki brushes Deku’s hair off his forehead and smoothes it back. “I need to know what set you off. Remember our deal.”

“I think I’m dying.”

“I think you’re trying to run from this conversation.”

“Water?” 

“You didn’t want it.”

“Kacchan, please,” Deku whispers and burrows down until his forehead hits Katsuki’s collarbone. “I’ll talk after sleeping.”

Katsuki opens his mouth to protest but Deku beats him to it. 

“Please. I promise to talk. But I feel like death right now. Can we open a window?”

“No,” Katsuki tells him and leaves it at that. He rests his nose against the crown of Deku’s head and pulls him in. “Sleep, right now.”

Deku chuckles tiredly against him, his hot breath leaving dampness against Katsuki’s chest. “I can’t just fall asleep on command.”

And then he proves himself wrong by nodding off the next instance. The fever must be stronger than he expected if it knocked Deku out the second he felt safe enough to sleep.

After a few moments, Katsuki carefully untangles himself from Deku and braces himself against the cold outside of their little room with his coat. He needs to get Deku some water and cold patches. 

They give him everything he asks for at the reception and wish him a good night. Deku is still fast asleep by the time Katsuki joins him and presses a cold patch against his forehead. 

Idly he wonders if Deku will stop dragging him out of bed in the middle of the night once they move in together. The thought catches him off guard and drags him right back from the edge of sleep. 

Katsuki grumbles, pulls Deku’s patched forehead away from his neck and shudders at the chill that settles between them. Then he pulls Deku closer again and thinks to fuck with it all as the cool patch presses against his skin. 

He doesn’t know why he lets Deku drag him out in the middle of the night like this. He doesn’t know why he agreed to a deal in which Deku tells him the reason for those nightly outings if he wants to continue dragging Katsuki along. He doesn’t know why he cares whether Deku feels safe in his own skin or not. He doesn’t know why he cares about Deku's trauma. He doesn’t know shit but all of it makes his blood boil anyway.

He doesn’t want to know when the fuck they eliminated any speck of personal space between them but what he does know is that Deku needs him to feel safe a few nights every month and Katsuki, for whatever reason, cares about him too much to let him run away from the night with no company by his side.

And because he doesn’t know, doesn’t want to fucking know and refuses to understand, he presses his face into Deku’s hair and blames their proximity for it. 

Fuck Deku. He better talk in the morning and agree to move in together because Katsuki would rather share a bed every night than get dragged out again like today, freezing his ass off. And should Deku still drag him out of bed, he will at least be woken up by warm hands instead of his shrieking doorbell.

As he drifts off, Deku’s hair tickling his chin, he thinks Deku better dress him up warm before they leave.

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[xwing-baby]

Pull Over (Frankie Morales x gn!Reader)

Warnings: Fluff!! description of a dead bird, swearing, not edited

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: On a cross country road trip with your boyfriend Frankie, you wake to a beautiful sight...

A/n: I’ve pining for Frankie all week, add this gorgeous prompt photo and this is the result

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You woke up slowly to the sound of Frankie mumbling along to the radio, as he had been when you fell asleep. Blue sky was all you could see out the window as you slumped in your seat, it wasn’t until you sat up properly that you saw the majesty of your surroundings. You gasped at the sigh of the expansive red dirt, sun dancing on the endless road ahead in mirages. The last time your eyes were open you were driving through concrete suburbs, a far cry from the desolate and beautiful desert you drove in now.

“Holy shit, Frankie!” You exclaimed, choking up in emotion at the sight through the windshield. Frankie startled at your sudden proclamation, “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” Tears streamed down your cheeks, happy tears, shocked and amazed tears. You wiped them quickly from your eyes hoping your fiancé wouldn’t see.

“Are you crying?” Frankie laughed, turning his head for a moment to look at you properly. He didn’t miss the tightness in your voice.

“Shut up,” You sniffed, wiping your eyes, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I didn’t know you’d react like that!” Frankie continued to laugh at you, “And besides you looked cute!”

“That is not an excuse!” You exclaimed, cheeks heating up at his compliment, “Oh Babe, it's so beautiful,” You sighed happily. You pulled your phone from your jeans and took pictures through the truck window. They’d come out blurry and scratched, Frankie knew that. Then he had an idea.

“Do you want to pull over to take a proper photo?” He asked. Your mom had recently given you her old polaroid camera, the one she used when you and your siblings were younger. Having been there as a stop on the road trip already, it was sat in your bag waiting to be used. Here would be the best location to start, he thought. 

“Really? What about your schedule?” Ever the military man, Frankie liked to have a plan and stuck to it religiously. You’d been on the road for two weeks, he had planned every moment down the minute. He’d refused to stop at rest stops, despite if he himself needed to pee, all in the name of the schedule. You were surprised he was allowing the break. 

“Baby I can allow five minutes for a photo I’m not a complete hard ass,” He chuckled, “there's a stop point up ahead, I’ll pull over there and you can take some,”

You cheered and began to root around the stuffed backpack in the footwell to find out the camera. Frankie pulled the truck up ahead a few meters, parked and you jumped out eagerly.

“Fuck me it’s hot,” Outside of the cool AC in the vehicle, the air was dry but scorching hot. You could practically feel the soles of your shoes melting to the tar as you stood on the road. 

“It is a desert,” Frankie said, looking around at the expansive nothingness.

“Really? Would never have guessed!” You stuck your tongue out at him, he copied and you quickly snapped a photo. Frankie pouted and reached for the paper as it printed but you were fast and slipped the photograph in your pocket before he could get it and ruin it. 

Frankie wandered around the truck, you walked a few paces in the opposite direction enjoying stretching your legs. You’d been driving for eight hours, even if you had been asleep for the last two hours, your legs were cramped up. You stretched them out as you walked through the red dirt, watching your sneakers slowly become red stained too. You snapped a photo of Frankie leant against the truck staring off into the distance, a photo cliffs in the distance and then...

“Ah gross there's a skeleton!” You exclaimed. A half rotted carcass lay on the side of the road, bones pale under the beating sun it had been there for a while. It used to be a bird, though its feathers were gone. You stepped closer to it to get a better look.

“Don’t go closer to it!” Frankie said, walking over to you to look at it too.

“What? It’s already dead, it’s cool!” You peered at it, gagging as the smell of rotting flesh hit you. You retreated back to him and wrapped your arms around his waist as you took in the expansive desert surrounding you. 

“I do worry about you sometimes,” He teased you. 

“As you should, baby,” You grinned and kissed him quickly. “Take a picture of me, I’ve got loads of you,”

“Watch for cars,” Frankie warned as you stepped into the middle of the road. 

“Somehow I think I might see them,” You joked, it was clear from miles around you. You stood in the road and posed for the photo, waiting for a moment before calling back, ”Did you take it?”

“If you stop moving!” 

“I’m posing!” You laughed, Frankie raised a brow. “Fine I’ll hold still for you, slow poke,”

“Got one,” He said after another couple seconds. You sighed and jogged back over and took the developing photo from his fingers. You smiled, it was a really nice photo actually. 

“That’s cute! You are a surprisingly good photographer,”

“What can I say, I’m a man of many talents,” He smiled proudly. 

“That you are,” You pressed up on your toes and kissed him on the lips again, “I’m going to take a couple more and then I will be back in the car and we can get to Vegas!” You sang, doing an excited dance at the thought of finally getting to your destination. Frankie cheered too and laughed heartily before giving you ass a little tap and letting you go. 

He watched you wander about in the wilderness ahead, ever the adventurer. Unlike him, you didn’t really know the harshness of the world. You knew the things he had done, the things he’d seen, but only through stories. You weren’t hardened to the world like he was, like he used to be. Pope always teased him that you’d turned him soft but Frankie couldn’t find fault in that if it meant he could have moments like this. Usually a small reminder in his head would tell him to watch the back mirror, to watch for people hidden on the side of the road. Now, he didn’t think about any of that and instead watched you stride fearlessly into the unknown, smiling at the wildness taking photos as if you belonged among the rocks that surrounded you. 

Your smile was his favourite thing in the world. He would rather die than never wake up to see it again. You brought so much joy into his life, even when things were tough to hope that you would stick around long enough to smile again helped him through. Through fights, through low moments for the both of you the smile always sat as the prize for getting through the dark. It was what he dreamt of stuck in the Andes, it was what drove him home when he wanted to run away from everything. You.

The question had been his head the entire trip. He wanted to ask at a good time, a romantic spot meant something to the two of you. One memorable and meaningful. His plan was to take you out to California, where you’d met, and propose on the same beach. But each day with you in the truck was making him impatient. He nearly slipped it out when you had sex in the horrible motel you’d stayed at the night before. He was desperate, couldn’t wait another day to ask you to be his for forever. Now, watching you and your reaction to seeing it waking up from your nap. Maybe he didn’t need California, and past memories. Maybe he could make new ones here in the middle of the desert.

He watched you walk back to the truck, slipping the last polaroid into your back pocket. You opened the door and smiled at him. That smile. The decision was made. He had to ask now.

“What?” You asked, with an awkward laugh. You could tell he wanted to say something. He didn’t so you began to pack up your camera, putting it and the polaroid photos you’d taken away safely.

“What would you say if I asked you to marry me?” He asked, you stopped fiddling with your backpack and looked back up at him. Your heart fluttered in your chest. 

“What?” You were surprised. You had spoken about marriage with him, from the beginning of your relationship you had joked about being grumpy grandparents on a porch swing together. You just didn’t think Frankie was the type to just ask like this. You sat up and looked at your boyfriend. He was staring directly at you, he cleared his throat and readjusted his shirt. 

“Marry me? Tonight. In Vegas,” He said with more confidence, “Our friends are already there, I don’t have ring but we can go get one when we get there and I-,” He stopped, catching himself rambling, getting excited at the idea, “I would like to marry you,” He admitted, with a hopeful smile.

“You’re serious?” You asked, shocked at his words in the best way. Francisco didn’t speak, looking back at you with hopeful eyes. He needed an answer, “Yes of course I’ll marry you! Yes!”

“Thank fuck,” He gasped as you leaned over the console and kissed him hard. You’d kissed him a million times, but this was special, a new spark. 

“I have one condition,” You said as you pulled away. 

“Anything,” He smiled, eyes starry looking at you, so full of love.

“I want an Elvis impersonator to officiate” You tried to remain serious but couldn’t fight the grin on your lips. Frankie laughed and shook his head, “And you need to call my dad,” You said seriously, “I know it takes away from the spontaneity but he’d be-,”

“Already asked him, two weeks ago,” He interrupted you. Your jaw dropped, shocked.

“We were at their- Oh my god that’s why Dad had that stupid grin on his face when we left, isn’t it?” You gasped, hitting his arm playfully.

“Maybe,” He smirked, proud of himself now his plan had fully worked out. You gaped at him, 

“So you really planned to propose next to a decaying bird?” You looked at the skeleton again, curling your lip at it.

“The bird wasn’t in the plan,” He chuckled, turning your attention back to him with his hands on your cheeks. You smiled and leant into his touch, affectionately. 

“I love you Frankie Morales,” you whispered. 

“I love you too sweetheart,” 

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Inukag *warning this chapter might hurt*

Staring out through the windshield of his car, his darkened home was the picture-perfect mirror of the pain settling into his soul. Inuyasha had no idea how he’d even managed to make it home without driving off a cliff or plowing himself into a stone wall, because his body and mind were completely numb.

‘Read’ but not answered…

Was it a good sign that the woman at least looked at it? Inuyasha rested his head against the steering wheel and closed his eyes. He’d fucked up… again— just like the night of the accident. His eyes squeezed tighter shut as the emotional pain of everything slammed him with the force of a freight train. This was bad… bad, bad, bad… “FUCK!!” He roared into the still night air. With Kagome’s memories coming back, she’ll remember everything, and it was over. He’d had this second chance to reverse all the damage and he went and fucked it up again.

Not surprisingly, Kagome didn’t respond to his first text, so he typed out a final message for the night: ‘You’re mad at me. I get that so I’ll give you some space but I just wanna say good night Kagome. I love you -Inu’

‘Read’ but not answered…

It was all he could do for now, his only solace knowing Kagome had her mother to comfort her. Inuyasha sighed, long and deep as he pulled the keys from the ignition and dragged himself into his home. His body felt heavy with exhaustion. A weight crushing him down like a boulder. It took all he had to just drop his keys to the floor beside the entrance and shuffle into the bedroom instead of falling right then and there. He didn’t want to move anymore. He deserved the silent darkness of this tomb-like home along with its judgmental echoes of the life it once held.

The next morning after a restless sleep, Inuyasha called out of work. When would he be back, he couldn’t answer them? Part of him didn’t care anymore. Fire him, it wouldn’t matter to the walking dead. Miroku called in concern for his friend, but Inuyasha let it go to voicemail. He didn’t feel like talking to anybody right now, not when he knew it would have a ring of ‘I told you so,’ mixed in. That wasn’t necessary. Didn’t he feel bad enough?

A good morning text sent… left on Read…

An apology text….

Another apology text…

Voice messages left randomly through the day…

All left on Read and unanswered.

The anxiety filled hours ticked on with Inuyasha left curled up in a ball under his blanket. He’d done a number on his living room to physically release the anger he felt at himself, and now he was just dead to the world. All the drapes were tightly closed to the sunlight outside and he only left his bed to attend to bathroom matters. He didn’t wanna give up all hope, but with his mind in tatters and thoughts only of despair, there was nothing left to cling to.

By nightfall Inuyasha was convinced Kagome had truly given him up and he couldn’t blame her for it. This was all his fault. Him and his stupid big mouth. There was no denying it. He shouldn’t have argued with her. Just like before, instead of using his ears to listen, he responded with ego when he had no right to chastise her over not telling him something. The whole reason he was in this mess is because he never listened to her when it mattered the most— and there in lay the heart of it all. Neither of them had the opportunity to talk about what caused the original fight or process what drove Kagome to leave. Inuyasha thought he’d understood its origins and accepted responsibility for it, but clearly, he was wrong, and this new situation is most certainly what would have taken place if Kagome hadn’t crashed her car— a debilitating depression.

If Kagome didn’t want him anymore, then there wasn’t anything left for him in this world as far as Inuyasha was concerned. His yoki called out for her, wept for her loss, and with it all the energy in his soul to care slipped away. He was simply empty without her. No appetite or desire or thirst, just an ocean of dread, and waves of numbness dulling all his senses.

How much time had elapsed, how many days gone by? The clock ticked away hour by hour like a death knell with Inuyasha simply waiting for a release to come. All the messages left on his phone were from everyone other than the one person who could have brought him out of this funk. But her ringtone never came. It is what is it. Was it day four? Five? Six? Inuyasha couldn’t tell, but feeling his body starting to let go, he decided to send one last message to Miroku before shutting off the phone for good.

At the Hoshii residence, Miroku and Sango were on edge dealing with the crisis. Sango had been doing her best to help Kagome to cope with her pain, but Miroku was growing frantic over Inuyasha’s refusal to answer him. He’d driven by the man’s home and knew the car was there, and that was it. No one answered the door and with all the curtains closed he couldn’t see inside. Finally, on day five while they were visiting with Kagome, Miroku heard his phone ping with a message.

Inuyasha: thanks for being a good friend. Tell her she was the only one I’ve ever loved

“What the hell?” Miroku blurted out as he mulled the message over and over in his head.

Sango rushed over at the concern in her husband’s voice. “What is it?!”

“I think that idiot is planning to kill himself— I better… I better go.”

Hearing the commotion, Mrs. Higurashi also came out of the kitchen. “What’s going on?”

“It’s about a message Inuyasha just sent,” Sango explained as her husband was digging around in his small pouch and grabbing his car keys. “Miroku is gonna check on him.”

“What did it say?” Mrs. Higurashi questioned.

So, Miroku showed the woman his phone. “It doesn’t sound good.”

“Oh, dear!” She reached for a jacket near the front door. “I’m coming too! Sango will you stay?”

“Of course, I’ll be here with Kagome. You two go.”

It was a good thing that Miroku had held onto a spare key to Inuyasha’s home that he’d been given and simply forgotten to return. When he and Mrs. Higurashi walked through the door, chills crawled over his skin. It was evident that the house had been closed-up for several days, no windows opened, or ventilation, just a silent graveyard feeling with a fog of musty air mixed with the scent of rotting kitchen garbage and body odor. It was revolting and only heightened the pairs concern for the occupant.

“Inuyasha?!” Miroku yelled as they made their way through the dark home but received no response. The man wasn’t in the living areas or bathroom, so the logical option was the master bedroom at the far end of the hallway. ‘Please be alive,’ he prayed.

Once inside the room, they could see an unmoving body underneath the blankets and if the buildup of body odor told a story, it was sure to be his friend underneath those covers. “Inu?” Still no response.

Mrs. Higurashi turned on the bedroom light, and the brightness finally caused the blanket to shift ever so slightly. “Oh, thank heavens,” she gasped out in relief as she held a hand to her chest. He was still alive.

Miroku rushed over and yanked the blanket off. “Inuyasha!” Tears instantly gathered in the panicked man’s eyes. The state of his friend was heart breaking. Inuyasha had lost weight. His skin was gaunt and pasty white, hair matted and dirty. “Oh, fuck, we— we should call emergency!”

“No…” Inuyasha croaked out and buried his face deeper under his arm. “Let me die.”

“Fuck no, you idiot! Kagome still needs you!”

“Better… off… without me…”

‘Seriously?!’ It was rare for Miroku to get so upset, but in that moment, the anger that bubbled up to surface took over and his arm flew up ready to strike his friend. “You stupid—!!”

“Don’t!” Mrs. Higurashi yelled at Miroku. “He needs help, not anger right now.”

That seemed to snap Miroku out of his emotions, but the tears broke free. It was hard to see his friend in this position, just so frail— nothing like the tough hanyo that he’s known for years. Even after the death of his mother, Inuyasha didn’t break down this badly. Miroku grit his teeth to his own pain and pushed forward. “You idiot. Dying isn’t gonna help Kagome. So, whether you like it or not, we’re gonna help you.”

Mrs. Higurashi now moved around the bed to where she could sit beside Inuyasha. Her own eyes were clouded too, but the woman pulled on all the strength she could muster to hold it together. She placed a hand on the arm he was using to cover his face. “Inu, Miroku is right. Kagome is hurting just as much as you, and I don’t think you’d want to cause her anymore heart ache by going out this way.”

“But she hates me…” Inuyasha whimpered weakly. “Please just let me go.”

Mrs. Higurashi had to squeeze her eyes shut to hold back her tears. Her heart broke for the man. Gently, she pulled his arm down, her voice shaking as she spoke. “Inuyasha, you’re like a son to me, and I won’t let me son die. We’re gonna figure this out, but you need to live please, for her, for all of us that cares about you.”

Inuyasha’s eyes cracked open just a tad. “I’m so, sorry,” he mumbled. “So… sorry…”

She kept her voice as soothing as possible. “I know, and so does Kagome.” Mrs. Higurashi then turned to Miroku. “Do you think you can get him into the shower and clean him up? I’ll make something for him to eat. He needs something in his stomach immediately.”

“Y-Yeah, I think I can do it.”

It took both of them to help Inuyasha into the bathtub. He was so emaciated and dehydrated, that he had no strength left in his body, just dead weight. While Mrs. Higurashi left them to deal with the kitchen, Miroku stripped his friend of clothing and ran a bath to bathe him. Inuyasha offered no resistance, just a few tears flowing down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” Inuyasha kept repeating.

“Don’t apologize to me. Save it for Kagome. I can’t believe you’d think we’d be okay with you dying! You’re my best fucking friend you asshole! I want my kids to grow up with their uncle!”

“But I keep screwing up.”

“And that’s life. It ain’t the end of the world yet.”

“Feels like it.”

“Whether you believe us if not, Kagome is hurting cause she in love with your stupid ass too. You can still fix this.”

“Don’t know how.”

“And that’s why we’re here.”

“Thank you…”

Inuyasha’s eyes started to roll back, so Miroku slapped him hard in the face. “Oi! Don’t you be dying on me now! So, wake the fuck up!”

“So… tired…”

“Gonna clean you up and momma Higurashi will get your strength back, so hang on just a little longer…”

Now cleaned up and dressed in something comfortable, they prop Inuyasha up in a recliner since he was still struggling to hold up his own body weight. He simply had no reserves left to draw from and under human standards wouldn’t have lasted this long. A hospital was better equipped to deal with this kind of situation. Inuyasha should have been put on IV fluids to hydrate him faster along with special supplements pumped directly into his system because after this long, the organs would have started to shut down, and his stomach would struggle to process anything. But Mrs. Higurashi made due to honor his request, starting with a bland rice water chicken broth of starch, proteins, and vegetable nutrients to re-prime it slowly. She also sent Miroku to the store to purchase drinks with electrolytes given to infants when they are dehydrated. It was a painstaking process to feed Inuyasha spoonful by spoonful.

“I need you to help me fight Inuyasha,” the woman coaxed the weakened hanyo. “So, you can live through this and see Kagome again.”

Tears flooded Inuyasha’s eyes at the mention of Kagome’s name. “After everything, why would you still want me around her?”

“Because you love her, and she loves you, and as long as there’s love it can find a way. Son,” she placed a hand on his, “I know it feels like the end of the world, but it will get better if you want it to. Do you want it to?”

“Yes,” he sobbed.

Her hand now gripped his tightly as her expression grew determined. “Then fight for it!”

It took several bowls of soup before gradually Mrs. Higurashi started giving Inuyasha fish and small pieces of chicken meat to eat. She had to stick to easily digestible foods, but at least his coloring was improving, and he could feed himself now. The sun has already set, by the time Inuyasha could finally stand up on his own.

“You’re lucky you’re a hanyo. That’s what’s probably saved your life.” Miroku expressed to his friend.

“I know.” Inuyasha could feel his demon half working harder to regenerate his physical body. Though while his body was recovering, his heart still felt broken. They kept telling him that Kagome still loved him so there is hope, but a part of him struggled to believe it. He’d already hit such a low point, to suffer rejection now was almost too unbearable to even comprehend.

Miroku continued talking. “Inuyasha, you’re not gonna do this alone. We will be there to support both of you, but it’s time you confront this. You and Kagome need to talk… about everything— even though she may not remember, a lack of communication is exactly what triggered this whole situation.”

“I know…” Inuyasha sighed.

“All couples go through struggles,” Mrs. Higurashi added with a comforting tone in her voice. “A strong relationship doesn’t come from a having a perfect one, Inuyasha. It’s developed through adversity. How well a couple can take the challenges thrown at them and grow from it.”

“You remember what happened with me and Sango, we almost didn’t make it because of my bad behaviors…”

“Your damn womanizing,” Inuyasha cut in.

“Yeah, that,” Miroku grumpily agreed. “She had to give me a harsh ultimatum to wake me up. But I did, and now look at us. This is your harsh moment, and you can choose to wake up, or loose the best thing that’s ever happened to you. It’s your choice.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Inuyasha ran a hand down his face. “Of course, I don’t wanna lose her.”

“Then are you ready to see Kagome?” Mrs. Higurashi questioned.

Inuyasha exhaled slowly. “Ready? No…” he was terrified to face the woman. “But I’ve gotta do it.”

#inukag #inuyasha #inukag au #inukag fan fic #inukag fan fiction #kagome higurashi #missing memories #ch 11 #petri808

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Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 7)

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Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N:  This delay wasn’t planned everyone. My computer had enough from online classes and decided to crash on me a couple of days ago. I had to send it for repair, but we are back now. I will post a bit more often from my usual schedule for a few days to try and compensate. Hope yall like this, sorry for any mistakes made. Enjoy.

Tag list: @vicmc624  @yasminwashere​  @darkacademic2​

Word count:  4,301

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU

Y/N- Your name                            

Y/L/N- Your Last Name    

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“ I am sorry to cut this lovely reunion short, but we are still in a HYDRA base and honestly I am sure I hear a clock ticking.” You pointed in the direction of the gentle muffled clicking sounds

“Guess they plan to level this place to the ground just in case.” Bucky pinched in

“The way it sounds, I plan to watch the fireworks from inside the car on our way AWAY!”

    Peggy still in Steve’s arms, felt being lifted off the ground again like she was made from feathers, as he dashed through the now missing doors towards the premade exit. She kept silent for most of the escape, seeing how the situation was confusing as it is, there was no need to fuel the adrenalin more. The bomb was enough for now.

 The grip Cap had on Peggy loosened, letting her jump in the backseat with his shield. Bucky’s big frame settled next to Steve in the front seat, but not before he threw you towards Agent Carter, less gently than his friend did.

“I am not a bag of groceries Barnes!” you kicked his seat, yet ended up getting ignored for the most part

  With determination, Steve’s foot hit the gas making the car roar out – snow creating a cloud behind the tires.

 The empty space filled with loud beating hearts, skipping and missing beats, going one over the other – starting to calm down only after some distance was put between them and the building.

“Guess I misunderstood the tiking sou-“ the whispers coming out from your lips were engulfed by the huge explosion following the thankfully small pieces hitting the rear of the vehicle. You and Peggy ducked your heads for safety measures. The men in front seemed too immersed in the road, couldn’t even notice the musical notes coming from Bucky’s metal arm, his body leaning out the window, as particles ricocheted off it .

“Barnes!” your fingers reached over to grab onto his weapon belts, pulling him back inside. This man had no regards to his life, making one stupid decision after the other. It didn’t help that Steve wasn’t even noticing it all. Sometimes it felt like they both shared the ‘stupid’.

“Calm down doll. I am trying to see through the dust cloud. Wouldn’t want Stevie to throws us off a cliff.”

“I. Can’t.Believe.You.Are.Joking.Right.Now!” each hit perfectly timed thumping off his broad shoulders

“Stop it you two! Call Stark.” The blonde man demanded, pulling Bucky’s attention from you and onto the earpiece. The deep stern voice of authority cut your upset streak immediately. 

“Hey ladies, how was the ball?” Tony’s playboy tone rung through the car, presumably while he was twirling onto his work chair.

“Delightful.” You hissed between your teeth

“What is wrong Cinderella? Lost a shoe?”

“No, but we gained a member.”

“Calling Barnes a dog isn’t nice now.”

“Stark!” Bucky launched towards the dashboard, but Steve stopped him with his free arm, before clasping the gear stick again.

“HYDRA were doing something in there that might have worked.”Cap began talking “ Tony, we don’t plan on stopping at a safe house. I am driving us directly towards the compound. How fast can you meet us there?”

 The mic picked up on Tony’s shifting body guessed by the screeching sound of his work chair “ I don’t know. How far are you from there? Fuck, I will call Happy to get me from Stark tower.”

“I am sorry to intrude in this discussion, but do you by chance mean Stark as in Howard Stark?” Peggy placed her hands onto Steve’s seat, pulling her body closer.

“Usually people don’t think of my father first thing when they hear my name.” Tony huffed out, a bit of pride bubbling in his long blood of geniuses.

“You are Howard’s son?!” she gasped audibly

“Umm, I thought people knew that about me already, as well as handsome, playboy, genius, billionaire. Google gives a good explanation too. Steve is this our new addition? I would be worried if the answer is yes.” The car fell silent for a couple of seconds “I will take that as my answer.”

“We are close.” Cap didn’t know how to deal with all this still, he just had to cut it short till everyone was gathered and maybe ignore the problem for the time being. Very bad coping mechanism.

“How many vodka shots do I need for this?” Tony’s equivalent to pre-workout when it came to Avengers related work. Maybe the only thing keeping him sane most of the time.

“Grab a bottle for me too.” You voiced loud and clear from the leaning position your body was resting in

“A bottle?! Fuck my life.” The earpiece cut off the conversation making Bucky place it back onto his ear. Silence laced the atmosphere once more, this time with no sound, but the motion of the car to keep company. Your eyes laid over everyone inside one by one, scanning them and their calm exterior. The drive was long and a bit suffocating to a point, where you had to open the window on your side to let some fresh air in.

“Ah, sorry.” You sighed out looking at Peggy’s scattering hair “I should have asked before opening it.” Her hand gently pushed the flying strands behind her ear flashing you’re a smile.

“It’s ok. I know how much you hate tight spaces, we used to find diners with tables next to open windows because of that.” There it was again, a chunk of true information about you throw directly out of the 40s at you in the 21st century. Steve’s gaze focused onto the reflection in the car mirror switching between his love’s soft gaze and your confused look thrown back at her.

“Calm down, we are almost there” Bucky’s fingers Morse coded a quick message to his ,on the edge friend, earing a nod and refocus back on the street.

 The moment you entered the city again, Peggy’s eyes darted towards her side of the car scanning everything happening. The buildings were huge, people were dressed so different, their manners and way they carried themselves, it felt weird not what she grew up with and knew by memory. It felt lonely maybe, or sad that she had no means of going back, yet the man sitting in front of her was a dream come true. Something she had wished for for years now.

“I am not…home anymore am I?” no one answered her, giving just enough information to make her own conclusion. With a small flair Steve drove the car into the compound, parking it at its usual space. The blonde soldier opened the door slowly, reaching his hand out for the agent to take, as baffled as she still was at this point. You found it so sweet how he was showing his feelings towards Peggy without saying a word, still lost in the mission. While Bucky was fixing himself up, he noticed the way your gaze laid over the two lovebirds in a longing stare. A gentle smirk pulled on his lips, before pushing out of the car and gripping your door handle. An unlocking sound shot your head, throwing your hair in the opposite direction.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, tripping over the end of the question lightly

“Something you will never admit you want.” His flesh arm reached out for yours to take, letting you marvel at his huge stance for a moment. The hesitation dissolved with the reflection of yourself inside his ocean blue eyes.

  An old melancholic memory blew over you like a ghost, pushing your hand into his palm. Even though Bucky was the one who offered this, his body froze when you accepted his touch. His eyes ran over your hand, up your shoulder to your face, locking with you. His fingers slowly pulled your hand closer, clapped gently as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“I am glad that at least you brought my car back, for once.” Tony’s figure, standing next to the elevator with spread hands, pulling you two out of the time capsule. For a moment, for just a split second you saw in front of yourself a man. Short messed up dark brown hair, his smile reaching up to his eyes, shaping them slightly into crescent moons. His shirt unbuttoned tinted a dirty olive green letting his chest show – a metal chain laid upon it. His pants were messed up, his face muddy at places. It went like it came, a mist like whisper of the past.

“Tony we need to gather everyone.” Steve pushed the keys into the billionaire’s chest, letting them drop in his hands

“Already did-“ it didn’t take much time for him to notice Peggy “Is that?”

“Agent Peggy Carter.” She walked up to him with a confidant stride leaning for a handshake, which Tony didn’t hesitate to finish “Well aware of your identity agent Carter. Stark, Tony Stark.”

 She flashed him a smile with a small nod before walking into the elevator.

“F.R.Y.D.A.Y. conference room.”

   Yes Sir

   The doors slid open causing the confused agent to jump a bit. You made sure to grab onto her, stopping a potential injury inside. The big almost ceremonial hall sized room revealed itself in front of Peggy, adding to her list of amazing and possibly impossible things.

“How did the first mission go Y/N?” Nat swung her legs jumping off the table, just to be stopped in her track by the unexpecting young lady behind Steve

“Everyone take your seats. This will be a long one.”Tony rushed to pour himself a drink, downing it faster than he could refill it. Peggy took Steve’s spot as he requested of her, taking his big frame to the front of the room.

“The HYDRA base was active. Except the usual goons there were 3 men, one of them was a scientist. Y/N.” he pointed towards you, directing the attention at you for a moment “Was able to retrieve the information, hopefully all of it, from them.”

“May I?” you asked, coaxing a nod from Steve. He turned towards your empty chair ,as you took his place in front of everyone. Taking over Tony’s tech you inserted the USB, but didn’t project anything yet to them. “They are trying to re-activate plan Winter Soldier and I am worried that they are pretty close to doing that.” Bucky’s body tensed up after he heard that name uttered from your lips “ I am guessing that they are opening a portal back in time using the tesseract. I don’t know if they plan to steal the serum, but it won’t be as simple as we think. F.R.Y.D.A.Y. the projector please.”

   As you wish Miss

    The wall became illuminated by different pictures and texts meticulously organized by you on the screen under your fingers. “I found old files, but no matter how much I scan them, I can’t get any information out of them.” Your head moved from the wall over to the tablet between your palms “All I can tell you is this Phase2-“

“Winter Soldier Phase2 The Return.” Peggy spoke out, her body rising slowly from the chair

“Everyone.” Your hand let go of the tech and turned the palms up pointing at her “Agent Peggy Carter, the one who walked through that very light ring a couple of hours ago.”

“She traveled through time?” Clint looked at Rhodey shaking his hands in front of his body “Is that something we can do now? Doesn’t it mess up some time space stuff?”

“Yes, basically. Just don’t tell Strange, we should be fine” You explained 

“Noted.”

“Well since she seems to know something about this, let’s let her explain.” Tony swung his whiskey in the expensive crystal glass, the ice hitting the walls melodically.

“Before this all happened, I was on a mission to retrieve the second half of that exact document.” She began

“You have read the first part ?” Steve asked earning an positive answer from her

“The experimented soldiers were cryo-frozen for future use, I am guessing in this day and age. The first file spoke of the process and the scientists involved in the whole operation by name. They planned to use one of these men to make a super soldier embryo.”

“HYDRA wants to mingle some of their soldiers to make a baby? Wouldn’t want to be that poor girl.” the playful note was easily distinguished 

“They could inject the serum inside a pregnant mother.” Vision leaned his body onto the table offering his two cents on this already sadistic topic 

“ This whole ordeal could be a way for them to try and retrieve the lost files. Going back in time is a big thing on its own. Guess they are very confidant in this operation to begin with.” Wanda jumped in with an idea following a lead

“That is an option, considering that their plan with unfreezing those popsicles ended up with all them dying in the first place.” Tony pushed off his desk, leaving the glass to rest on the coaster empty. “What else did you find on that USB?”

“That two soldiers survived that time difference.” Pressing the screen Bucky’s file popped up on the wall “James Buchanan Barnes, as we know went through the cryo freezer, but the second soldier doesn’t have any intel on methods of survival. Yet the more I looked into it, the more information I found about him. The files are much fuller than those of Bucky, almost like they had a personal deal of sorts, which got me thinking. So turns out this mystery soldier was in HYDRA as a family business. Him and Bucky were the best duo they had, almost perfectly engineered team. Taking orders and finishing the job. Our Mr.2 didn’t go under the memory eraser as much as Bucky did, only 5 recorded cases in here.  ” You tried to dig for a picture to offer them a face, but you could only find a burned one of a dog tag with a missing name, only the numbers left “ It is almost like he had been in the organization since a child.”

“What a family.” Nat commented “Basically we have another Barnes running around out there and we don’t know what he is capable of or who he might be?”

“I don’t remember any of this.” Bucky rubbed his head, either a headache creeping onto him or the anger of not being able to be of help.

“The problem might go deeper than that.” Steve rolled his shoulders back, hands crossed in front of his chest “Peggy seems to know Y/N.”

“Pardon my French but what the actual flying fuck?” Sam laughed out “ You can time travel of something now?”

“Not that I know of.” You shrugged “I am as confused about this as you all are.”

“Peggy?” his blonde hair flew around his head, as his eyes focused onto her figure

“We, me and Y/N are friends. Both of us met awhile after Steve’s….disappearance. Probably a couple of years or so. We used to go out from time to time and enjoy some food or a casual walk. Nothing suspicious. ”

“You said we haven’t seen each other since a few months now?” you asked her

“Yes, last time we met you had to leave earlier because of family problems with your uncle. It was pure coincidence, but I saw that the man who picked you up was James.”

 It felt like something snapped your head towards Bucky, eyes meeting in a mix of shock and confusion. The whole room couldn’t take a breath in until their brains calculated all that just got released as information. Tony frozen in one place as his eyes began to widen.

“I think I will be saying the thing we all are thinking about but…” Bruce trailed off trying to delay this as much as he could this rough interruption “ If Miss Carter is 100% sure she knew Y/N, the one here right now that we see and she also has seen her and Bucky together during that time. The information we got from that USB can lead only to one possible conclusion.”

“Are yall saying I am 100 something years old!?” your exterior was mirroring your inside state “We don’t know if it is a woman or a men, but you can’t just start pointing fingers like that.”

“I am sure it was Y/N. I followed you back then. After recognizing James I thought…” her eyes looked at Cap softly “ If he was alive than maybe Steve was as well.” The atmosphere was dark, heavy, but also like thunder crackling, hitting you with buzzes of something.

“What we are saying is that you could be working for HYDRA and we would never know.” Tony took a few steps towards you, his finger of the suit trigger button “A few years off your daily life are missing under the alibi that you were living with your uncle. You show some interesting symptoms from time to time to.”

“I don’t work for HYDRA!” agitating words and lack of memory began taking a tole on you “Wanda, Wanda look inside my head. Tell them I don’t work for HYDRA!” you were shaking her body vigorously, hoping for assistance maybe at least from Vision, the walking infinity stone.  

“Ok, calm down.” You took a seat while Wanda began gently entering your mind. She was gentle, taking her time going past one memory and into the other. Seeing thoughts and unsaid wishes. After what felt as an eternity she pulled her fingers away from your head and her presence out of your mind.

“She is telling the truth.” You slumped into the chair, taking a sharp breath in after what she said. For a moment you thought you heard faintly Tony disengaging the repulsion canon on his suit.

“But…”

“But what?” eyes wandering over Wanda in expectation

“You have missing memories, not exactly forgotten maybe suppressed or hidden. Things just don’t feel natural in some places in your head. They seem periodical.”

“Now that we have calmed down.” Bruce walked over to you, helping you get up and shielding your body from Tony’s sight “Let’s take her to Stark tower. Tony your lab there is much bigger we can figure this thing out.” Everyone in the room waited for the ultimate decision, which he took his time on making.

“F.R.Y.D.A.Y. prepare the lab.”

  Yes Sir

 “Thank you, Tony.” You whispered

“Don’t mention it kid.” His hand landed onto your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze, that he himself might have needed at that moment  “Barnes you will be in a car with Steve, Clint and Peggy, Y/N will be with me, Bruce and Natasha. We don’t need you two that close for now. Wanda, Sam and Vision can just fly there. Rhodey grab Happy and wait for us there. You.”he pointed at Thor “Go ask your messed up brother if he worked with HYDRA or lost the Tesseract for sometime before we made Vision .”

  Thor summoned Bifrost off Midguard, Wanda grabbed onto Vision disappearing into the wall. Everyone else headed down to the garage. The elevator was packed, the silence felt like a rope around your throat choking you with each floor passing. The space seemed tighter than before. It felt like the elevator was slowly filling with water, the pressure crushing your bones. Your body warmed up going past the normal temperature, when an icy like cooling sensation rolled up from your waist. Jolting threw you slight back hitting something soft yet firm.

“Calm down, it is me.” A deep voice whispered letting your body sink into this hold turning into pudding. He was the only thing keeping you standing, melting away the worry. Your hands crept up grabbing onto his vibranium arm, holding tight almost like he might disappear if you let go.

Sir, the garage.

   F.R.Y.D.A.Y. ‘s voice echoed sliding the metal doors open. Tony threw a pair of keys over to Steve, unlocking his own.

“I got her.” Natasha smiled at you, showing Bucky that he can entrust you to her from here on. As much as you didn’t want him to let go, you felt his body leaving yours. “ It will be ok. No one really thinks you are on their side.” She told you “We just have to make sure that if this is all true they didn’t mess with you in ways they did with the metal fossil.”

“Nat.”a jingle like giggle left your lips, tapping her arm post joke. She knew what to say at any given moment. 

“Ladies mind having your giggle fest in the car, we are busy people.” Tony snapped his fingers in a flashy way, ushering you both on the back seat.

“What is the plan then?” worried or not, there was no point trying to change something outside your grasp. You were still scared, worried but sometimes wearing adult pants was needed. You worked hard to reach this spot, there was no way you could let go of your future like this. Determination was unlocking something inside you, strength in situation most people wouldn’t be able to be composed in.

  Tony threw a look at you before continuing to drive towards Stark tower “Glad to have you back agent.” Nat rubbed your hand in partnership with Tony’s words “ These are all theories, but having Peggy Carter so sure in knowing you could have revealed something about you and or HYDRA.”

Sir, a message incoming from Falcon

 “Put him through.”

“Hey Tony! Sorry to cut your show short. I am getting a police report of a road shut down by some black jeeps heading up on yall.” Sam was flying over the cars

“Check on it.” The big metal wings shadowed over the road and flew in front, almost disappearing between the clouds.

“Who would have guessed that someone would try and stop us from going to the lab.” Bruce laughed at his comment, but Tony and Natasha seemed too serious

“We shall see how much of this was the job of a little fairy.” The car slowed down coming up on the barricade of cars standing, tinted windows not allowed a correct assumption of human number

“Smells fishy to me. Someone let the octopus out.” Natasha pulled out the gun from her case sitting calmly next to her leg. Tony prepared his bracelets.

“Dusty, you get ready too.” He shot you a serious glance “I don’t think these fine gentlemen want our autographs.”

 No one made a move for a couple of minutes, before one of the jeeps opened and threw a man out of it on the floor. Bloodied up, tied in a brutal way. His head was hanging low enough for people to figure out he was an adult male, but not enough to figure out any facial characteristics.

“Great they have a hostage.” Steve’s voice echoed from the intercoms

“It’s HYDRA.” Bucky added “Couldn’t forget these disgusting faces even if I tried.”

“ Could have guessed that much myself from the logo on them metal boy.” Tony hissed knowing damn well they had to save whoever that man was.

“Don’t be shy, we won’t shoot. Yet.”  The HYDRA agent laughed out “Do you need more motivation?” his leg generated enough kinetic energy to roll the man over to the exposed sun light, making you yell out “UNCLE!”

“What?” Bruce’s body swung towards the backseat

“Great!” Tony hit the stearin wheel aggressively “Now we gotta do something. Avengers, out of the car.”

 Like a command you jumped out of the vehicle , trying to make sure you weren’t just guessing blindly, but it was him. It actually was your uncle, could he have been kidnapped all this time? The letters he stopped answering to could have been a sign you were too blind to notice. But why him?

“Now that we have acquainted ourselves , we want a deal.” The tall man spoke out braking your thought process “Give us our soldier back and we give you this one here.”

“How about we punch you in the face and you give us the hostage ?” Bucky hissed out, his arm clenching in front of your eyes

“Honestly, I liked you better when you didn’t talk.” the smirk ripping this man’s face was disgusting, filled with pride.

“Y/N?” you uncle coughed up a bit of blood next to himself, a sight tugging on your heart strings.

“Aw such a sweet view. Almost a bit sad don’t you th-“

“Not as sad as you will be in a bit!” full speed down from the sky, Sam ripped the clouds landing a hard kick on the back of this guy’s head. Knocking him a couple of feet back. You dashed over to your uncle, who mustered enough power to get up and try to reach you. He collapsed half way, falling into your arms just in time.

“Uncle, uncle!” you kept calling out to him, brushing his hair off his sweaty forehead, who knows what this man went through at a HYDRA base by himself.

“I am ok sweetie. D-don’t worry.” You lowered your head trying to hear him better between the heavy breathing he was huffing and puffing, sending you a comforting smile.

“We should help them.” Steve and Bucky went towards you to give a hand in charring your relative.

“Steve wait!” Peggy grabbed his sleeve, when Bucky suddenly got the wind knocked out of him, his back denting one of Tony’s cars. The sheer strength needed to throw a big man like James back only possible by Steve, or another super soldier.

#marvel fanfic #marvel fic #marvel aus #Marvel AU #marvel fanfiction #marvel scenarios #marvel hero au #marvel hero imagines #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic series #marvel x reader #marvel x you #Marvel x Y/N #marvel x female reader #marvel heros x reader #avengers fic #avengers fanfic #avengers fanfiction #avengers scenario #avengers scenarios #avengers fanfic series #avengers au #avengers AUs #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky fluff #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky imagines #bucky fanfic

[ceilingfan5]

Ballet au/road trip au for taakitz??

thanks again to @desiree-harding-fic for the ballet

part one

Funny thing...turns out Kravitz the Ballet Robot has feelings. It’s a hell of a job, and it would overwhelm anyone, but Taako gets the pressure of being the lead, not to mention the mental and physical strain of it all, double digit hours a day, six days a week. Kravitz has a hard time talking about it as they walk to Taako’s shitty car, but Taako gets the gist--he’s headed to breakdown city, population growing.

“Don’t you have friends you could talk to about this?” Taako asks. Kravitz is unbearably silent. “Yikes. Okay, shit. Damn, no wonder you’re falling apart. What, uh, what set you off tonight?” 

“I stepped on my ankle wrong and I thought my career was going to be over.” 

“That’d, uh, yeah, that’d do it.” They’re still sitting in the parking lot, Taako struggling not to yawn, Kravitz struggling not to cry. Taako’s plied him with fast food napkins he’d stashed in the console and he’s feeling pretty damn vindicated that he’s stolen so many over the years. He looks at Kravitz’s sad puppydog face and sighs. “Fuck, dude, can you take a day? Hang out, sleep, do some hobbies or whatever?”

“I couldn’t!” 

“Literally why not?”

“Taako, you know why not. They need me. I can’t let them down. It’s so competitive. And if I take a day, someone could replace me for good.” As he lists reasons, Taako watches Kravitz’s shoulders go up and up and up until Kravitz looks so tense and awkward he’s afraid his spine is gonna snap. 

“Listen, like, not that that isn’t a valid fear, or whatever, but if you explode on stage and all of your squishy bits end up in ballerina hair, you’re gonna be replaced too. You gotta take a mental health day, man, or one is going to take you out.” He puts his hands on Kravitz’s shoulder and forces them down, and Kravitz, though it’s quite clearly a strain, obediently relaxes them. “Call in and sleep most of tomorrow. Say you’re sick.”

“I just- Taako, I can’t!” His shoulders pop back up like a kid holding a beachball under water until it smacks him in the face. 

“Can you go back in there right now, genius?”

“I- I- Well-” Kravitz’s eyes kind of glaze over like he’s seen the creature that lives behind the Denny’s, and Taako shakes his head. “You’re a mess, dude. You’re going to take a break. In fact, let’s both take a break. Let’s...” Taako tappity-taps a drum solo on the steering wheel, sucking air in through his teeth. “Let’s go...on a road trip.”

“What???” Kravitz looks at him like he’s suggested they stab each other in the parking lot for fun and profit. “We couldn’t possibly--” 

“I mean, I find people can do all kinds of dumb bullshit with enough confidence.” A grin is slowly taking over Taako’s face. “Don’t you ever drive home and ache to turn the wrong way and just keep driving? Let’s fucking go.”

“Right now?” Kravitz’s voice keeps getting higher and higher. “You want us to leave town right NOW??” “Yeah, right now, why not! We have our duffels, got a change of clothes, I have a full tank of gas. Let’s get the hell out of dodge.” 

Kravitz sits in the passenger seat, more stunned than if he’d taken a cast-iron pan to the skull bones. 

“Could we...do that?”

“Yeah! I mean, I have money, you have money, we can get toothbrushes at whatever hotel we stop at. What’s stopping us?”

“My mom,” Kravitz answers honestly. Taako shrugs. 

“My sister will kill me and her husband will hide my limb body, but fuck ‘em, right? They don’t get it.”

“How could she! She quit! She left us!” Us, he says. Taako forgot that Kravitz and Lup used to be dance partners. He’s starting to buy into Kravitz’s storm of emotions, and the wind is whipping shit around in his brain.

“Yeah! Fuck her, honestly! Like, I love her, but fuck her for leaving! Fuck her dumb science career! Nothing’s been the same without her! This- Kravitz, this job is so fucking hard? And for what? Like, what are we getting out of it, besides all of our goddamn joints disintegrating?”  

“We could just...drive...We could, Taako, we could QUIT, we could just leave and not come back! We- who needs me? I’m- I’m getting out of that place, I can’t go back- We can just drive and drive and drive and not look back!!“ 

“We’re gonna. You and me, we’re getting out of here. To hell with the consequences, right?” Taako starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot before Kravitz can do any more objecting. Kravitz watches the company building get smaller and smaller in the mirrors, tongue tied, until they leave the city, and then a little smile begins to grow on his face, and then it starts to bloom, until he’s laughing, a little hysterical and a lot relieved. Taako joins in, and suddenly it’s loud and wild and dangerous and they’re united in this bizarre breakdown, tied together and shoving themselves off the cliff. 

“We’re doing it,” he whispers, face pressed to the window. “We’re really doing it! Where- Taako, where are we even going??” His eyes are blown and wide, the euphoria smacking him in the face so hard his nose might start to bleed.

“Away,” Taako says. “As far away as we can get. I’m not stopping  for the night until we have to get gas. You, me, we’re setting out into that wild blue yonder, and we’re, Kravitz, we’re gonna get so many ugly souvenir t-shirts. I swear this to you.”

“Thank you, Taako. Honestly. I...I don’t get why you’re doing this to me. I kind of thought you hated me? I think a lot of people hate me at the company. I don’t- I don’t know how to fix it, I- It’s so hard-” Kravitz’s eyes swim again, and Taako punches him in the side. 

“So what if I do? An opportunity like this doesn’t present itself very often. A genius like me has to take them as they come, even if they’re with uptight assholes who dance like angels.”

“I don’t know whether to be offended or not.” 

“Be thankful, stupid. I’m taking you to, uh, to...Hm.” He scans the next road sign. “How about the Grand Canyon?” 

“The- Are you serious?” 

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious. We’re gonna go on a relaxing tour of American horseshit. We’re gonna see the ocean. And I’m serious about those ugly t-shirts.” He laughs again, sharp and piercing, and it almost hurts his throat. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care a bit. So what if they never come back? It’s fine. Things are fine! Everything is going to be fine. And if it’s not fine, oh well!

“Lead the way,” Kravitz mumbles, mystified and still smiling, somehow. “I’m leaving...” His voice is soft, but the words are heavy with feeling. “Take that!” 

Taako turns on the radio so they don’t have to keep talking, because if he has to listen to Kravitz cry anymore, he’s going to gain some sympathy for the motherfucker, and he simply cannot allow that. This is a platonic work trip. There will be no liking involved. Never in a million years.

#taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #taakitz #fan5fics #ballet-u #thank u des #these BOYS gonna go off the GRID #get out of town!!!!!

[toohardtoforgetcth]

Too Hard To Forget

Chapter Four

Warnings: swearing, dirty sexy naked smutty smut !

6,518 words

A/N: Hi angels! Here’s chapter four even though no one asked for it *insert nerd face*, and fuck it I might just post the rest over the next few days ‘cause I got sentenced to self-isolation (fuck COVID) and I can’t go to work now :( Hope you love it! Feedback is encouraged :)

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Friday night, Calum knocked on the door of Parker’s apartment. He had sent her a cryptic text earlier that morning to be ready for 8:00 and to wear something sexy.

She opened the door and Calum made no attempt to hide the way his eyes took in every inch of her, starting with her long legs in a pair of strappy black heels. He lingered a little too long at her chest, and how it was spilling out of the short black dress she had on. He finally brought his eyes up to meet hers, and she blushed when she noticed the hunger flash in his dark eyes.

Parker let her eyes wander over Calum’s outfit—his curls were unruly as always and he had his usual stubble on his face, but he had dressed up, too. He had traded in his scuffed black boots for polished ones, with a pair of fitted black dress pants, and a black silk shirt with red polka dots, topped with his leather jacket as always. He looked despicably, unfairly, mouth-wateringly, sexy. Parker let out a little huff of annoyance at his apparent inability to ever not look good.

“I feel stupid,” she muttered. She never dressed up, and she felt like Calum looked far better than she did.

Calum took a step closer to her, trailing his fingers down her sides, stopping at her hips. “You look incredible, love,” he murmured. “I said wear something sexy,” he let out a low whistle, leaning back to appreciate her once more. “You did not disappoint.”

He took her hand and opened the passenger door to his Charger. He dropped in beside her, starting the engine.

“So why did I have to wear this dress, then?”

“Purely for my benefit,” he said honestly. “So I can admire you.”

Parker rolled her eyes, but she smiled a little. It felt good to be wanted the way Calum wanted her.

Parker felt Calum’s hand come to rest on the bare skin of her thigh, giving it a squeeze, the cold metal of his rings biting into her skin. The contact sent a rush of heat through her body. It was almost shameful how one innocent touch from him set her whole body on fire.

Twenty minutes later, he pulled into a roundabout in front of Del Dente’s, the city’s fanciest and most expensive restaurant. It was situated completely on its own ten minutes out of the city, perched on top of a cliff overlooking the water. Only the wealthy ate here—Parker had never even stepped foot inside. Calum opened the car door for Parker before tossing his keys to the parking attendant.

“Calum,” Parker whispered. “This place is crazy expensive. I can’t afford this.”

“Quiet, doll,” he shushed her, resting his hand on her lower back and guiding her inside. “You think I would bring you here and make you pay? Let me treat you. And don’t complain about it.”

Parker couldn’t help but get a little turned on by Calum’s assertiveness. She was a perfectly capable and independent woman, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy being taken care of. He ushered her in through the large glass doors and into the foyer where a pretty girl around her age was standing at a podium, ready to greet them. She smiled politely at Parker, but her gaze drifted to Calum and stayed there. Parker was annoyed, but she couldn’t blame the girl—Calum was nothing if not easy to look at.

“Do you have a reservation?” she asked him sweetly, smiling too wide.

“8:30 for Hood,” he said shortly, barely meeting the girls’ eyes—he couldn’t take his own off Parker. She knew it was petty, but she felt the tiniest bit triumphant knowing Calum only had eyes for her.

“Right this way, please,” the girl mumbled quietly, defeated. As they followed her into the main dining area, Parker took in her surroundings. There were two floors, separated by a set of shallow stairs and an intricate wooden railing wrapping all the way around. The entire restaurant was very dimly lit and reeked of high class. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the tables all covered in a crisp white linen tablecloth, decorated with expensive crystal and silverware. There was a large dance floor in the middle of the tables on the main floor, complete with a slightly elevated stage, on top of which a man sat playing the piano and a middle-aged woman was singing into the microphone. A few couples were scattered over the dance floor, swaying in time to the music. Calum pulled out Parker’s chair, tucking her in before shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over his own chair. They were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, floor to ceiling windows next to it. If she looked to her right, she could see the lake below them, illuminated by the city lights. It was a breathtaking view. She wondered if Calum requested this table.

“This place is insane,” Parker exclaimed. “You know I would have been just as happy eating at McDonald’s—I just wanted to see you,” she admitted.

Calum chuckled. “I know. I get the feeling you don’t get treated often, so I wanted to do something special.”

The food was nothing short of spectacular, and Parker concluded that she would probably never taste anything that delicious for the rest of her life. To finish it off, Calum ordered a slice of classic New York cheesecake, giving Parker a bite after every one he took for himself. She supposed she could have asked the waitress for another fork to share, but somehow it tasted better with Calum feeding it to her.

Parker sipped at her glass of wine. She had never had a date like this before, and she likely never would again. She watched as Calum pushed his chair back and stood. He walked over to her, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet.

“Dance with me,” he murmured in her ear.

Calum laced his fingers with hers as she let him lead her to the dance floor. He turned, and in one fluid motion, pulled her tight against him, her right hand clasped in his left. Parker closed her eyes and rested her head on Calum’s shoulder. She followed his lead, swaying gently to the soft music. Parker was in heaven. She was so relaxed, so at ease. If someone had told her six weeks ago she’d be here, slow dancing with Calum, she would have called them crazy. But this night couldn’t get more perfect. She let herself get lost, feeling nothing but complete and utter contentment in Calum’s arms.

For the second time in less than a week, Calum felt truly at peace. Coincidentally, or maybe not coincidence at all, both times were when he was with Parker. Holding her in his arms, dancing with her, he wondered what it was about her that made him forget everything he ever believed about love and relationships. This felt good. It felt good to care for someone other than himself, other than Gram or his boys. He’d spent his entire adult life hating the idea of love and pushing away any girl who tried to get close to him. But Parker had walked into his life unexpectedly, and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why she was so different. What was it about her that made all his insecurities melt away? Calum didn’t know, but he didn’t really care. There was nowhere else he’d rather be right now. So he held her tighter and let himself feel.

By the time they left the restaurant, it was nearing eleven and getting cold, being that the restaurant was at a high altitude. As they waited in the foyer for the valet, Parker shivered from the cold air blowing inside. Calum didn’t hesitate for a second before he shed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“I’m okay, we’re getting in the car anyway,” she protested, but Calum shook his head.

“I don’t need it, love,” he replied, fingers gripping the lapels and pulling it tight around her frame.

A few minutes later, the valet pulled up with the car and opened the door for Parker. She smiled and thanked the kid before he shut the door. She watched as Calum tucked a bill into the breast pocket of his vest and shook his hand, before rounding the front of the car and settling in the driver’s seat.

Parker reached over the center console and laced her fingers with Calum’s, smiling. “Thank you for tonight,” she said honestly. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I know you don't care about the money, Parker. I just wanted to do something to prove to you that I’m serious about this,” he said seriously, squeezing her hand. “And I hope you’re not tired, angel, ‘cause I’m not ready to take you home yet,” he smirked, shifting his gaze forward and pulling the car back onto the road.

• • • • • •

“Where are we?” Parker asked after fifteen minutes of driving in silence as Calum pulled into a spot in an underground parking garage. He cut the engine and turned to her, grinning wickedly.

“I’d love to take you out and show you off, but I’m feeling a little selfish tonight,” he said, watching the path of his finger as it trailed from her knee to her inner thigh, disappearing under the hem of her dress. He planted a firm kiss to her lips, holding her cheek with his free hand. He pulled away, getting out of the car and coming around to her side to open the door.

“Come,” he said, holding his hand out for her to take.

“Is this where you live?” Parker asked curiously as she took his hand and stepped out of the car. His hand was soft and warm when it surrounded hers, and it felt like it was made for her

Calum said nothing, nodding simply. She followed him to a set of heavy metal doors, watching as he punched a code into the keypad next to it.

“After you,” he said, sweeping his hand out and directing her inside. He pressed the button for the elevator and grasped her hand while they waited. The doors opened, and they stepped inside, Calum pushing the button for the seventh floor.

Parker was nervous. She wasn’t sure why—she had been alone with Calum before—but he was so secretive and she didn’t know what to expect.

They stepped out of the elevator, rounding a corner and stopping in front of the only door in the hallway. She waited impatiently as he keyed in a code on another keypad next to the door.

Calum stepped inside and flicked the light switch on the wall, holding the door open for Parker to follow him in. She took in her surroundings. Calum’s apartment was gorgeous—not at all what she was expecting from him. It was much bigger than hers, decorated very tastefully. Lots of black, white and grey, with an open concept living room and kitchen. She could see a hallway to the left of the kitchen which she assumed led to the bedroom and the bathroom. In the corner of the living room sat three different guitars on stands, along with a piano and a wall-to-wall bookshelf filled with vinyl’s, CDs and books. Parker was distracted from her appreciation by a sharp clicking sound on the laminate. She turned her head in the direction of the noise to see Calum crouch down and scoop up a fluffy little black and white dog, scratching his ears and talking to him as the dog licked at his face and wagged its tail.

Parker’s heart swelled. “I didn’t know you had a dog,” she remarked, walking over to him. The dog stopped as she approached, eyeing her warily and sniffing at her.

“This is Duke,” he said, setting him down so he could sniff around Parker’s feet. “He’s an old man, so he can be grumpy. He’ll get used to you,” Calum chuckled as Duke let out a little sneeze and trotted away when Parker bent down to pet him. She frowned, standing and watching as Duke left the living room and headed down the hallway where she assumed he had come from.

When she looked back at Calum, his eyes were hooded, gaze dragging up and down her body shamelessly. It made Parker blush.

“Your place is really nice,” she forced out, suddenly self-conscious of his eyes on her. “You really love music, huh?” she asked, gesturing to the instruments and records in the corner.

“I work at a record store, love,” he chuckled. “Of course I love music.”

Parker rolled her eyes at his sarcastic comment. “Speaking of work,” she commented, “and I mean this in the most polite way possible, how do you afford all this?” She wandered into the living room, taking in the artwork decorating the walls and the shelves. “This place is amazing. And your car,” she trailed off. “I mean, it makes my place look like a cardboard box,” she laughed.

Calum shrugged. “Gram takes good care of me.”

Parker looked over to the corner where all his instruments sat. “Are they just for show, or do you play?” she smirked.

Calum shot her a dry look.

“Play something for me.”

He grinned. “Guitar or piano?” he asked.

Parker considered his question. She loved the sound of an acoustic guitar, but there was something sexy about a man who played piano. “Piano,” she replied confidently.

“Any requests?” he asked, sitting down on the bench and lifting the lid. He flexed his long fingers, drumming them lightly on the keys.

“Surprise me,” she smiled, plopping down on the couch and resting her arms over the back to watch him.

Calum’s back was to her on a slight angle, so she watched the set of his shoulders and the movement of his nimble fingers as he played a soft melody that caused a wave of calm to wash over Parker. It made her want to close her eyes, but she didn’t, because she wanted to see him. Then, unexpectedly, he started to sing, and Parker was mesmerized. He had a beautiful voice—deep and raspy. Parker wondered how much more there was to learn about Calum—he was full of surprises. He sang a verse and a chorus and then stopped, turning to face her.

She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “Wow,” was all she could say.

Calum chuckled, standing and walking over to join her on the couch, tucking his arm under her knees and pulling her legs over his own as he sat down.

“You keep surprising me,” she mused thoughtfully. “I had no idea you could sing. That was—you’re amazing,” she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief.

Calum leaned forward in response, closing the distance between them and kissing her softly. It had been too long since he kissed her, and he missed the feel of her lips on his. Parker let him lead her, deepening their kiss and letting their tongues dance together. He moved his hand to cup her cheek, his right hand resting on her leg. After a few minutes, Calum slid his right hand to the underside of her thigh, pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him. She still wore his leather jacket, and he was painfully aware of how hard she was making him.

“You look so fucking sexy in my jacket,” he murmured, grabbing the lapels and pulling her even closer to him.

“So you don’t want me to take it off, then?” Parker questioned slyly, her lips swollen from kissing and her eyes half-lidded.

Calum let out a low growl. “Don’t tease me, doll. I was gentle last time. I won’t be so forgiving this time around.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle,” she challenged.

“Careful what you wish for,” Calum warned as he tore the jacket from her shoulders, tossing it carelessly to the side. He leaned down and attached his lips to Parker’s neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her skin, sucking and biting and leaving his mark on her. He unzipped her dress from the back, letting it fall off her shoulders. He lifted it by the hem and tugged it over her head. She had forgone a bra tonight, so she sat on Calum’s lap in nothing but her panties.

“Fuck,” he swore, his large, tattooed hands skimming over her bare back and then moving to her front. Parker moaned as her head fell back, Calum’s lips and tongue exploring every inch of her upper body, littering her skin with marks. His hands slid down to grip her ass, squeezing hard and landing a firm slap against her left cheek. She jumped at the surprising but not unwelcome sting. He rubbed his hand over the sensitive spot. “I can play dirty if you want me to, love, but I need to know you want it,” he murmured, kissing along her jaw.

“I want it,” she whispered.

“If it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”

Parker nodded.

“Up,” Calum commanded abruptly, gripping her hips and sliding her backwards on his lap, forcing her to her feet. He stood, wrapping his arms around her thighs and throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked in surprise, protesting for him to put her down, which landed her another hard slap on the ass. He carried her to his bedroom, throwing her down on the bed forcefully.

Parker scooted back, leaning back on her elbows and watching him with hooded eyes as he undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one. Calum was teasing her, and she was enjoying every minute of it.

God, he was so sexy.

Calum shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders and moved to the button on his pants, flicking it open and stripping his pants and his boxers off in one swift movement. His cock sprang out, already hard and waiting for her.

He knelt down on the bed, moving towards her with a wicked grin on his face.

He let his fingers trail up from her knee to her thigh, slapping the skin of her inner thigh and causing Parker to yelp. He let his fingers ghost over her most sensitive spot, feeling how already wet she was, soaking through her panties.

He clicked his tongue. “Naughty girl.”

Parker tried to lean forward, desperately wanting to touch him, but he shoved her back down on the bed.

Calum hooked his fingers in the waistband of Parker’s lace panties, ripping them in two pieces and exposing her naked center to him. He tossed them to the side, moving up the bed to press a bruising kiss to her lips. Parker moved her hand between their bodies to grab him, but he caught her hand in his own, using it to pin both her wrists above her head.

“Not yet, doll,” he whispered. Calum reached his free hand between them, dragging his middle finger through her heat. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned. He rubbed small circles on her clit before thrusting his finger inside of her, his mouth never leaving hers. She moaned loudly into his mouth, and Calum took it as an invitation to add a second finger, pumping them in and out. Parker’s kisses turned sloppy, unable to focus while he was stimulating her.

“Please, Calum,” she whined, thrusting her hips towards him.

“Please what?” he taunted, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean one at a time. Parker groaned at the loss of contact, trying to wiggle free from where his hand was still holding her wrists above her head.

“I need to feel you.”

“Soon,” he replied, pressing one more kiss to her lips before letting her hands go, sliding down the bed and burying his face between her legs. Parker’s hands flew immediately to his head, tangling her fingers in his curls as he licked at her core. Her breathing became shallow and ragged, and Calum could tell she was close. He pulled away abruptly, denying her release and bringing his face level with hers once more. Parker cried out impatiently.

“I can’t wait anymore. Please,” she whined.

Calum wanted nothing more than to see Parker’s pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock, but he had to admit, he didn’t want to wait anymore either. He rolled over her, landing on his back.

“Go ahead, then, doll,” he encouraged, smirking as she scrambled up onto her knees, swinging one leg over so she was straddling him. She grasped his shaft, lining him up with her entrance, and sank down. She threw her head back in ecstasy at finally having Calum inside her, and it made him even harder, if that was possible. Parker leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest as she bounced up and down on his cock. He rested his hands on her hips, guiding her and jerking his hips up slightly to meet hers so he could bury himself deeper. Every so often, he would land a slap on her backside, grinning devilishly at her reaction. His hands rested on her breasts, squeezing and pinching, leaving shallow red marks from how hard he was squeezing her. After a few minutes, Calum lifted Parker off him and flipped her roughly onto her back again. He lined himself up and pushed in, ramming his hips into hers. He paced himself slowly for a few seconds, then set a fast pace, thrusting hard and hitting her g-spot. He had to stop a few times to keep himself from coming, wanting to make it last.

When Calum could feel himself getting close and unable to hold off any longer, he wrapped his right hand loosely around her throat. He met her eyes in a silent question, making sure she was still okay with it. She nodded, and Calum tightened his grip, the cool metal of his rings biting into her neck.

“I want you to come for me, angel,” he told her, picking up his pace and slamming into her. Parker moved her hands up, raking her nails down his back. He hoped there would be streaks there tomorrow, a reminder of Parker on his skin, the same way he was leaving his mark all over her body. Calum thrusted a few more times before he watched as Parker’s body started to shudder, a scream ripping from her throat as she came all over his cock. Watching her come undone was all it took to push Calum over the edge, collapsing on top of her and groaning loudly as he pressed his face into her neck, spilling inside of her.

Calum stilled, both of them breathing heavily and a sheen of sweat coating their skin. He rolled off of her, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” he cursed, lifting a hand to push the damp curls off his forehead. “You’re somethin’ else, doll.”

Parker stared up at the ceiling in Calum’s bedroom. She sighed heavily, entirely content in this moment.

Calum moved closer to her, stretching his arm around her left shoulder and pulling her into his chest. He pressed a kiss to her head, breathing in the smell of her shampoo. He felt so at peace with Parker. He was happier than he ever remembered being. They stayed like that for a while, Calum trailing his fingers up and down her naked back, Parker’s legs wrapped around his own with her cheek on his chest.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he murmured quietly.

Calum felt her smile against him. “Please,” she replied.

He hesitated. He was about to cross a line with Parker he’d never crossed before, and he wasn’t sure if there would be any coming back from the honesty and vulnerability he was about to divulge in. In this moment, Calum didn’t care. He wanted more with her.

“I’ve never brought a girl here before.”

She rolled on top of him, folding her arms under her chin and resting them on his chest. “What do you mean?”

Calum stared down at her.

“Like, never ever?”

“Nope.”

“I don’t know if I believe you,” Parker tilted her head, furrowing her brows.

Calum chuckled as he held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor, baby.”

She giggled at his gesture—somehow she couldn’t picture Calum as a boy scout. “Why?” she questioned.

Calum thought about this for a moment. He didn’t want to scare her away, but he wanted to be honest with her.

“It was just a promise I made to myself. I’ve never stayed the night at a girls’ house, and I’ve never brought one back here. Until you. I think it’s pretty obvious I’m not a very open person, and I just didn’t want to share my home with someone I didn’t care about. I did it to make sure things never got serious. So I was always in control.”

Parker wasn’t sure if Calum’s confession alarmed or flattered her. On the one hand, it was obvious that Calum was, for lack of a better word, experienced. She’d gathered that on the few occasions she’d seen him leaving the bar with some of the most beautiful girls Parker had ever seen, and the confidence he carried when they were being intimate. But on the other hand, it was clear Calum felt differently about Parker if she was the only one lucky enough to be invited into his home.

“You don’t fool me, you know,” Parker said knowingly, continuing when Calum quirked a brow, his interest piqued. “You have this intimidating front that you put on, like you want people to be afraid of you so no one gets too close. But I can see right through it. You have a lot to give, I can tell. You just haven’t found the right person to give it to.”

“Or maybe I have,” he replied, smirking.

Parker blushed. He grasped her chin in his hand and pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Nothing like the ones they shared earlier in the night. It made Parker dizzy how he could switch from being dominant and aggressive in one second to soft and sweet the next. As she got to know him better, she realized that part of the thrill of being with him was that he was always surprising her. Being with Calum was unpredictable and exciting.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” she asked suddenly.

“I thought you could see right through me,” he challenged playfully.

Parker shot him a dry look.

He chuckled. “What do you wanna know, love?”

“How come you have an accent and Grace doesn’t?”

Calum laughed, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “I wasn’t born here. Grace was,” he said simply. At the intrigued expression on Parker’s face, he elaborated. “My granddad’s from Australia. He met Grace while she was over there for work, only she never left. Not until recently. I only moved here when he passed away, when I was eight or so.”

“I’m sorry,” Parker said quietly.

“S’alright, love. It was a long time ago. Anyway, that’s why my accent’s so diluted. Some words you can still tell, though, I guess,” he shrugged.

Calum rolled Parker over onto her side, the front of his body pressed against her back. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close and reveling in the feeling of the skin-on-skin contact. She drifted off to the sound of his breathing, steady in her ear.

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Calum woke the next morning still naked, Parker sleeping soundly and taking up most of the covers. He took this moment to admire the softness of her features while she slept, her blonde hair a mess on his pillow, her pink lips slightly parted. She really was beautiful.

He woke her up with featherlight kisses up her arm and her shoulder. She peeked her eyes open, smiling as she snuggled closer to him.

“Come shower with me,” Calum murmured.

“I’ve already had enough of all the energy you have in the morning,” Parker groaned. “I’m not ready to get up yet.”

“Fine. Five minutes,” Calum chuckled, letting her cuddle up to him and wrapping her in his strong arms.

Twenty minutes later, Calum tried again to wake her up. He could hear Duke pacing around the kitchen, meaning it was time for breakfast, and he needed a shower.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Time’s up.”

She mumbled incoherently, rolling over and tugging the covers over her head. Calum smiled mischievously. He was done playing sweet and innocent—if she wanted to play games, fine. He rolled out of bed, stretching his arms over his head before moving to the foot of the bed. He ripped the duvet off of Parker and yanked her down the bed by her ankles, until his face hovered over hers. She gasped in surprise, curling up to cover her naked body. Calum wasn’t sure if it was because she was cold from the sudden loss of the blankets, or if she was embarrassed, but he didn’t care.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” he grinned, face just inches away from hers. “Shower, now.”

Parker rolled her eyes, wiggling out from underneath him and shuffling past him towards the bathroom. He followed, landing a swift slap on her naked backside. She jumped in surprise, whipping around to face him.

“I’ll fight you. I swear I will,” she warned, giggling.

“I’d like to see you try, angel.”

• • • • • •

After a long, hot shower with more giggling and fooling around than actual showering, Calum and Parker made their way to the kitchen, Calum shirtless and in sweats and Parker in a pair of Calum’s underwear and one of his t-shirts, since he ripped hers to shreds the night before. Calum busied himself with making breakfast while Parker tried to convince Duke that she could be trusted, but Calum’s little dog wasn’t having it.

Calum dug a scoop of dog food out of the bin under the sink and dumped it into a bowl. “Here,” he said, holding it out to Parker. “Maybe he’ll like you a bit more if you feed him. After all, the way to a man’s heart is his stomach,” he winked.

She made a face, snatching the bowl from his hands. She crouched down, setting the bowl on the floor in front of her, a few feet away from where Duke was sleeping. “Come here, handsome. I’ve got breakfast,” she called.

Duke eyed Parker suspiciously as he made his way slowly to the bowl. He started eating, looking up every few seconds to eye her up again. She backed away, giving him space.

“He’s old, cut him some slack,” Calum laughed when he saw the disappointed expression on Parker’s face as she jumped up on the counter beside him.

“Maybe he wouldn’t be afraid of me if you weren’t such a recluse,” she teased, poking him in the side. “He clearly inherited his dads’ sunny personality,” she said sarcastically.

“He’ll warm up to you eventually,” Calum promised. “I did, didn’t I?”

“That’s ‘cause I’m amazing.”

Calum moved over to where she sat, wrapping his arms around her and slotting himself between her legs. Even sitting up on the counter, he was still taller than her. He placed a kiss to her lips. “That you are.”

She smiled against his lips when he didn’t pull away, their foreheads pressed together. Calum smelled so good. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, lips moving against his, when the door to Calum’s apartment opened, and in walked three boys, chatting animatedly amongst themselves.

Parker pulled away, blushing, trying to tug the t-shirt down to cover herself. Calum merely turned his body towards them, eyebrows raised, one hand on his hip and the other on the counter beside Parker’s thigh.

“Mornin’, boys. Any particular reason why you’re in my house?” he asked nonchalantly. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that Parker was in little more than underwear in front of them.

They looked up in unison, surprise registering on the faces of two of them when they realized Calum had a guest. The third, the tallest one, seemed entirely unfazed. He sauntered over to them, taking Parker’s hand. She giggled, blushing as he placed a kiss to the back of it.

“Pleased to meet you, babe. I’m Luke,” he said smoothly. He was ridiculously tall. At 6’1, Calum was tall, too, but this guy was still another three inches taller than Calum, with shiny, golden curls, a pixie nose and the brightest blue eyes Parker had ever seen.

“Do you mind, mate?” Calum questioned, though he didn’t seem angry; he just shook his head, letting out a laugh.

Luke flashed her a charming smile, swiping a breakfast sausage out of the frying pan on the stove and popping it into his mouth before flopping down on the couch.

“Hey, you made breakfast!” one of the other boys exclaimed, mimicking Luke’s action and grabbing a sausage, too. He hopped up on the counter next to Parker. He turned to her, blonde fringe poking out under a black snapback and partially covering his sea green eyes.

“I’m Michael, by the way,” he smiled warmly, holding his hand out for her to shake. He had the most contagious smile, and his eyes sparkled with genuity. Parker could tell she was going to like Michael.

“Parker,” she smiled back, shaking his hand.

“Sorry, man, didn’t realize you had company,” the third boy said to Calum, jet-black hair falling in his hazel eyes. He turned to her. “I’m Ashton,” he said. “You must be Parker,” he guessed, holding his hand out. Parker was surprised that he seemed to know her, though she figured Calum must have mentioned her.

Calum just laughed, facing her again. “Well, these are the boys,” he said, gesturing to the three of them. “No boundaries, as you can clearly tell.”

Parker laughed. “Nice to meet you all. I’m just gonna go, uh—put on some pants,” she jumped down from the counter and tugged the shirt over her barely covered behind, rushing down the hall to Calum’s bedroom, which earned her a low whistle from Calum, and a wink when she turned around to glare at him.

“Cal, there’s a girl here. In your house,” Michael stated dumbly.

“Good observation, bro,” Luke replied sarcastically, leaning over the arm of the couch and giving him a dry look.

“I just—I mean, you never have girls over.”

“She’s different. This one’s special, ain’t she, Cal?” Ashton grinned, elbowing him in the side.

Calum ran a hand through his hair, smiling. “Yeah,” he breathed. “She’s special, all right.” He glanced down the hallway as Parker emerged from his bedroom in a pair of sweats she must have found in one of his drawers. They were miles too big for her, but he really liked seeing her in his clothes. It made him feel things he’d never felt before. “Can you animals be nice? You’re gonna scare her away.”

Luke put his hand over his heart and shot him a fake wounded look. “I’m always nice,” he countered.

Parker re-entered the room to the four of them goofing off, shoving each other and laughing, acting like a couple of teenagers. It made her smile, seeing Calum so happy and carefree. He loved his boys—that was obvious. Instead of interrupting, she decided to take over Calum’s abandoned pancake mix and continue making breakfast. Calum glanced over and caught her eye, giving her a lopsided, boyish grin before shifting his attention back to the boys.

“Pancakes, anyone?” she called out after frying the first batch, setting a stack onto a plate and pushing them to the edge of the counter. Michael scrambled over and claimed them before anyone else could, stuffing his face. The other three boys joined him on the stools lined up along the island.

Michael leaned over to Calum. “I like her,” he said with his mouth full.

Calum laughed. “Me, too.”

Parker smiled, eyes down on the stove. She could get used to this. She had known them for all of ten minutes, and they already made her feel welcome. The boys were like a little family, and it was so easy to picture herself being a part of it.

After breakfast, Calum and Ashton cleaned up while Luke and Michael sat on either side of Parker on the couch, bombarding her with questions.

“It’s different with her, isn’t it?” Ashton questioned, noticing the fond look on Calum’s face watching Parker with his two best friends.

Calum turned to look at him, grinning. “I don’t know what it is, mate. She’s just—she’s incredible.”

“I’ve never seen you like this before,” Ashton observed, helping Calum load the dishwasher.

“Like what?” he questioned, tilting his head.

“Happy.”

Calum sighed deeply. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I guess I am.”

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10/07/21

Stephen took me to the carnival for our two year anniversary yesterday night. It was... phenomenal. Normally I don't like going out so publicly on our dates, especially in something as popular as a carnival, but it might be my favorite date of ours so far. He picked me up in his dad's Lamborghini at around 7:30, just as the sun was beginning to sink below the tree line of this stupid little town, and kissed me up against the car as soon as he got his hands on me. The start of his beard pricked me lightly as we did. Then he squeezed my hand lightly and told me he had a surprise that he hoped I liked. I told him if it was from him then I'd adore it. We shared another kiss through giggles before we slipped into the car and began to drive off. Our hands were intertwined on the center console the whole time. He always told me that it was hard to keep his hands off me with me in range and my consent. God... I love him more than anything. But, anyway, the carnival. As we neared, his thumb slid over mine and he told me to close my eyes, which I properly did. He's the only one I trust enough to do that with. I could tell he was excited and a little anxious just from the way he kept squeezing my fingers. It was adorable. Even cuter when we stopped and he temporarily let go as we stopped, only to move to my side of the car and slowly lead me out onto the gravel of the parking lot, practically buzzing with anticipation. I didn't even care what it was at that point, whatever made Stephen this thrilled to show him had to be good. Then he told me to open my eyes. And Jesus Christ I think I audibly gasped. I didn't know what I was really expecting, but when the bright lights spread all throughout the fairgrounds, exploding the navy sky with color, I could swear I was in another realm. As Stephen asked me if I liked it, I noticed his eyes were nervous, so with sparkling eyes I pulled him close and told him I loved it. The smile on his face was worth everything and more. He actually told me the same thing about mine. That was before he took my hand once more and led me past the ticket taker, pulling them out of his jeans and handing them off, us receiving a smile from her as we continued walking out onto the grass. "I know it's not traditional, but when I passed this place the other day I suddenly wanted to take you here," is what he said. "We can leave any time you want." "As long as you're here, I don't care where the date is," is what I said back. And boy was I right. It didn't matter that there were a ton of other people there, they all faded into nothing but background characters as Stephen miraculously won the balloon pop game and happily gifted me a little goat stuffed animal, one that I held close to my heart as I beamed at him. As I pressed my body close to him on the roller coaster, my fingers digging tightly into his bicep, and he held me steady as I stumbled onto the platform post ride. As the ferris wheel stuttered to a stop as we sat at the top, Stephen's hand on my thigh and my hand on his shoulder, and we kissed there, surrounded by nothing but the lights and the infinite abyss of stars. Once the night was over we had slow, sappy sex in his car, too filled with adoration and the need of skin against skin for us to drive back to one of our houses. I lazily drew shapes in the mist on the windows as I was brought back to my place, my mind filled with a soft bliss, and my body feeling like I had been washed over. I had never felt more at peace. And I still did, even as we had our long goodbye kiss and I went to sleep alone, the goat pressed against my chest. I was at peace. So how the hell did I end up here?

A tear slipped off of Loki's cheek and splattered onto his messy handwriting, bleeding the words together and making the many sections of his diary incomprehensible. It made him want to cry harder. That night could very well be all he and Stephen had together, and he was destroying the only stable record of it. Loki tilted back his head and squeezed his fists as tightly as possible.

On 10/07/21, at approximately 11:27, while driving from Loki's house to his, a speeding car struck Stephen's from behind and sent him spinning out of control off a cliff and forcing him to end up upside down near the river below. The person who caused the accident is yet to be found. And Stephen had been in surgery for 17 hours by the time Loki arrived at the hospital after school, right after he had gotten the news. He was still unconscious by then and practically looked like he had been forced through a meat grinder. Loki couldn't even glance up at him anymore, it made his heart twist into knots and make him want to throw up and sob. Not because he looked disgusting, although he certainly didn't look great, it was solely because of how his state reminded him of how hurt his boyfriend was. Loki couldn't imagine how much pain he was in. The cuts and scrapes on his face, the bruises on his arms, and the absolute wreck that his hands appeared to be, it all made him want to tear the skin off his bones. It hurt so much.

With a loud curse Loki snapped his notebook shut and pressed his face into it, doing his best to clear his mind instead of thinking all that he and Stephen had had together. The late nights of 'studying', the private dates, the stolen kisses at school... it had all slipped through their fingers because of one fucking idiot on the road.

Maybe it was his fault. Maybe, despite it being a school night, Loki should have insisted on Stephen staying the night with him. None of this would have happened if he had done that. Of course it's my fault.

Although they were trembling badly and the fact that he was still on the verge of tears, Loki slowly opened his fists to check up on the mess of blood that was beginning to pool up under the curve of his claws, smeared across his pale skin and nails. As he heard the door open, Loki closed them tightly once again with only a tiny hiss of pain. It was the doctor.

"Please tell me he's going to be okay," Loki whispered after a few seconds of nothing but tentious silence between him and the doctor, the concerned expression that she had exhibited when she entered and noticed him already making his stomach churn. "I don't care if it's not the truth, please just tell me he's going to be okay."

She-Dr. Palmer, as it read on her name tag-sighed gently and walked over to the young man, placing a hand on his shoulder as she sat down next to him. He didn't consider that a good sign. "I'm not going to lie to you hon. But let me ask first. How are you connected to Stephen?"

"He's-*hic*-he's my boyfriend."

"Alright honey. I'll give you the bad news first. His hands have suffered an extreme amount of nerve damage to his hands, and the surgeries so far have done nothing to correct them. It's looking like his hands are irrefutably damaged. He's never going to be able to use them normally again. But that's only if he comes out of the coma, which he only has a 50% chance of," Dr. Palmer explained as gently as was possible as it was to tell a teenager how badly his partner was injured.

It was like Loki's already broken heart shattered. The previous night could very well have been their last time together. And sure, it was perfect, but was he satisfied with never being with Stephen again? "What?" Loki choked out.

"I am so sorry. I truly am, but there is some good news. The probability of his awakening has only been getting higher, so that 50% chance of him not coming out of the coma could very easily become zero percent in no time. And you can help with that too."

For the first time since the school day did Loki look hopeful. "I can? How?"

"Talk to him. Despite his state, he can hear you in there. Talk about your time together, the past- I know it might hurt you, and please don't push yourself out of your comfort zone, but do what you can. Okay?"

With a bit of hesitation Loki slowly nodded, once again removing his nails from his palms. "Okay. I can do that," he told her.

Dr. Palmer gave him a small smile and gently patted him on the back before she stood up again, quickly checking Stephen's vitals, and then left to most likely check on another patient. Loki then took advantage of the silence and pushed his chair over to Stephen's bedside, ignoring the blood smearing on the chair's armrests as he did so. He still stared down at his lap once he was close, fearing breaking down in tears for what seemed like the hundredth time, but he did have the courage to lift up one of his own hands and rest it on his bicep. "Hey." An immediate voice crack wasn't a great start. Not that he knew any other way to begin. Any thoughts of their past two years together made Loki want to sob, now especially since he knew that he could very possibly never make any new ones with him. But he couldn't just stay silent. He had to say something, anything to make his guilt of not making Stephen stay the night with him lessen just a little bit. And according to the doctor, talking about their happy memories together could actually help. Hopefully. But it was nonetheless better than crying his eyes out for no reason. "Remember how we started dating?" Loki paused as if he was asking for an answer. "We were sophomores. You were in my chemistry class, and I always thought you were really cute, but I was too scared to talk to you and you were too nervous to, so we passed nothing but awkward glances and sarcastic comments for months on end. Until we got paired up for a project and you asked for my number. I gave it enthusiastically of course. From there we started talking and flirting a bit, although still too anxious to actually make a move, until you grabbed me when we were in the library and pushed me up against the back wall and asked to kiss me. You can guess what my response was." He chuckled dryly. "I might be able to say that I was already in love with you when you pulled back for air and gave me that little gorgeous smirk of yours, pulled my hips to yours, and whispered 'can I do it again?'. I was putty in your hands in the Greek philosophy section."

Loki quickly fell silent at the mention of his hands. With a small swallow, he managed to continue with a low voice. "When we were science class partners, you would tell me about how much you wanted to become a doctor. A neurosurgeon to be specific. I didn't exactly know why yet, you told me that a few months into our romantic relationship, but I eagerly listened about your plans for Columbia nonetheless. Not that-" he was crying again, "-not that that'll be possible now." Loki cleared his throat and tried to wipe his tears away with his trembling hands. "Even if you wake up." The student began to gently stroke his boyfriend's bandaged bicep while still staring at his lap, watching water splash onto where the excess of his oversized hoodie was rolled up and darkened the gray fabric.

It was Stephen's hoodie.

Using his feet, Loki slowly began to push his chair back until he eventually hit the wall, bunching his hands up in the hoodie's collar and raising it up to his nose, inhaling the signature cologne that he had fallen in love with over the last two years. The hood was soon flipped over his head and his knees were brought up to his chest, curling himself into the fetal position, and then finally letting all his tears out into the secure housing of Stephen's smell. That's where he had always been safe, and no matter either of their states, it still worked. Loki actually fell asleep like that after half an hour or so.

Stephen's parents found him in the morning and called Loki's family, and Thor ended up carrying him back home.

But as soon as he woke up he went back to the hospital. He wasn't missing the possibility of Stephen waking up.

10/31/21

I've still been going to school. Because my parents want me to. But I'm not doing well. My grades are beginning to sink from it, and the teachers don't care. I can't focus in class, I'm just thinking about if Stephen's going to wake up or not. What if he's waking up alone while I'm in Calculus? What if he flatlines when I'm in history? There's just too many probabilities. I don't give a shit about my grades, I just want Stephen back. I know that's such a stupid little kid thing to say since we are high schoolers, but it's been two years! And he's shown me so much love and care in that time that I don't know what I'd do without him. Not that anyone else seems to care. This is why I want Stephen back, he's the only friend I have left. In real life friend I mean. And I don't say that like I'm attached to his hip all the time, we have our own private time that I respect, but they all moved away. Why am I defending myself to a notebook? God this hospital is making me crazy. Stephen looks better, which I'm really glad about. Dr. Palmer tells me I've helped a lot by staying and talking to him, he should most likely wake up soon, but she did tell me that I can go home soon instead of only leaving for school and for showering. But I'm not doing that. At least not until he wakes up. If- WHEN he wakes up, I bet I'll get a lecture for not taking care of myself well enough just for him, so I'll probably be forced to go home more. God, I want him to lecture me. Just to hear his voice again. It's been over three weeks. I don't think I've worn anything besides underwear that isn't his. Jeans, sweatpants, shirts, hoodies, everything. It's the least I can do to replace the feeling of him being with me. At this time, I can't help but think of our Halloween's together. The first one we weren't even a month into dating, so we just bought a bunch of candy and ate candy at home while watching horror movies. But the next year, after a full 12 months of being in love, we dressed up as Gomez and Morticia Addams. Stephen looked unfairly hot in that striped suit with his hair slicked back and a teasing smile on his face. That was some good sex we had later on. Stephen said he had a thing for the dress I had on, as well as the red lipstick, which I believe since his hands barely left my hips the entire time I had it on. He also grinned from ear to ear when he saw the lipstick kiss marks I put on his collar. I love him. God I do. Please... I need him back.

Loki closed the notebook after his last few words of desperation and slipped his pencil behind his ear, raising his head up to look at Stephen with glassy eyes. He looked peaceful. By then all his scrapes and cuts were mostly healed, which made him look way better, but his hands were still pinned up in suspended holds with ragged scars lining his rough skin. More surgeries had been done on them, and Dr. Palmer once again said that he would be permanently disabled when he woke. Once again it hurt Loki's heart to think about how much pain that he must be in. The swollen scars didn't look like they felt nice. "I'm so sorry," Loki whispered as he reached up to his face and gently brushed his overgrown hair out of his face, still feeling guilty about the incident. "If I just made you stay you would still be here with me." Moving around the bed's guard rail, Loki sat on the edge of the mattress and sunk his fingers into his thick hair once more, gently toying with it as he began to talk again. "Remember junior prom? It was on February 26th; on the same night as the public prom that the school had put together. (We wanted to be alone.) You put on this navy blue suit of yours that perfectly brings out your eyes, and I bought this short green dress that made you grab my ass as soon as I came out of the house. You gave me an Agapanthus corsage that you had made yourself. And then, you kissed me, and told me that the flower meant 'never-fading love'. Like ours." A tear fell down Loki's cheek and plopped down onto Stephen's bare bicep. "I don't exactly know where me telling this story was going, my mind is a bit fuzzy and has been for weeks, hospitals being bad places to sleep plus depression isn't really an equation for good sleep, so I'll just say this. I'm not going anywhere until you return. And when you do, I'm not leaving either. Your recovery, physical therapy, going back to school, I'm going to be by your side. Okay?" Loki gently kissed Stephen's forehead and continued to stroke his hair, his other hand resting on the crook of his elbow and gently stroking his skin as if he was soothing him. "So please wake up."

With one last small peck Loki reluctantly slipped off the bed to enter the hospital bathroom, quickly using the bathroom before rubbing the sink water on his face as if that would wake him up from the haze that he had been living in, just moving from the hospital to school to the hospital to school and so on so forth. It was just a cycle of being depressed and near and being depressed and far. Fun.

Just deciding to repress his emotions for the billionth time that month, Loki shoves it down and goes back out into the main room, taking a book of Hamlet out of his bag to pass the time before he uncomfortably fell asleep in the chair. Most likely in just an hour or two since it was almost midnight. Every time he knocked unconscious in the overly small hospital chair with no support whatsoever, in front of the bed that Stephen laid in, Loki missed their cuddling more and more. Stephen's arms around him and his nose buried in the back of his neck was always the highlight of Loki's day/night. And it had been weeks since he was actually held. And by god did he need it.

But these thoughts quickly made him feel selfish. The thought that he was whining about not being held or not having his boyfriend confirmed as okay while Stephen had been struck disabled and in a coma sickened him to his core. More and more guilt stacked on top of his chest until he felt like he couldn't breathe, forced to snap his book shut and slam it on the floor. Why did everything have to hurt so much even though he didn't have a scar on him to show as evidence of his pain? It just made him feel so fake.

Loki sunk down into his seat and covered his once again teary eyes with his palms, bouncing his leg against the floor and digging his nails into his bare forehead, letting everything crash over him like a third wave tsunami. Not as extreme as the first, but it just made the present damage worse. Stop it. Stop it. STOP it. STOP IT. Loki was three seconds away from screaming out all the pain in his heart. But then he heard a groan that didn't belong to him echo in the otherwise empty room.

His palms flew to his thighs and he looked up at Stephen.

And his eyes were open!

With a gasp Loki jumped up from his chair and cupped his boyfriend's face, trying not to get too close to shock him, but just needing to hold him and let him see him. "Stephen, you're up!"

"Dewdrop... what happened?"

The student wanted to cry. He could speak. His voice was a bit strained, clearly tired and weary from lack of use, but it was there and that was all that counted. But besides that, the question couldn't be ignored. "You were in a crash baby, right after you left my house. Someone tail-boned you and you skidded off a cliff. Darling... it's Halloween."

"What?!"

Maybe he could have put it better. But Loki didn't really know how to explain it in any other way. "It's okay, darling, it's okay. Please, just focus on me for a second. Could you do that? Not the pain, not the fact that it's three and a half weeks later than you can remember, please look at my eyes and focus on me," he instructed as best he could, gently stroking his cheekbones with his thumbs and praying that he didn't glance down at his hands that he most likely could barely feel. He wanted to break that to him gently.

"I can do that."

"Alright, good. So yes, you were in a car crash and have been in a coma for about 25 days. Most of your scrapes, cuts, and bruises, have thankfully been healed. But your hands... they were crushed on impact.

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Chapter 12: The Mind Flayer

Pairing: none for the moment (currently Jonathan Byers x Platonic!Henderson!reader)

Prompt:  You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: Returning to the lab proved more difficult than you had thought, and it wasn’t just because of the demogorgon-like creatures that littered the town. But when everyone was finally out, a savior finally showed up on the Byers’ porch.

Warnings: LOTS OF ANGST, maybe a tiny bit of fluff, language, lots of conflict, descriptions of violence and gore, AND JONATHAN IS BACK BABEY

Word Count: 3082

A/N: Finally some drama! I’m really excited to hear what you guys think of this chapter, and I’m especially excited to release next week’s chapter because it literally made me cry when I was writing it. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! As always, the taglist is open! Let me know what you guys think!

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You hadn’t realized just how long you had been standing that day until your feet ached with every step you took.

“You’re positive that was Dart?” Lucas asked as you all walked along the train tracks, making the trek home.

“Yes, he had the same yellow pattern on his butt,” Dustin responded shortly.

“Wait, hold on,” you spoke up. “You named that thing?”

“Obviously, keep up Y/N.” He huffed.

“He was tiny just two days ago,” Lucas brought up.

“Well he’s molted three times already.”

“Malted?” Steve questioned confusedly.

“Molted. Shed his skin to make room for growth. Like hornworms,” Dustin explained.

“When’s he gonna molt again?” Max asked.

“It’s gotta be soon. When he does, he’ll be fully grown. Or close to it. And so will his friends.”

“Yeah, and he’s gonna eat more than just cats,” Steve deadpanned.

“Wait, a cat?” Lucas cut in, stepping in front of Dustin to stop him. “Dart ate a cat?” 

“No, what? No,” Dustin scoffed.

"What are you talking about? He ate Mews,” Steve responded, even more confused than he was earlier.

“Mews? Who’s Mews?” Max asked, seeming almost as lost as Steve.

“My cat,” you huffed.

“Y/N! Steve!” Dustin whined.

“I knew it! You kept him!” Lucas accused, shoving Dustin slightly.

“No!”

“No?”

“No, I... He missed me. He wanted to come home.”

“Bullshit.”

“I didn’t know he was a demogorgon, okay?”

“Oh, so now you admit it?”

“Guys, who cares? We have to go,” Max interrupted, growing impatient.

“I care! You put the party in jeopardy! You broke the rule of law!” Lucas continued, ignoring Max.

“So did you!” Dustin countered.

“What?”

“You told a stranger the truth!”

Dustin shone his light in Max’s face, and Max looked away in annoyance and disbelief. “A stranger?” she spat.

You and Steve shared a look as they continued to fight, both of you silently arguing on who needed to butt into the conversation and stop it before it went too far. That silent argument quickly ended, however, when you both heard a loud screeching in the distance. Steve shone his light in that direction, and you walked slowly beside him towards the source of the sound.

“Guys?” Steve voiced.

The kids ignored him, continuing to bicker.

“Guys!” you shouted, startling them all and making them look at you, panic rising in your throat. The screeching continued, and the two of you jogged forward.

“No, no, no. Hey guys? Why are you running towards the sound?” Max asked as Dustin and Lucas began following behind you and Steve. “Hello? Hello?” She let out a huff before hurrying to catch up with you all.

The screeching continued in the distance as you all stood at the edge of the cliff that overlooked the Hawkins Forest.

“I don’t see him,” Dustin sighed.

Lucas raised his binoculars to his eyes as he surveyed the forest, pulling them away a moment later with a look of worry on his face. “It’s the lab. They’re going back home.”

***

You were silent on the rushed trek down to the lab, unable to even imagine speaking without bursting into tears. You felt like it was your fault. Like a butterfly effect. If you had stayed at the lab for Will, none of this would’ve happened. These strange creatures wouldn’t exist, and no one’s life would be at stake.

Bile had been lingering in the back of your throat since you had seen all the lights in the lab shut off, and at this point, you thought you were about to pass out from panic and guilt.

Luckily, you all had made it to the fenced area around the lab in record time, and you were now making your way around the fenced area to get to the automated gate.

“Hello? Who’s there?” a voice shouted just past the clearing of trees, and it made you jump. You immediately gripped onto Steve’s wrist, shaking like a leaf as you all made your way through the clearing, Steve’s flashlight shining through the dark night.

As soon as two figures came into view, their voices echoed in unison. “Steve? Y/N?”

“Nancy?” Steve spoke, shocked.

“Jonathan?” you whispered out, mirroring his shock.

“What are you guys doing here?” Nancy asked, all of you rushing forward to gather together.

“What are you guys doing here?” Steve echoed.

“We’re looking for Mike and Will.”

“They’re not in there, are they?” Dustin asked, and your stomach churned.

“We’re not sure.”

“They are,” you choked out, staring up at the looming building. “I-I was supposed to come back for them. I just went home to grab this stupid thing-” you waved your machete in your hand- “and now they’re stuck in there a-and...” You trailed off, tears welling in your eyes.

An ear-splitting screech broke through the air, and you let out a silent sob. The tears began to flow freely as you rushed over to the gate, wedging the tip of the blade between the two bars that held the gate closed. You tried with all your might to wedge them open, but to no avail. “No, no, no,” you cried out, hooking your fingers into the chain link and jangling it. “Fuck!”

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you immediately flinched away from it, turning around to see Jonathan standing there. “Y/N,” he whispered, trying to calm you down. “The power is back on.”

You nodded, fervently scrubbing the tears away from your cheeks before stepping away from him. The creaking of the gate motor sounded, and you watched as it slowly inched open. 

“Come on, Y/N, we’ve gotta go!” Jonathan shouted at you as he hopped in the driver’s seat of his car. 

You shook your head. “I-I need to stay here. I need to make sure they all get out. I can’t,” you explained, your voice cracking with every word.

You knew Jonathan didn’t have the time to argue, and you stepped aside to let them drive in and pick them up. He sped past you, leaving you and Steve and the kids at the gate.

“You okay?” Steve asked, stepping over to you.

“No, I don’t think so,” you whispered, sniffling.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He patted your shoulder.

You nodded, standing there for a moment. “You’re right, Steve.”

“About what?”

“I only like the people who don’t care about me.”

He examined your face, trying to find the right words to say. 

“Guys!” Max shouted, and you looked up to see Jonathan’s car, followed by Hopper’s car. You all immediately cleared the way to let them drive through, and Hopper pulled up next to you all.

“Let’s go,” he urged, and you all clambered into the car before speeding off.

***

You silently sat in the dark dining room, your knees tucked up under your chin as you stared blankly into the living room at Will’s sleeping figure, Jonathan sat next to him. You could hear Hopper yelling demands into the phone just feet from you, but it felt like it could’ve been 100 yards away. It was like your head was underwater, everything sounding warbled and muted. You knew that feeling all too well, that sensation. You were dissociating, completely checked out as your brain replayed every horrible thought on a loop until you felt as if you were going insane.

“Hey Y/N, you there?” 

You felt a tap against your shoulder and you jumped to your feet, grabbing onto whatever touched you and holding it tightly in your fist.

“Y/N, Y/N! It’s me! It’s Jonathan!”

Your vision cleared and you saw Jonathan’s wrist clasped tightly between your fingers. You immediately loosened your grip and shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Sorry,” you voiced flatly.

He rubbed his wrist, his eyes flickering over your form. “Are you okay?” he whispered.

“I’m fine.” You squeezed past him, out of the dining room and into the kitchen.

A moment later, the kids and Steve hurried into the kitchen, gathering around the kitchen table. Hopper, Nancy, and Jonathan all entered after them, everyone bunching up around the table as Dustin laid down a book.

“The mind flayer,” Dustin announced, referring to the creature printed on the page the book was opened to.

“What the hell is that?” Hopper voiced from behind the group, disdain in his voice.

“It’s a monster from an unknown dimension. It’s so ancient, it doesn’t even know its true home.” Dustin glanced around the table, noticing the disinterest and confusion on everyone’s faces. “Okay, it enslaves other dimensions by taking over their brains using its highly developed psionic powers.”

“Oh my god. None of this is real. It’s a kid’s game,” Hopper interrupted, already growing frustrated.

“It’s a manual. And it’s not for kids. And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor-”

“Analogy,” Lucas corrected.

“Analogy. That’s what you’re worried about? Fine, an analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is,” Dustin huffed.

“Okay, so this mind flamer thing-” Nancy began.

“Flayer. Mind flayer,” Dustin corrected.

Nancy let out a sigh. “What does it want?”

“To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.”

“Like the Germans,” Steve generalized.

“Nazis, Steve,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes.

“Yeah, the Nazis.”

“Uh, if the Nazis were from another dimension, totally,” Dustin agreed. “It views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

“It wants to spread, take over other dimensions,” Mike added.

“We’re talking about the destruction of our world as we know it,” Lucas continued.

“That’s great. That’s great. That’s really great. Jesus!” Steve rambled, turning away and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, so if thing is like a brain that’s controlling everything, then if we kill it,” Nancy voiced, picking up the book.

“We kill everything it controls,” Mike completed her thought.

“We win,” Dustin concluded.

“Theoretically,” Lucas corrected.

Hopper took the book from Nancy’s hands, examining the page. “Great. So how do you kill this thing? Shoot it with fireballs or something?” he grumbled.

“No. No, no fireballs,” Dustin chuckled. “Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because...” He began to stutter, remembering who he was talking to. “Because zombies, you know, don’t have brains. And the mind flayer, it... It likes brains.It’s just a game. It’s a game.”

“What the hell are we doing here,” Hopper huffed, closing the book and tossing it onto the table.

You let out a sigh, stepping away from the table and hopping up onto the kitchen counter, sitting there silently as everyone began to bicker.

“If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, It’s Will. And maybe Y/N,” Mike spoke, pulling you from your trance. “He’s connected to it. He’ll know its weakness.” Mike turned to you. “And you were in the upsidedown with him. You’ve been with him through this. And you knew something was wrong with him, that day at the school.”

You shrugged. “It was just a feeling. And I haven’t experienced anything Will is going through. I don’t know how much help I’ll be.”

“But wait,” Max interrupted. “I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore. That he’s a spy for the mind flayer now.”

“Yeah, but he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is,” Mike countered.

***

You were sifting through one of the few closets full of stuff in the Byers’ house when someone cleared their throat behind you.

“Hey Y/N, can we talk?” Jonathan asked from behind you before moving to sit next to you on the floor. You nodded silently in response, prompting him to continue talking. “I... I really appreciate you helping Will and Mom. It really means a lot.”

Again, you just nodded. 

“Are... Are you and Steve dating?”

“What?” you voiced, finally taking your gaze away from the pile of fabric to look at Jonathan. “No, God no.” You scoffed before turning back to the pile, pulling out an old comforter. “Are you and Nancy dating?”

“I... I don’t know. I think so.”

You hummed, picking up the pile of sheets you had found that would work as decent coverings for the shed.

“I-I just asked because you and Steve were together with the kids.”

“Yeah, well he’s been one of the only people who has given a shit about me these past few days, so maybe that’s why.” You pushed yourself to your feet and turned to walk away, only for Jonathan to step in front of you.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He reached out and rested his hand on your shoulder. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I don’t really think I can anymore. I mean, I was gonna the day after Halloween. You know, the night you left me at that party so you could take Nancy home? But then you disappeared with Nancy, so maybe I just shouldn’t waste my fucking time trying to talk to you.”

“Y/N-”

“We’ll talk about this when Will is better. Or will you even be around?” You shoved past him and stormed out of the house, over to the shed.

“Let’s get this shit done with,” you told Steve, tossing the sheets to the ground by his feet. Both Steve and Nancy gave you a confused look before exchanging a look between themselves. “What?”

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked, reaching out towards you.

You turned away from her, grabbing a sheet off the floor. “I’m just fine.”

***

You were almost fast asleep with your head laying against the kitchen table when Hopper, Joyce, Mike, and Jonathan all stormed in. Bob grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and everyone gathered around him as he began to write down a series of dots and dashes.

“What happened?” Dustin questioned as everyone watched over Hopper’s shoulder.

“I think he’s talking, but not with words,” Hopper sighed.

“What is that?” Steve asked, his brows furrowed.

“Morse code,” Lucas and Dustin and Mike replied in unison.

“H-E-R-E,” Hopper spelled out.

“Here,” Max cut in.

“Will’s still in there. He’s talking to us.”

“So we need to keep him aware, keep reminding him of where he is,” you stammered out. “Maybe he can tell us how to help him.”

Jonathan immediately rushed out of the room, and a small glimmer of hope began to reside in your chest, making your heart race. 

“Maybe you can talk to him,” Mike spoke, and you nodded slowly.

“I mean, I can try.” 

Jonathan rushed back in with his radio in his hand, and Hopper and Joyce followed behind him into the backyard and to the shed.

Hopper stopped in the doorway, grabbing Will’s radio off of the kitchen counter. “I’m gonna send you what he says. Write it down,” Hopper instructed before leaving.

***

The letters “C-L-O-S-E-G” were written out on a piece of cardboard when Hopper entered the room.

“Y/N?” he voiced, and you rose to your feet. “It’s your turn.”

You nodded, following Hopper out into the shed. You closed the door behind you before you slowly moved over to the empty seat positioned in front of Will. 

“Hey bud,” you whispered, sitting down. “It’s me, Y/N. Do you remember me?” You searched his fearful eyes as he shook his head. “We... We were stuck in the Upside Down together. I had found you there, in Castle Byers.”

Tears were already welling in your eyes. “I protected you while we were there,” you continued, your voice cracking. “You were so tired, so cold. One night, a day or two before we got out, you... You weren’t doing so well. But you didn’t want to fall asleep, you were scared. So I told you stories that my mom would tell me to get me to go to sleep. And I sang you Joy Division.” You wiped away a few of the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. “That was the only time I saw you smile when we were there, and it... It gave me hope. It helped me believe that we would get out of there. And we did. And I know that you feel like you’re still stuck in there, I know that you’re scared. But I’m here with you. We’re all here with you. And it’s gonna be okay.”

A small sob began to bubble in your chest when he stayed silent, but it quickly turned into a gasp of horror as you heard the ringing of the telephone sound from inside the house. Will’s head immediately snapped in that direction before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and a strange sound echoed in his chest.

You stumbled out of the and backed away as Hopper and Joyce rushed forward. “It knows. It knows where we are,” Hopper voiced gravely.

Joyce immediately ran over and grabbed the syringe filled with a tranquilizer and injected it into Will’s arm, effectively knocking him out. A moment later, a familiar screeching filled the air.

You all worked to free Will from his binds before you all ran back inside, slamming the door shut behind you. Steve handed you your machete as soon as he saw you, and you gripped the handle tight.

Nancy took a shotgun from Hopper, and you, Nancy, Steve, and Hopper all stood in front of everyone else, wielding your weapons. A loud thud echoed from the side of the house, and you all shifted to face that way.

“What are they doing?” Nancy voiced.

Snarling sounded to your right, and you all shifted again. Its screeches grew louder and louder, and your heart began to thud in your ears.

And then, silence.

A moment later, glass flew all around the room as the body of one of the creatures flew through the front window, rolling limply onto the floor. You all inched closer towards it, ready for it to lunge.

“Holy shit,” Dustin exclaimed.

“Is it dead?” Max asked, hesitant. 

Hopper pushed its head with his foot, watching as it lolled around.

You opened your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by the creaking of the front door. Startled, all of you turned in that direction. The lock on the door slid out of place, and the other lock on the doorknob turned before the door inched open.

In the doorway stood a girl, one that you recognized immediately.

You all lowered your weapons as Eleven stepped through the door, blood dripping from her nose.

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[brooklyn-times]

Rising Sun

BUCKY X READER

Summary: An early morning rendezvous.

Warnings: fluff.

A/N:  It has all my favorite things and I just can’t help it. also, buck’s birthday. happy reading!

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Consistent banging on the door wakes Bucky up at an ungodly hour.

And he is 99.768% sure he knows who it is.

The alarm clock next to him reads 4:23 and he is nothing short of horrified. And the fact that he knows you hate waking up in the morning anytime before nine leaves him alert.

Was something wrong with you?

Did you have one more of your nightmare?

Were you under att-

"Open the fucking door, Bucko," a voice shouts from the other side. "My arms are hurting."

In record time, he is off the bed and opens the door, frantically looking at you, searching for wounds or anything which would cause you pain.

He freezes when he looks at four large pizza boxes, two balanced on each hand.

"What?" He asks, stupified. He is stuck somewhere between shock, horror, and surprise.

"Come on, hurry up. Or we'll miss the sunrise," you say, pushing past him into his room. Uninvited.

You know you don't need an invite.

"Sunrise?" Bucky feels stupid, repeating what you say, but he is still suffering from the repercussions of the false alarm.

"Uh-huh," you nod and sit on his bed cross-legged, pizza on either side. "There is this cliff in the countryside. They say it's got one of the best sunrises view near New York."

"Didn't think I deserved a warning before dropping by, huh?" Bucky asks, glaring at you.

"I found out yesterday night at one. Couldn’t really warn ya." You are fidgeting, legs shaking and looking around his room like you haven't spent three-fourth of your nights here.

"Why were you awake at one? And how did you wake up so soon again?" Bucky asks, incredulous. He thinks his mind is going haywire.

"Buckyyy. Stop with the questions. Get ready. The sunrise is at 5:45. Its a forty minutes drive from here and it's already 4:28!"

"Calm the hell down," Bucky rolls his eyes and sighs. "Gimme five minutes."

"I'm counting!" You warn as Bucky rushed to the washroom.

Excretory jobs, a brush of teeth and a face wash later, Bucky and you head out the room, both of you with two pizza boxes each. You both creep down the hallways quietly, not wanting others to wake up.

You both reach the garage when Bucky stops you. "Wait. We both don't have a car. How are we even getting there?"

The wicked smile you give him sends a shiver down his spine. You turn around and point at your pant pockets with your head.

"Take the keys out."

Bucky balances the pizza boxes and grabs the key from your pocket.

When his fingers brush against the exposed skin between your shirt and pant, he thinks he might have as well died.

He gulps.

"Whoa, Tony's range rover? Are you sure we are even allowed to use it?" He knows for a fact that Tony is very possessive about his cars. He had once sent half the iron legion behind Sam for driving his Audi. 

"The last him I asked somebody for permission for anything was when I was eleven. And anyway, my pout and puppy eyes is something Tony cannot absolutely resist. No matter how angry he is."

Nobody can resist it, Bucky thinks. Of all people, I sure as hell know what it’s like to be on the receiving side. It’s sorcery.  

Praying that he receives protection by company, Bucky gets into the driver’s seat, waiting for you to strap in the seat belt. 

He starts the engine.

With the pizza in the backseat and empty streets to navigate through in the New York City, Bucky feels the serenity he only usually feels with you. The wind blows through your hair from the open window and you huff in annoyance, trying to get them out of your eyes and mouth.

You never fail to look adorable.

Both of you enjoy the silence, happy enough to simply remain in the presence of each other without the need for useless words to fill the air. That is one of the best things Bucky likes about you. Although you talk more than an average human, you also remain quiet when necessary.

You both reach the cliffside in thirty-five minutes.

“I knew it! There are still thirty-five minutes left!” Bucky groans, leaning back into his seat. What he won't admit is that he'd rather spend those thirty-five minutes with you than sleep.

“Shut up, old man,” you grit out. “It's at least better than being thirty-five minutes late.

Bucky hums. “Admit the fact that I'm right.”

“Over my goddamn dead body.”

Bucky grins and shoves your legs off his lap and gets out of the car. 

Still considerably dark, he sits on the car hood, not feeling too good about sitting on the ground with insects as the company. He knew for a fact that the only thing you have packed is food and there is no mat or blanket. You thought only about food about 75% of the time and the remaining time you just preferred to live a chaotic life.

Seconds later, you join him on the car hood. Lying back, you stare at the barely visible stars. It was at least must better a view compared to the city.

“You can sleep if you want, I’ll wake you up in time for the sunrise,” you offer, trying to be helpful.

Bucky snorts. “You and I both know that you'll end up sleeping.”

You kick him but don’t argue.

Bucky lies down next to you, his too-long legs almost reaching the ground. The sounds of owls hooting and birds chirping is everywhere and yet, none of them are seen. The cliff overlooks almost the entire city, few towers dwarfing the others. For some reason, the entire view makes you feel very poetic. 

“I wanted to be a writer,” you say all of a sudden.

Bucky turns to look at you with his eyebrows so high up that you are almost offended.

“Hmm. I was around eleven when I was taken? By then I had written two power rangers stories, around ten thousand words each, in which there are only girl rangers. And one pet droid. My English teacher had loved it,” you laugh, your eyes brighter than the sun, remembering the times you always refer to as before. And the tiny bit of longing lacing the laugh breaks Bucky’s heart.

“Now? What do you want now?”

I’ll make sure you’ll get anything you want, he promises to himself and you. Anything.

“Live to be at least forty,” you grin and close your eyes when a heavy wind blows right into your face.

For a second Bucky feels terrified at the thought of you dying. Fists clench and he breathes heavily, trying to get rid of that thought and image that his nightmares are made of.

You were there, right next to him. Perfectly safe and happy.

“You'll live. At least for another sixty years. Promise.”

When you don’t reply, he turns and smiles to himself, realizing that you were already asleep.

What an idiot.

Twenty minutes later, you wake up to somebody shaking you.

You groan and turn away, only to have an unplanned trip down to the ground, courtesy gravity.

You hear Bucky laugh from behind and you roll over to your back.

And hold back a gasp.

The sky has a pinkish tinge now as opposed to the dark blue when you had fallen asleep, and miles away, the pink has faded into shades of red and orange. 

And Bucky, Bucky looks like something out of paradise.

Orange rays fall directly on his face and his baby blue eyes seem to sparkle as he laughs, silky chocolate brown strands escaping from behind his ears with no hair tie to keep them together in place.

You can stare at him for eons.

“What ya staring at?”

When you try to reply, there is a knot stuck in your throat and coherent sentences refuse to come to your mind.

“Umm.”

“You didn’t hit your head too hard did you?” His expression turns into that of worry and he immediately rushes to your side.

This man probably has the most expressive eyes.

‘Yeah no, I'm fine. Sleep daze and headbang is not a good combination,” you manage to say, blinking quickly.

He still pulls you up and checks the back of your head for knots just in case.

Be still, beating heart.

“Five more minutes,” Bucky says, finally satisfied that you aren’t dying, as he runs his hand through your hair, removing the dry grass and twigs stuck to it.

“Tet's get the pizza out then.” You stretch your sleeping muscles, feeling the slight ache in your neck. 

Note to self: Do not fall asleep on car hoods. They are a hazard.

Together, you and Bucky climb up to the roof of the car- you refused to sit on that hood again-  with pizzas and make yourselves comfortable. 

You snap at Bucky every time his hands shift towards the pizza, wanting to start eating already. He whines each time and you refuse to listen to him, trying to ignore the feeling of kicking a hungry puppy every time he whines.

He is such a goddamn baby.

Suddenly you gasp and interrupt his whining by pointing at the sky. “Bucky look!”

Bucky turns and the prettiest smile takes over his entire face.

From between the high rise buildings of New York, the Sun peeks out and orange light escapes, coloring the entire city and the sky in orange. The buildings which usually look so tall and magnificent merely appeared like lego toys splayed across the surface of the earth. As the seconds pass, the Sun further comes into view, until a minute or two later, you have the complete, uninterrupted view.

It is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. 

You sigh softly, trying not the make any noise which would disturb the moment. You look at Bucky and are overjoyed when he appears to be as pleased and awestruck as you.

Finally, you open the pizza box quietly while Bucky’s attention is captured by the sunrise. You place the candles which were hidden away at the corner on top of the pizza and light it.

“Bucky?”

He turns and you nod your head towards the pizza with candles alight on top of it.

Grinning, you take in the startled expression.

Guess it is a day of surprises for James Buchanan Barnes.

Leaning forward over the pizza, you smile as his eyes widen. Your lips brush against his stubble covered cheeks and a wave of shock alights every single nerve in your body and you close your eyes in happiness and wonder, and you whisper,

“Happy Birthday Bucky.”

tags: @all1e23​

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[palettes-and-prompts]

June Bingo Card!

1) Every time something mildly inconvenient happens to A they play Fix You by Coldplay and lay in the floor in a ball and B's tired of it. 2) A finds out B and C watched too many romance movies because they're watching them standing outside in the summer rain reenacting the rain scene from the Notebook. (Bonus if A films it and puts it up on YouTube and that's how they get end up getting famous.) 3) A and B hate each other but when their friends play a terrible prank on them and hire an actor to scare them with a fake gun B jumps in front of A without hesitation, shielding them with their entire body. When it's revealed it's only a squirt gun and that none of it's real A asks why B jumped in front of them and B's struggling to come up with an answer. 4) A drives an ice cream truck, and B's the idiot on their bike following them who heard there was only one Sponge bob ice cream left. A doesn't see them but when B is screaming at the top of their lungs that they'll follow them to the end of the earth for the last ice cream they finally stop. A tells them they're an idiot but appreciates that they go after what they want. B proceeds to tell them that they didn't really follow them for the ice cream and tells them they actually just really like the person selling them. 5) "Look at them, just fucking going at that watermelon, I want someone to eat me like that." "For fuck's sake, we are at a Christian barbecue. We already have two strikes because of you. This is the one day a year I get Linda's pie. If you ruin this for me I will obliterate you." 6) A and B crash a funeral for the free food but it turns out they know the person who died and know they'd never die the way they did. They team up and end up doing some detective work to try and solve their murder. 7) A tells everyone they're a shark and they immediately think of Shark Tank, but they're actually just a shark. Just a fuckin, full on fish. And no one believes them until they get in the water and people start screaming. (Bonus if they get very offended when people go "Ahhh! Shark!") 8) A followed a different workout routine and ends up with a bigger butt than they intended and B can't stop staring at it. 9) A and B are friends but don't look to much into each other's love life, but when A starts hanging around someone twice their age, Person C, they get incredibly interested in their relationship and find themselves asking question to others about it. When no one has answers they confront A about it who dodges the question and tells them it's none of their business, which only makes them more curious to the point where they just confront C who's very embarrassed by the question but just stutters an excuse to leave. B starts to get jealous of how much time A spends with C and eventually confronts the two about what their relationship is. (Bonus if they're just working together for a surprise for B) 10) A is invited to a fancy ball. They show up alone and end up seeing that their sworn enemy, Person B, got an invite too. They're pissed but they decide to avoid them and have a good time. But they soon find out B doesn't wanna leave A alone and is constantly by their side, ruining their entire night and asking them to dance. They tell B they'll give them one dance if they leave them alone for the rest of the night. They agree and Person B is a really good dancer, so good in fact that people stop to watch them dance and Person A ends up chatting more with them, figuring out they've got more in common than they thought. 11) "I love boats, I hope I die on a boat." "Keep talking and you might get your wish." 12) A and B are chillin in a field just enjoying the warm air and blue skies until a giant bird lands beside them and request their assistance in the other realm. They both get on and soon find out they've been tasked with saving the world from an evil wizard. They don't think there's anything they can do but when they're in the realm they discover they have magic and abilities they didn't know they had. 13) Reverse a song. If it's a happy summer song make it sad and if it's a sad summer song make it happy. 14) A and B get drunk for the first time and play dance dance revolution and eat plenty of food before ending up in C's bed napping. 15) "Jesus, be careful! I thought you died when you fell off that cliff and hit your head." "I knew I'd be fine. I heard your voice the whole time. I thought, either I'm alive or this is definitely hell." 16) A and B accidentally do a murder and are now on the run. While on the run they break down and admit to each other that they liked killing people and they decide to do it again. They live for the feeling but decide to make some rules so they're not caught. Things get complicated when they end up killing a cop. 17) A robs a jewelry store and can't bring themselves to kill B behind the counter so they take them with them and tie them up. B tells A they'll be caught but A doesn't listen. They two end up on a long road trip and learn a lot about each other, including the reason why A needed to rob the store in the first place. B feels bad and wants to help them, no lying, no running, just helping. A unties them and leaves them alone to run, but when B doesn't run they ask why they stayed and B tells them they don't have anything to go back to. The two slowly become each other's person and grow even closer, but A refuses to do anything with them claiming it's just Stockholm syndrome and that they don't actually want them. They tell B to leave, but B ends up robbing a store without them and comes back with more diamonds and jewels to help. A calls them crazy but thanks them and B tells them they want to go with them. A allows it and they soon become top diamond thieves. 18) After spending the whole summer being together A and B have to part ways. When A turns out to be B's college professor things get awkward. 19) "How could you possibly get your head stuck in that?" "Very carefully." 20) "Yeah, mom, A and I are having some fun. Nothing like some sun, sand, and-" "Person B! I think a fish just swam up my butthole." "...I'm gonna have to call you back." 21) "Let's go camping!" "You're fucking high if you think I'm going to sleep on the fucking ground next to you while you snore all night and I panic at every sound." "What if we camp in the back yard?" "What if we sleep in our own warm beds?" 22)A and B do it in a car near the river when they get drunk. When they wake up they both realize they were not having sex with the person they thought they were having sex with. (Bonus if it's the best sex they've ever had so they don't wanna stop doing it again and again.) 23) "I did it! I won, eat shit, loser." "For the last time, just because you can shit fifty four pennies, doesn't mean you're a winner. Means you're stupid and you're still missing six more pennies." "Ooh, not for long, I can feel it coming." "You're disgusting." "You still love me!" 24) A is a ballet dancer and B is a boxer. 25) A and B decide to drop everything one day to help return a missing cat. When they catch up to the cat they find a dead body. The police say they're investigating but don't do much so A and B decide to solve the murder by themselves and soon figure out that this person had a lot of enemies who wanted them dead, including most of the police force.

I’ve almost got everything in my inbox completed, hopefully I can post all of it tomorrow. Sorry it’s taking so long!

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Friends Like These - Chapter Twenty-Eight: Crashed

To escape without disaster would be too easy. 

Jerome Valeska x Harleen Quinzel

SERIES MASTERLIST ~ MASTERLIST ~ CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Taglist: @hexqueensupreme​

Chapter Warnings: Violence, injury

“You should probably wait out of sight.”

Jerome and I are standing outside of my parents’ house. The lights are on – I just hope they’re still there. That I’m not too late.

“What? I’m not allowed to meet your parents?” He scoffs, but he does retreat into the shadows of the trees that line the sidewalk. I steady myself and walk up the steps. As my hand wraps around the door handle Jerome calls out –

“You’ll be fine!” I can’t tell if he’s serious or joking. Maybe there isn’t ever actually a line with him. I shake my head, ignore him, and try the handle.

The door’s unlocked. A shiver of fear runs through my body as I open it. Please don’t be too late. Please. Jerome watches from a distance. I don’t need to turn around to know that. A shadow passes the window and I burst in. My mom screams and drops the bag she’s carrying. “It’s me!” As soon as she hears my voice her arms are around me. “Harleen!” I think she might be crying. I pry her away from me and hold her at arms-length. “Thank goodness you’re-” “There’s no time,” I pick up the bag and begin searching for my father. “You need to go, now. We’re already pushing it.” He’s in the living room, checking a hastily made list. “Come on.” “We need to wait for Archie to get here.” “No.” I struggle not to shout but I don’t need to create any more stress right now. “You can drive yourself for once.” “But-” “No buts!” I bite my tongue immediately, but it’s made them pay attention. “Now get in the car.”

I grab another bag on my way out and head to the car parked in front of the house. My parents follow me with their own bags. Luckily I can’t see Jerome. Once the bags are stowed away my father opens the back door and stands, waiting for me to get in.

“I’m not coming with you.” My mother steps out of the car and gapes at me. “What do you mean?” “I need to fix this mess. I can’t let them get away with this.” “I won’t let you stay.” “You can’t stop me.” I slam the door from my father’s hand. “Now go.” “Harleen-” He starts, but I don’t have time for a debate. “Dad, just go!” “I’m proud of you.” The words shock me. In eighteen years I don’t think I’ve ever heard that. I don’t quite know how to respond. “I’ll let you know when it’s all over.” It’s all I can say. But I think he understands. “Goodbye.” He gets into the car, turns the ignition, and they’re driving away from me. Left all alone in Gotham City. My dream come true.

I wait until the lights disappear before I let myself fall. All the tension releases from my shoulders and I practically collapse against the wall. A shaky breath makes its way through me and I need to bite my lip to stop myself from bursting into tears.

This is all too much. This isn’t supposed to be my life. I can’t do this. Why me? It’s not fair. Not fair. Not fai-

“Harls,” Jerome’s voice startles me. I swipe hastily at the pooling tears in the corner of my eyes and turn to him. “We should probably get going.” “Yeah.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. No more crying. “You alright?” He asks incredulously, head tilted. “I’m fine.” “Sure you are.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “You get so sappy over your parents. I really just don’t get it.” He stares off into the distance where the car vanished. “They’re good people.” “And?” “Just shut up.” I shake my head at him. Almost relaxed. I stretch, take a moment to breathe now that the urgency is gone.

Or not.

“We need to go.” Jerome grabs my arm and starts pulling me towards the bike. I hiss at the pain emanating from his grip and try to force him away. “What are you doing?!” He doesn’t answer but just points at the three black cars driving towards us. “Shit.”

We leap onto the bike, Jerome behind me again, not even taking the time to put helmets on before I’m veering away from the sidewalk and away from the house. The cars rev behind us – it’s definitely them. I take a sharp turn, hoping that it will at least be enough to slow them down.

No such luck. They’re closing on us. “Hurry up!” Jerome’s voice is faint, muffled by the engines and the wind. “I’m trying!”

I speed up, the bike roaring beneath me. Suddenly we’re in the city, zipping past bright lights that blur into a neon rainbow. I’m trying to keep on track, to get to Penguin’s, but my priority is getting rid of our trail. We can’t let them follow us.

BANG!

Gunshots shouldn’t sound so familiar. I duck swerve instinctively, despite having no idea what direction they’re firing other than “at us”. I dart between cars, but they somehow manage to keep up. Other drivers are pulling out of the way. I can already hear sirens.

My heart is racing. This is too exciting. It’s terrifying but exhilarating. I’m running on adrenaline and it’s a high unlike anything else. I could do this for the rest of my life.

I catch sight of a narrow alleyway. Dumpsters line it – they won’t be able to follow us. It’s a risky shot. But I can make it.

A hairpin turn. Barrelling through traffic, cars swerving everywhere. It’s getting closer. The wind pulls at us as we barely make it through the gap. There’s the sound of a collision behind us, more gunshots firing, but I keep going. Jerome is trying to say something, but I can’t hear him; I’m laughing in relief, practically whooping at our victory.

Through the alley and out the other side. I turn to head out of the city.

But they’re there. Waiting. I skid to a halt. We seem to stare each other down, me and Jerome versus a fleet of cars, of guns, of death. Waiting to see who will bite first.

Except I’m not waiting.

The wheels skid on the asphalt. We’re heading straight towards them. I grit my teeth. Their weapons are pointed at us. Jerome’s arms around me tighten. A deadly game of chicken.

I go straight through them. They fire, bullets flying, glancing off the metal, one even catching my hair. But for once I’m the lucky one. They’re still chasing us, but the blockade means they have to regroup. Our advantage.

Sooner than I expected we’re out of the city, driving through trees down back roads. I’m starting to think we’ve lost them. Starting to hope that we’ll get there safely.

It was foolish to hope.

More cars. More fucking cars. There’s too many. I’m exhausted, body and mind. Just a bit longer. I can do this. I have to.

But then I glance down.

The tank is close to empty. There’s no way we’ll make it. Not if we have to lose them again. They’re getting closer. I bite my lip. Squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for what I’m about to do.

I’m sorry Jerome.

I snap the handles hard to the right, spinning us hard out of control. Jerome yells in my ear. We knock into trees, bushes, and down a steep slope. We fly off of the bike and away from each other. I hit the ground hard and continue falling, hitting what feels like every rock and branch on the way down. There’s nothing I can do. I feel a sharp pain in my head. Taste blood. See black.

*

“There’s no way they could have survived that.” “We still need to check.” “You want to try and get down there?” “We have to.”

I feel like I’m in a dream. Everything is fuzzy around the edges. But I can see the stars. If they’re the last thing I see, I’ll be happy.

I think I hear cars driving away. I thought they were chasing us? Does that mean I’m dead?

I don’t feel dead. I don’t think I do, at least. But I don’t know what death feels like. The closest to death I’ve felt is leaving Gotham. But I survived that. I don’t think people survive death.

Then again, Jerome did. He died and came back. Quite impressively. Maybe I’ll come back. Maybe I’ll be worse than I was.

“Harleen.” The voice is hushed. Raspy. Familiar. “Jerome?” “I’m here.” I think he’s leaning over me. “Are we dead?” “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Hair is moved from my forehead. There’s something sticky. Smells metally. “Of course not. That was a dumb idea.” I murmur. Talking feels funny. It’s like all the bones and muscles in my head have been shaken out of place. “Come on, we need to keep going.” “Just a little rest.” I try to close my eyes but Jerome makes me sit up. I whine in complaint. “They’re looking for us.” “Oh. They’ll kill us, won’t they?” I hate feeling this stupid, sounding this stupid, but my brain feels fragmented. The thoughts just don’t fit together. “Yup, so we need to get going.” He helps me to my feet but as soon as he lets me go, I stumble and almost crash to the ground. Luckily he catches me and hoists an arm over his shoulder. “How come the guy with the bullet wound in his leg is doing the carrying?” He grumbles. “’Cause you like me.” My mouth speaks without my brain. “I’m liking you a lot less after that stunt throwing us off a cliff.” We begin to shuffle across the damp ground. “Well, you can drive next time.” Being on my feet is starting to clear my head a little, and I pull away to stand on my own. I’m still a little unsteady but we need to move as fast as we can. “You know, I really don’t see how that could have gone worse.” “We could have died.” “Good point.” A moment of silence, but I can’t seem to shut up, “What’s it like?” “What?” “Being dead.” Jerome sighs, glancing around. “It’s not like anything. It’s just… nothing. Empty.” “That sounds awful.” “Well, I’m trying to avoid round two for as long as I can.”

I press my hand against my forehead. It comes away bloody. “I’ll have double face scars now.” “Join the club.” He chuckles. “Nah, I’ll look after mine and they’ll look cool.” He gasps in mock offence. “Are you saying my scars don’t look cool?” “You look like Frankenstein’s monster gone wrong.” “That’s harsh.” “It’s true though.” “You wound me, Harls.” “I think you’ll find you’re usually the one doing the wounding, thank you very much. It’s only fair I get a turn once in a while.” I smirk at him.

The levity disappears quickly when we hear voices calling to each other.

“Here’s the bike!” “They’re not here!”

“Shit.” Jerome hisses. We move as one, hurrying forward as silently as possible. They don’t seem to be too close. Yet. We’re both limping as we make our way through the trees. But the pain now won’t matter if they find us. “Wait.” Jerome’s voice is barely a whisper as he throws an arm in front of me. Ahead of us. A man in leather. Flashlight in one hand, gun in the other. Jerome acts on instinct. Before I can process what’s happening I’m pressed against a tree by his body. He holds a finger to his lips. I nod. Slowly, I raise my arm and pull his hood over the shock of ginger hair.

Our hearts beat as one. Eyes fixed on each other. Breath mingling. My hand hasn’t moved from his hood. My wrist rests on his shoulder.

The moment feels endless.

There’s a sigh from behind the tree. The man is walking away. But Jerome isn’t moving. And neither am I. We’re frozen here, together, separate from the world. For once free from everything else. I’m not scared. Fear doesn’t mean anything anymore. Jerome’s eyes flicker to my lips, and mine imitate him. It seems like the only thing to do.

The sound of cars driving away makes me jump. The spell is broken. Jerome pulls back, leaving the space around me suddenly empty and incomplete. “We should go.” I manage to speak. He nods, and I lead us away from the tree, from that moment suspended in time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

SERIES MASTERLIST

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Let’s Run Until We Find Our Home

Sterek / Running away from a monster / basically a fluff / 1458 words

prompt: “You keep me warm.”

read on Ao3 Stiles doesn’t know how long they have run for, 30 minutes…an hour maybe? Or it may be longer than that. He’s too anxious to stop and think at the moment. He looks up to see where Derek is heading. Every 5 minutes or so the guy will point at tree branches or some stupid bushes to warn Stiles not too accidentally walk into them.

“Stiles, you are too loud.” Derek stops and turns to see Stiles.”

“Oh?” Stiles looks up, panting then adds, “Sorry, big guy. I’ve never prepared to run in the woods for hours.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Derek says, handing Stiles a half-drunk bottle of water. Normally Stiles would say ‘Ew, cooties.’ But of course, this is not what Stiles would call normal. He’s running for his life after all. He chugs water quickly and hands the bottle back to Derek.

“This is the stupidest plan ever,” Stiles complains. Luring a monster to the end of their territory by running away on foot is stupid and wild.

“It’s your plan.” Derek talks back.

“Well, I said that I’m good at coming up with plans. I didn’t say I’m good at coming up with clever plans.” Stiles shrugs.

“It’s the best we can do. There, turn right over there.” Derek points to the tree not far ahead and runs faster.

“Ugh.” Stiles throws his hands up in the air but nevertheless, he follows.

“I didn’t imagine that my winter break would end up like this.” Stiles sighs, dropping on the ground. He feels the dampness of the grass on his back, but Stiles is too exhausted to care.

“And how did you imagine it?” Derek pokes the lit firewood.

“For starters, well-fed, well-rested, no supernatural entities in sight.” Stiles is adding fingers to a list as he speaks.

“Scott is one of the supernatural entities, though.” Derek slowly chews the jerky that he took from his backpack (Dude was packing his bag like he’s on a field trip. They’ve met many supernatural creatures that this is so normal for them). “I am one as well, but I don’t think I’m on the same list as Scott.”

“Dude! Of course, I want to see you during the break! Well, What I meant was ‘no dangerous supernatural entities.’ Alright? You guys are exceptional.” Stiles makes a kissy face and Derek just rolls his eyes.

“According to Deaton, that monster cannot move after the sunset. We can rest until morning, so I think we’re safe to sleep here tonight.”

“Here? Here as in you, me—we are going to sleep on this damp glass and hard rock?”

“Well, you are lying on that damp glass right now, and it’s not like we’ve never done that.”

“Derek, I’m not a teenager anymore. I have a chronic back pain problem!” Stiles’ voice gets higher.

The werewolf rolls his eyes, “You’re 20. You don’t have chronic back pain.”

“I do!” Stiles complains. “And look! I even have scratches and bumps from running earlier. Ouch.”

Derek sighs, “That’s because you’re clumsy and stupid. I already cleared the way for you and you still crashed into trees and nothing. How can a person bump into nothing and still get wounded?” The alpha talks without breathing. Stiles would be mad at him if it’s not for the hand that reaches to touch his arm and takes some of the pain away. Plus, there was no heat in Derek’s voice. Not since that night in the pool a long time ago.

“That was unnecessary,” Stiles says after Derek is done taking the pain away from him. It really was unnecessary. Stiles just whined but it didn’t really hurt that much. 

He acts like it’s all fine but the smile creeping up on his lips kind of betrays him. Stiles grins happily at the scratches on his pale skin.

“You’re welcome.” Derek smirks.

Stiles checks his phone and look at it for a while before going back to just stares at the flame. It’s been a while since he gets to just sit quietly and think of nothing at all. Being in college with a double major while also fighting supernatural creatures part-time has been killing him.

The wind is not friendly when you wander in the woods at night, and no matter how much Stiles has joked that he is an abominable snowman, he isn’t one. He’s cold as fuck.

“Dude, do you get cold? I remember you ran hot.” Stiles speaks to Derek, who turns his back to the fire and has been reading on his kindle (that Stiles gave him as a Christmas gift last year because Derek Hale is a nerd—and who in their right mind would take a kindle with them while running away from a monster? Derek, that’s who).

“I do, sometimes.” Derek answers. He takes off his leather jacket and gives it to Stiles.

Stiles moves closer to the fire and covers his body with Derek’s jacket.

“So what are we going to do tomorrow?”

“Wake up, run, and not get caught?” Derek looks around.

“Great plan. I mean, what are we gonna do after we chase the monster out of the territory.” Stiles yawns. He thinks—no scratch that, he knows that they’ll get out of this safely. It’s what they have done so far. Plus, he trusts Derek (17-year-old Stiles would probably gasp).

“Breakfast?”

“Can we go to that diner?”

“The one with a ‘fantastic milkshake that you would totally trade your soul for’?”

“Yeah, that one.” Stiles sighs happily and goes back to just staring at the flame.

“Do you hate fire?” Stiles asks when he cannot bear the silence anymore. He notices Derek’s face when he looks at the flickering flame. He thinks of the distressed face of the boy in the photo from the Beacon Hills Newspaper years ago. Sometimes Stiles notices Derek’s eyes still look like that boy’s when he stares at the flames or when he smells something that reminds him of the past.

“I wouldn’t say I hate it.” Derek says after a while, tilting his head. “It’s kind of a mixed feeling. Some days I hate it. Some days I’m so scared I can’t even look at it, but some days it’s just fine.”

“And what kind of day is today?”

“An I’m-too-tired-to-be-scared kind of day.” Derek smiles softly. “Come on, let’s catch some sleep.”

Derek, being raised by a wolf (literally), lies on the ground like it is a normal thing to do. He shifts a little and points to the empty space next to him. “It might get colder during the night.”

Stiles doesn’t need to be reminded. He crawls to the tiny space between Derek and some rocks. Of course he won’t throw away a chance to get closer to Derek. The last time he is this close to Derek was during his first year of college when Derek sneaked into his dorm because he needed Stiles’ help, and they just ended up sleeping on a messy bed with piles of books and papers. 

Derek curling up around Stiles’ body and the books was really adorable—vulnerable, but in a good way, the way that doesn’t mean he’s weak or an easy target but because he trusts Stiles. It’s like that feeling when you are short-sighted and you’re in the car but you can take the glasses off because you trust that the driver won’t drive you off the cliff. 

Stiles always thinks of Derek’s sleeping face when he’s lonely in his dorm ever since. 

Stiles throws his arms around Derek and shifts closer to the werewolf. 

“What? It’s cold.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Derek answers nonchalantly.

“Hm.” Stiles closes his eyes, using Derek’s jacket as a blanket.

After a while when everything is so quiet that there are only the sound of them breathing and the sounds of nocturnal creatures walking around, Derek is moving closer to Stiles.

 “When I’m cold and too scared of the heat from the flame, you are the one who keeps me warm.” Derek whispers softly, as if it is an afterthought that is not meant to be heard by anyone but himself.

If anyone asks, Stiles would probably be embarrassed and just say that he is asleep and doesn’t know what he’s doing. But no one’s here and Stiles can do whatever he wants. He subtly fastens his arms around the alpha’s body, recalling the face of the boy in the newspaper. 

He wishes that he could take Derek’s pain away by a mere touch.

Derek knows Stiles is awake, but he pretends not to notice as he sinks closer to his packmate, his friend, his…something, as his nose brushing Stiles’ hair softly.

And maybe, maybe Stiles can really take Derek’s pain away.

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Five Years PT 2

Pairings: Jason Scott x Reader Words: 2k+ Warnings: Language  Description: It’s been Five years since you gave up the Green Ranger coin to the new generation. Now you’re back having to face a new evil

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It had been about a week since Jason had dropped by. A  week since Caleb had come home to see you down in the basement, music blasting while hitting the punching bag. He had kept his mouth shut though, knowing that you would talk to him when you were ready. 

The night started out normally. You both had ordered take out due to getting home late and you were looking forward to just sitting down with a glass of wine in the living room and watching tv. It was like nothing had ever happened and your life was  getting back to normal. 

Almost. 

You still thought about what Jason had said. Billy called more than usual but instead of picking them up you had ignored them knowing what they would be about. Trini and Kim called as well but they also only got your voicemail. 

You were cleaning up from dinner when you realized that the trash needed to be taken out. Putting your phone on the counter, you ventured out into the dark.Throwing the trash in you quickly closed the bin and ran back inside. Grabbing your phone, your hand knocked something to the ground. As you picked it up, your mind processed and recognized the striking green color of the coin in your hand. 

“Shit.” You hissed as your hurried and sat up. Hearing something move in the other part of the house, your head whipped around as your body tensed. 

“Uh..honey. Can you come here for a second?” Caleb said hesitantly. You ran into the living room and stopped short as you noticed your fiance wasn't alone. Two men were standing in the corner wielding swords and machetes. They looked almost human except for where their noses should be there were four slits.Tattoos covered their heads and necks as they stood a good two feet taller than you. 

“Give us the coin Ranger.” One of them spoke. You had managed to grab Caleb and bring him closer to you. 

“Oh you mean this?” You asked holding the coin up as you fiddled with it in your hand. Caleb's eyes went wide as he saw it and you tried to ignore the look. “Nah, I think I want to hang on to this” 

“Then you will die too.” The other man snarled. 

Turning around to Caleb, you took the keys out of your pocket and shoved them into his hands. “Go and grab my go bag in the closet. Get the car and meet me outside.” You saw him shake his head as one of them men came up behind you. Spinning around, you dodged a swing and grabbed his arm throwing him to the ground. “Caleb GO!” You yelled as he finally listened. 

Both men were now standing again and all three of you were breathing hard. “Give it up girl. You’re at a disadvantage.” The taller man growled at you. Shaking your head you chuckled pulling the coin out. 

“See that’s where you’re wrong. This nifty coin means that I AM the Green Ranger again, meaning I have this.” You said smirking. As you spoke the armor started coming over your body. The familiar suit formed to you like it had never left. As soon as your helmet formed over your eyes, the men snapped out of their shock. 

It was like you had never left this world as you lunged forward. The moves coming back to you like they were muscle memory. Your body took over as you dodge punches and hits with their swords. Knocking one out of the man’s hands, you grabbed it and quickly shoved it into his chest, using him as leverage to knock the other man down. Getting down and going over him, you pressed the tip of the sword into his throat. “I’m leaving you alive to send a message. We WILL get whoever you work for. Make no mistake, no one threatens us and lives.” You said as you knocked him out. 

Standing up the suit started to vanish as you looked around your destroyed living room. Shaking your head, you pulled your phone out and booked two tickets to Angel Grove. Taking one last look around, you ran to the car where you found Caleb waiting. 

“Drive to the airport.” You said as you slammed the car door shut. 

“Y/N what the fuck was that?” He said looking at you. Glaring you pointed towards the road. 

“Just fucking drive Caleb. I’ll explain it to you later.” 

Taking your phone out, you dialed the contact you knew so well. “Jason, i’m coming back.” You notice Caleb looking at you while he drove. 

“Y/N, what happened?” Jason’s voice was worried even though she had woken him up.

“They found me. I just got attacked in my own home. I’ll be landing in-” You checked the time and put the phone back to your ear. “In about 7 hours. Be there.” Was all you said before hanging up. 

The drive to the airport was filled with yelling, mostly on Caleb’s side. You had told Caleb everything. Who you were, what you did...everything. After getting through security you two made it to your gate and boarded the plane. Leaning against the back of the seat, you close your eyes and sighed. For the first time in five years you were going home. 

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Jason was waiting for you when you landed. His familiar red jacket stood out from the crowd. Getting off the escalator, he ran towards you and check you over. Caleb was behind you keeping his distance. 

“You okay” Jason asked as he grabbed your chin in his hand looking a bruise that was forming around your eye. You nodded as he let go and gave him a small smile. 

“Nothing I couldn’t handle” You said glancing at Caleb. “We need to go and get everyone together.” 

The blonde nodded as you walked towards the exit. “Already done. Trini and Kim rounded up the kids as well as Billy and Zach. They are waiting at the ship.” 

You had noticed that Caleb had stopped walking and stared at you two. “You go. I’m going to go find a hotel and try to figure shit out.” He said. You nodded as you walked over to him.

“Please be safe.” You said as you placed a kiss on his lips. “Always.” He replied 

“I’ll call you when I'm done. Stay out of sight.” You said as you watched him walk away. Facing Jason you nodded. 

“Let’s go.” 

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It seemed like Jason broke every speed law as you both headed towards the rock quarry. Leaving your phones in the car, you both started climbing up the hill to the cliff that overlooked the rover. Looking over the edge you realized how much you hated having to jump. 

“Just like old times huh?” Jason asked shooting you a smile and holding his hand out. Taking it, you shook his head and took a breath. 

“Let's do this.” You said as you both ran towards the edge and jumped. Ten minutes later you were entering the ship and walking into the control room. 

“Y/N, Jason!” Alpha 5 yelled causing everyone to look at you. Kim and Trini both ran over and hugged you. Tears coming out of your eyes, you realized how much you missed your friends. 

“Y/N.” Zordon said. “It’s good to see you’re safe. I assume you have something for us.” 

You pulled out the coin and realized that you were a member short for the kids. “Adam is dead isn’t he?” You whispered. The looks you got from both Alpha and Zordon confirmed it. 

“When a Ranger dies, and there is no new Ranger able to take their place the coin automatically goes to the previous owner.” He said sadly. “Because we don’t have a new generation, you’re officially the Green Ranger again.” 

You looked at the new group and sighed. “What exactly are we dealing with?” You asked as the grid in the middle lit up with a masked figure. 

“This is the Dark Ranger. He was a Power Ranger many years ago, a good one. Just like Rita though he was consumed by power. Stripping him of his coin, his team was able to make it so he would never be a Ranger nor have the power again.” Alpha 5 explained. 

You walked over and looked as the scene changed. “So now he wants revenge?” You asked looking up. 

“He wants power. He wants all the coins.” Zordon said “If he kills all of you he will have a change to take the coins and harness their power. Then he will be unstoppable.” 

“So basically we have to find him and stop him.” Trini said standing next to the new Yellow Ranger, Samantha. “Seems easy enough.” 

“It would be if we knew who he was.” Jason said. You shot him a grin that he had come to know so well. 

“Well then I think it’s time to meet this Dark Ranger.” 

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After coming up with a plan, Alpha and Zordon explained that in situations like this, the old Rangers would also morph along with the new. 

Your heart hurt when everyone paired up and Adam wasn’t there standing next to you. He was a good kid and didn’t deserve what happened to him. 

“Okay, everyone has their missions. Brandon you go with Zach and Cassie. I’ll go with Y/N.” Jason said. Everyone nodded and started heading out before he stopped them again. 

“Remember, stick to the shadows. No morphing unless needed. As far as this guy knows only the kids have that ability right now.” 

You and Jason headed out to the part of town that had been zoned to you. The idea was to try and get any intel on where this guy was hiding. 

“I’m sorry for what I said.” Jason said quietly. “You hadn’t changed. You just wanted a normal life.” 

You laughed a bit as he helped you up some rocks. “Yeah and look how that ended up. Adam is dead and I might lose my fiance.” 

“Hey, Adam wasn’t your fault so knock that shit off.” Jason said stopping and making you face him. “As for Caleb if he can’t love you for you, all of you, then he doesn’t deserve you.” 

All you could do was stare at Jason. The feelings that you had locked deep down inside were trying to come back. 

“Jason.” You whispered realizing how close both of you were. The flecks of jade in his blue eyes stood out in the setting sun. You missed him. You missed waking up to him every morning, missed cuddling up with him as you watched stupid horror movies trying to unwind from the day. 

“I never stopped loving you Y/N.” He said quietly. “I searched for you when you left. Even begged your parents to tell me where you were but they wouldn’t.” His face had pain written all over it and it broke your heart. 

“Jason, I left because I had too..I still love you but being apart of this life was not something I wanted for myself.” You said quietly looking down. 

“You don’t really want to marry him, do you?” You were taken aback at Jason’s question. 

“Jay, I love him.”

“But not how you want to love him.” 

You knew he was right. And Jason knew you knew as well. Before you could reply, his lips were crashing on to yours. Grabbing your waist he pulled you closer to him, digging his fingers into your hips knowing there would be bruises in the morning. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you tugged at the hair at the nape. The tugging of his curls made him moan lightly into your mouth. 

Your body hit the tree behind you as his lips moved from your mouth to your neck. Sucking on the spot that he knew drove you crazy, he tangled his hand in your hair and lightly pulled eliciting a gasp from you that turned into a moan. Your mind was screaming at you that you needed to stop but neither of you wanted to. As his hands moved from your waist to  roam your torso, you both heard a twig snap. 

Breaking apart, Jason instinctively put you behind him as you both looked around. 

“Bravo. Now I really see how you feel about Mr. Scott.” Caleb said walking through the trees. Your eyes went wide when you noticed he looked different. Older. 

“Caleb..I can explain.” 

“Don’t. I’m not offended. I’m just mad it took me this long to realize that all I needed to do was get you two together to get my plans in motion.” 

You and Jason came to the realization at the same time. “You’re the Dark Ranger.” Jason said lowly. 

“Smart and good looks. Gold start there golden boy.” Caleb said mockingly. “Staying with you the past few years, I figured it would just be easier to seal your coin, all I had to do was get you to come back here. But you’re such a self righteous bitch that I had to enact my own plan.” 

You glared at Caleb as he circled you and Jason. Both of you were in fight mode as Caleb kept the smirk on his face. “I wanted to wait till you were all in one place but you wouldn’t budge.” He said shrugging. “Killing Adam was the best choice that I made and now I just have to kill the rest of you and the coins will be mine.” 

“You bastard. He was a child.” You yelled. Jason had his arms around you making it so you wouldn’t do something stupid. 

Caleb's eyes flicked to the side as some of his henchmen came out. Grabbing you both, you both realized that you couldn’t break free. 

“Kill him. Take her.” Caleb said as he started walking away. The brute that held Jason started moving over to the edge. 

“Jason! No!” You yelled as he made eye contact with you. Mouthing “I love you” he found himself being thrown off the cliff. 

“JASON!” You screamed as you struggled. One of the guards hit you in the side of the head blurring your vision. One more hit and you were out. 

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