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chr0n1c-ag0ny · 7 months

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Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.

kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.

Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.

their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.

when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.

when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.

they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.

its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.

but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.

His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.

Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.

"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.

his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.

he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.

when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.

"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."

Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.

Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.

Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.

he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.

but tonight's different, so different.

Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.

when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.

he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.

Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.

"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.

"I missed you too,"

there's a moment of silence.

"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.

"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.

Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.

but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.

his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.

but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.

Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.

"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"

"yes, Dazai?"

"don't go."

"I won't."

"promise?"

"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."

he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"

Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.

"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."

there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.

"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.

there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.

he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.

"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).

it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?

his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).

he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.

he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.

#I love when two emotionally constipated men find ways to be indirectly vulnerable and soft with one another. it matters so much to me.#they don't know how to talk about it or what they mean to one another or what they need from the other but they make it work #but after so long of dancing around each other only to be ripped apart for so long something just gives way and for once its in their favor #I hc that Dazai can be quite graceful in a ghostly and/or feline sort of way when he wants to be. he hops to his toes instead of standing-#glides instead of walking. stares into your soul with these big old eyes instead of just look. so thats just sprinkled in here.#on another note. these men are idiots. I said getting together but for christ sake they've been together for years they just never noticed.#I cringed at their stupidity multiple times while writing this.#dazai is scared of loving kunikida. he's scared his love will damn the man he loves. he's scared he'll leave too #but he can only run from his feelings so long #kunikida is scared to love dazai. he's scared he will find a way to break him. that he won't be careful enough. that he'll screw it all up.#they're so fucking messy and I love them your honor #I have so much to say about them #kunikida bsd #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai bsd #kunikidazai #kunidazai #if you see typo's no you don't

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years

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Healthy Patterns

Tony x reader x Bucky

Notes: Bucky was frozen at the same time as Steve. Bucky did not kill Tony’s parents but still has a metal arm

The team thought it was funny that the three of you were together. The three of you were such incredibly different people it was weird to watch you all interact with each other. Tony was a sarcastic asshole most of the time, Bucky was incredibly headstrong and resilient, and you were one of sweetest people some of the team had met.

Somehow though, despite your opposite personalities, the three of you fit together. Though Tony was an asshole he was thoughtful and sweet with the two of you, Bucky was headstrong when it came to the two of you he would do anything to make you two happy and just because you were sweet did not mean you didn’t fight the hardest on missions or in battle because you would do anything to keep the two men safe.

What the team didn’t see was how similar the three of you were. Especially in your unhealthy patterns.

“It’s two in the morning, Tony. Please just come to bed.” You begged, standing in the doorway of his lab. “Christ sakes, Buck’s in bed tonight.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve just got to finish this tonight.” He sighed, barely looking up from his tablet. “I promise I’ll be in bed tomorrow night.”

“Tony, you are running yourself into the ground. At the rate you’re going I’m scared you’re going to make yourself ill.” You told him, stepping closer to the man.

“Oh, sweetheart, you worry too much. I’m going to be fine.” He assured, putting the tablet down and gesturing for you to come to him. Once you were close enough, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you onto his lap.

“Tony, one day you’re not going to be okay.” You murmured. “One day you’re just not.”

“Sweetheart, trust me, for as long as I’m needed, I’m going to be alright.” He promised, raising your chin with two fingers and pressed his lips to yours.

“Come to bed, please.” You whispered as you pulled away. “We miss you.”

“Okay.” He agreed. “Okay, I’ll come up.” He said.

“Great.” You chirped, hoping off his lap and walking towards the door. “You coming, tiger?” You questioned, a small smirk crossing your face.

“You’re devious.” Tony groaned as he stood and followed you into the elevator. “I don’t know why people think you’re the sweet one, you’re evil.”

“They think I’m sweet because I am.” You smiled. “I am as sweet as sugar is fucking delicious.”

“That you are.” He chuckled as the elevator arrived at the floor you shared with Bucky.

“I didn’t think you’d actually get him to come up here.” Bucky commented as you both entered the bedroom. “Did she give you the face?”

“No, she guilt tripped me.” Tony grumbled, moving over the small fridge he kept in the corner of the room. “I’m telling you; we’re involved with an evil one.”

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked Tony as you climbed in with him. Turning to look at the man, you saw him pulling out an almost empty bottle of whiskey.

“Just having a sip.” Tony said before finishing off the bottle.

“Five bucks.” Bucky said, turning to you with a hand out. “I told you so.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know you did.” You grumbled. “I’ll give it to you in the morning. I’m too tired to grab my purse at the moment.” You said, laying down.

“Wait what? Why does Y/N owe you money?” Tony questioned, pulling off his shirt.

“Because we had a bet and I won. I told her even if you did come up, you would have a drink.” Bucky said, wrapping his arm around you.

“I don’t always have a drink.”

“Yes you do!” You snapped, sitting up. “It’s every night and every time we bring it up you dismiss it. Is sleeping next to us so bad you need to be buzzed to do it?” You questioned.

“No, no, sweetheart, that’s not it at all.” Tony said, sitting next to you on the bed. “I swear that’s not it all.”

“Then what is it, tone?” Bucky asked him. Tony didn’t say anything as he merely stared at the two of you.

“Forget it. Let’s just go to bed.” You sighed, shrugging Tony’s hand off and turning over.

“I do it to stop the nightmares.” Tony admitted after a minute of silence. “Since the whole Loki thing I can’t sleep.” He continued, seeing the two of you turn to him and listen. “I can’t sleep without having to watch the two of you die over and over again. The alcohol numbs it enough I don’t have to remember it in the morning.”

“Tony why didn’t you just tell us?” Bucky questioned him. “We would’ve understood.”

“I’m a Stark, I’ve been bottling things in since I was born.” He snarked before letting out a sigh. “I also just didn’t want either of you to know. I didn’t want you to think I’m weak.”

“Oh, honey, come here.” You cooed, pulling Tony into your arms. “Go to sleep, honey. We'll talk this over in the morning some more, okay?” You said, running your fingers through Tony’s short hair.

Tony didn’t get to reply as the combination of alcohol and your soothing fingers lulled him off to sleep.

“We'll talk to him tomorrow.” Bucky agreed, pulling the two of you closer and drifted off to sleep. With a nod you closed your eyes and rested your head on Buck’s chest.

Tomorrow. You would talk tomorrow.

Non-reader POV

Tony didn’t quit drinking, but he did stop drinking before going to sleep. It was because of Bucky and Y/N that he began to see a psychiatrist. Tony could sleep at night once again thanks to their help but tonight he just seemed unable to.

Tony sat up as slowly as possible, expecting to see both his partners asleep next to him but only saw one. Tony let out a sigh as he realized which of his partners wasn’t in bed. As carefully as he could he slid out of bed and wrapped the blankets around a still sleeping Y/N.

“And what are you doing out here?” Tony asked, walking into the living room. Buck’s head shot up from the book he was reading and had the decency to look guilty.

“Hi, babe, you look nice.” Bucky said, cheeks red.

“Don’t sweet talk me, mister.” Tony scolded. “It’s three in the morning, you’re supposed to be in bed with me and Y/N.”

“I know. I just, really wanted to read this book.” Bucky told Tony as said man moved closer to him.

“Bullshit.” Tony scoffed. “Steve gave you that book a month ago, if you’d wanted to read it you would’ve done it a while ago. I’m not an idiot Buck.”

“I know.” Bucky sighed, resting his head in his hands.

“Is this about what happened the other night?” Tony asked, sitting next to the brunette.

“No.” He responded quickly.

“It is.” Tony said. “You know she doesn’t blame you for that, right?”

“She should.” Bucky said firmly. “She should hate me. How can she bare to look at me? I’m a monster.”

“You are not a monster.” Tony denied him. “You are not a monster. You are our Bucky and our Bucky is no monster.”

“I hurt her.” Bucky said, still not looking at the man next to him. “I physically hurt her and that’s on me. All me.”

“No it’s not.” Y/N said. Tony looked up and saw their girlfriend, standing in the doorway. She had little on apart from Bucky’s shirt, which was big enough it was sliding off her shoulder showing the fresh bruise on her neck. “It was an accident Buck, you are not a monster.”

“I hurt you, doll. I had a nightmare and I attacked you. There’s no excuse for that.”

“You did not attack me. You got spooked and you weren’t fully awake. It was a mistake, Buck, you didn’t mean it.” Y/N said, kneeling down in front of the man.

“Accidents happen. We all do things we don’t mean but you can’t keep sleeping out here because you’re scared to hurt one of us.” Tony added.

“What if next time, it’s not a bruise?” Bucky asked, finally looking up. “What if next time I seriously injure one of you? Or worse.”

“You won’t.” Tony told him firmly. “Because we love you and you love us. You’re not going to hurt us.”

“Now come back to bed. It’s cold without you neither of us can sleep without you there.” Y/N said, making Bucky crack a small smile for the first time that night.

“Are you trying to guilt me into healthy sleep habits?”

“I don’t know, is it working?” Y/N teased, rising to a stand. She held both hands out to the still sitting men and pulled them to a stand.

“I love you two. Thank you for everything.” Bucky murmured to the two long after they fell asleep on his broad chest.

And Bucky didn’t leave the bed again that night.

Reader POV

Every night for the past week, like clockwork, you would wake up three hours after falling asleep. And every night you would sneak out onto the balcony and pull out your hidden pack of cigarettes. You wouldn’t call yourself a smoker per say, but after a sleep like that, a smoke was the only thing that calmed you down.

“That’s going to kill you.” A voice said as you lit the stick. You shook your head and leaned against the railing as you inhaled a long puff.

“Well something is going to. It’s either this or a bullet.” You commented, not looking back at the person. “What are you doing up here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Bucky said, moving to stand beside you. “I decided to come up here when I noticed my girlfriend sneaking out of bed every night and coming back smelling like a nicotine factory.”

“Funny but just so you know, I only have one.” You said, inhaling another drag.

“This is going to kill you doll.” Bucky said, taking it out of your hand and having his own drag. “Plus, it’s certainly not going to help you sleep.”

“Okay first off; that was hypocritical.” You told him, watching as he put the smoke out. “And secondly I don’t want to sleep.”

“Doll you were asleep for three hours before you came out here. There’s no way you’re going to function well tomorrow.” Bucky sighed.

“I’ve gotten by on less.” You shrugged.

“How come you’ve never mentioned you’re a smoker, baby doll?” The man asked you as you stared at the world below.

“Because it’s not that big a deal. I don’t do it all the time, sometimes I just need one after a bad night. It’s only ever one, it’s not that big a deal.” You said without looking at him.

“What do you mean, bad nights?”

“Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had issues with sleep paralysis. It’s the one thing that scares the shit out of me because it feels like this it and I’m going to die. Sometimes I just can’t cope.” You said, turning towards him. “It doesn’t happen as often as it did when I was a kid but this week, it just won’t stop. And I can’t make it stop. I just want it to stop.”

“Darling why didn’t you tell us about any of this?” Bucky asked you.

“I hate talking about it. I hate having to resort to nicotine after an episode. I just hate it all.”

“You should have talked to us about this, sweetheart. We would’ve understood.” Tony said, making his presence on the balcony known.

“I know. I know, I just never got around to it.” You said as Tony walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well now we know. And we're going to help you, if you want our help that.” Bucky said, enveloping the two of you in his warmth.

“Please.” You begged.

“Well first you’re going to give me the rest of your smokes.” Bucky told you, putting his hand out in front of you. After a second you placed the remainder of your carton in his hands. "I'm throwing them out brcause you dont need them, baby doll. They're not good for you."

“And now we’re going to head inside. You don’t have to sleep if you don’t want to, but it’s cold out here.” Tony said, manoeuvring the three of you so you could all shuffle inside. Tony guided the two of you back to bed, where the two men climbed in leaving a space in between them for you.

You bit down on your lip as you stared at the open space between them.

“Come on, sweetheart. We’ll keep you safe.” Tony said, pulling the blanket back for you. You let out a breath before nodding and crawling in between the two.

“We’re here, doll, no more smoking. If you go back to sleep and have more paralysis, wake us up.” Bucky said, pulling you and Tony close to him. You nodded at his words and relaxed into the two's hold

It took you two hours to finally fall asleep and you did wake an hour later but this time you didn't resort to nicotine instead gently waking Bucky and Tony who stayed awake with you until the sun rose.

You felt bad for waking the two, but talking with the two felt better than a nicotine high.

The three of you had bad habits. They were things you were working on and occasionally relapsed upon but you were working together. You were working together to gain healthy habits. To gain healthy patterns

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thorne93 · 4 years

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 21)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:2117

Warnings: Language,threat of power use, betrayal,

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Her eyes cast away from him, down to the floor. “How long?”

“Gonna have to be more specific, babe,” he joked uneasily with an awkward smile.

Her face snapped up to meet his. “How long have you been going down there?!” she demanded, her eyes turning milky red.

Tony nodded and opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again. “Uh.. About three months?”

“Three months? You’ve been going behind my back for three months?!” she shrieked.

“Listen I knew that if I didn’t check on them who knows what they could have been doing!” he said shrugging off his answer. “I also went to make sure they were at least comfortable, I know how tough it's been not being able to do something for them… so I took the leisure to do it for you...that way you don’t have to be near them.” He massaged his neck, it was his nervous tick when he knew he’d done something wrong.

“And when you think not telling me at all was a smart decision?” Her eyes changed from milky red to a purple haze, he’d never seen them do that before.

“About...two minutes after I did it?” he tried, bracing for her reaction. “Look, I had to do this. If I didn’t go, I knew you would be worried about them. Not to mention they could’ve tampered with something. I needed to keep an eye on them.”

Some of the things in the lab had begun to float around. Tony saw this and was worried that her powers were starting to take control of her when her emotions were unstable.

“You couldn’t have had JARVIS do a thorough check? And what about the letters that Y/N was talking about huh? You ever planned on telling me about those either?” She stepped forward, tossing vials at him. “God, Tony, for a genius you sure act like an idiot! It was my choice to make whether I wanted to know what she had to say, and you took it from me,” she said with pain laced with her words. Not once did she ever believe he would make decisions for her.

Seeing the vials flying at him, he was able to reach for something to cover himself. The pain in her voice cut at his heart, he never intended for her to take her choice away. He thought he was protecting her from further pain.

“You’re right. Okay?! I fucked up! But I couldn’t watch her break your heart again. I couldn’t go through another year of watching her destroy you from a distance. I was just trying to protect you.”

“You’ve done more than I could ever thank you for, Tony, but this…this isn't something I needed you to take care of. She’s not okay, she needs my help! How can I help her if I don’t know what happened?!” The sky had darkened outside causing the lab to darken and the purple energy to be the only light in the room. “Listen, I love you, Tony but sometimes you do things with a good intention but it goes wrong and what I just saw was it, I...I..I’m gonna need to take a break from all of this, I need time to process everything that's happened in the last three months with the team, with cleaning up the mess in New York.” She let the purple haze leave her eyes but they remained a bit milky from the change in weather. The objects returned to their spots and she no longer floated.

“Babe… Babe, come on. Don’t you think that’s a bit much? I know I made a huge decision for you but I did it with good intentions. I was only thinking of you,” he said, caressing her arms. “We both know the old Y/N is gone. Whatever is in those letters is just another manipulation.”

She took a step back from him, too scared that she’d hurt him as her powers weren’t in check. She looked over to the window and saw how dark she’d made it out there.

Turning to Tony, she said, “And how would you know if she were trying to manipulate me again? What would she gain? She’s locked up for Christ’s sake!” She shook her head not knowing why he’d become so adamant in removing you from her life. “Don’t you think I know that she’s not the Y/N I know?! She’s had something happen and I made the mistake of leaving her to rot in that cell without the chance to hear what happened to her!” she yelled with anger but her eyes were watery from the unshed tears.

“Because she tried to kill us all! Or did you forget that?!” he shouted back. “She threw me out a window, stabbed you multiple times, unleashed an army on the city… What more do you need to realize she’s gone? And no amount of explaining or excuses is going to make up for that,” he firmly stated.

“Enough!” she roared, making the whole room shake, her knuckles were white from clenching her fists together. “I still have the fucking scars to prove she hurt me, and the nightmares of you falling out of the window! If she had the intentions to kill us she would have, she let you beat her back at the warehouse because she couldn’t make herself kill you.” She sobbed, her vitals we becoming erratic. “I still fear what she could do but I’m not gonna let that stop me from saving what’s left of her.” She’d become pale and was having trouble breathing

JARVIS was quick to inform Steve so that he can get her to the Med Bay.

“If you want to buy that, then fine by me,” he snapped. “I thought you were smarter than this bullshit, but you’re clearly ready to buy anything she feeds you, so fine. Have it. Go be friends with the stark raving lunatic,” he ordered, gesturing towards the door.

“You’re not the man I fell in love with, the one who would have helped me bring back what could still be there...” Her voice was a whisper. As she began walking to the door, she was beginning to feel like the room was spinning. “JARVIS, let Steve know I’m on my way to the lowest level if he could meet me at the elevator to gather some things,” she said. She seemed to lose her footing but caught herself before falling.

“Right away, Ms. Shannon. Would you like me to prepare the Med Bay for you as well?” the Al asked.

Tony upon hearing that was worried that she’d overworked herself with her powers because of him. Guilt and regret began to take place in his gut.

“Thank you, JARVIS, I think I’ll need it,” she was able to make it close enough to the elevators where she found Steve waiting for her.

“Hey, doll, you don’t look so well, let’s get you checked out by the doctors,” he suggested, letting her lean on him for support.

“We will but first I need you to take me to Y/N. There’s something she’s been meaning to give me,” she requested of him looking up at him. He hummed his reply and hoped it would be quick. He was worried something was very wrong with her

They made it down to the lowest level. Steve, at this point, was holding her up all the way to the cell.

“We’re here, Shan, I’ll call her over.” He let her go for a moment long enough to locate where you were in the cell and asked you to come to the front.

You looked up from your book in the office at the star spangled man with a plan. “Rogers? Haven’t seen you in a while,” you mused as you stood up and walked with him.

He didn’t say anything except gesturing forward where Shannon was leaned over, breathing heavily.

“Shannon?” you said, your voice a mix of relief and worry.

“He…hey, Y/N, I’m sorry I haven't been down here. I wasn’t made aware that Tony was visiting you,” she huffed out the last bit. “I’m sorry he’s been a dick about the letters you wrote. I’d like to read them, if I could?” she asked you sounding very worn and sick.

You got on your knees so that you could be closer to eye level with her, concern in your features as you got as close to the glass as you could. You put your hand on the glass. “Sure, Shan… Are you okay?” you asked as you conjured the letters. You turned to the soldier. “What’s wrong with her?” you asked.

“She and Tony had a fight,” he explained.

You peered at her with worry in your eyes. “Oh… Well... “ You walked over to the sealed doors and put the letters in the small tube and spun it so Steve could retrieve the large bundle. “There’s the letters,” you said. As soon as he got them, you darted back over to the glass, hating that you couldn’t help her yourself. Both of your hands were planted on the wall as you stared at her with anguish in your eyes. “I’m glad I got to see you… Even if… you aren’t feeling so good…”

Steve put the bundle under his arm and walked back to lift Shannon into his arms, she seemed to get worse the more she tried to stay awake. “I’m glad I got to see you too, Y/N/N. Maybe next time I’ll be looking better.” She tried to laugh but it made her cough. “I’ll be gone for a while but I’ll make sure Steve comes to give you updates about where I am. Next time we see each other, I'd like to sit down and chat with you,” was the last she was able to say before she passed out in Steve’s arms. He said his goodbye to you and ran to the elevator to get her to Bruce.

“JARVIS, inform Bruce that I’m making my way to the Bay. Shannon’s gone unconscious.” Steve voice was strained with worry.

“Right away, Mr.Rogers,” the Al replied. It had also sent notice to Tony so that he would be aware of her condition.

He stood in the lab, staring at the alert on his phone. Shannon didn’t want Tony around. That was very clear… But when had Tony ever done what he was asked? He pocketed the phone and nearly ran to the medical bay.

“Mr. Stark, is that a wise decision?” JARVIS asked as Tony jumped into the elevator.

“When it comes to Shannon? Yes,” he said firmly. As soon as the doors open he sprinted to the bay where Shannon was already being hooked up. Her blood pressure, pulse, and blood sugar were being monitored, while oxygen was being given to her. Bruce was monitoring her readings when Tony came barging in.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Bruce eased, putting his hand on Tony’s chest. Tony’s eyes were glued to Shannon though, before looking at Bruce.

“What the hell, Banner? Let me go to Shannon,” he demanded.

“No. Man, half the tower could hear you two shouting. JARVIS already alerted me of her getting upset when you two were fighting. How could you let her get like this? Did you not see the weather?” he asked.

“Yes, I did. But what I did was for her own good,” he argued.

“What you did? Tony, what did you do?” Bruce asked, peering at his friend. He had no idea they’d been arguing about something Tony did.

Tony rolled his eyes before stepping away and running a hand down his face. “I may have… been visiting the criminals downstairs without her knowledge.”

“You what?!” Bruce asked. He glanced to Shannon’s readings and grabbed Tony by the bicep and led him out of the med bay so Shannon wouldn’t hear them arguing. “Are you insane?” he demanded.

“I don’t know, maybe. I just… I didn’t want her to get hurt and I needed to keep an eye on Bonnie and Clyde,” he stated, running his hands through his hair. “She found out I’d been sneaking around and she got pissed.”

“Yeah, no shit. It looked like night outside and I heard shit being thrown in the lab. Tony…” Bruce chastised.

“What? Yeah, I fucked up. We get it. We all get it. Can I go see her now?” he questioned harshly.

Bruce sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, just… don’t upset her, okay?”

Tony patted Bruce’s arm. “I’ve had enough practice with you, big guy. I am a master at keeping people calm.”

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rogermeddowsx · 5 years

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office parties suck part 1

word count : 2.5k

contains : slight bad language, literally not even.

author’s note : hi, this is my first fic on here so please be nice to me haha :) also please bear in mind that there are mistakes. there also isn't much of a backstory for reader, just wait. there will be in parts to come x

“Leaving already?”

Your head turned to the direction of the voice. A man stood behind you, leaning on the narrow table in the hallway. Your hand rested on the door, and you shut it softly. The man ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair. You extended your hand out towards him.

“Ben.” He said, taking your hand and shaking it firmly. “Nice to meet you.”

You introduced yourself and the way the handshake lingered slightly, tinted your cheeks.

“Well, Ben, as nice as it was talking to you,” you kept your eyes on him as you fumbled around behind you for the doorknob. “I was leaving.”

You shouldn’t be, leaving that is, it was your best friend’s engagement party after all. And now that you’d met Ben, he was certainly giving you a reason to stay. You had to be up early though, and you didn’t fancy going into work hungover, and with no sleep. If you left now, you would turn up at your shitty office, hungover.

“Wait.” He said, stumbling forward; his hand slammed against the door in front of you, making you wince at the noise.

Ben cringed and mouthed a ‘Sorry.’

“So how do you know the bride, o- or groom?” He stuttered, making you giggle.

“Are you drunk, Mr. Ben?” You tucked your hair behind your ear.

“No, actually. I just wasn’t sure.” He chuckled, actually chuckled, nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

Oh my God, his laugh.

Nope. No. You didn’t just think that.

“I’m with the bride. Her best friend.” You smiled at him, captivated in his olive-green eyes. “You?”

“The groom, he’s my best friend.” He shrugged on his skin coloured leather jacket. You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you? I’m coming with.”

“We’ve only just met.” He only laughed at your look of confusion.

“Then let’s get to know each other.”

It’s cold. Why on earth did Ben insist on walking you home? You wrapped your arms across your chest, trying to conserve heat. Ben watched as you shivered in your tank top and skirt.

She’s an idiot. It’s snowing for Christ’s sake!

“Want my jacket?” He began to take it off when you stopped him by placing yours on his arm.

“No, no. Please. Keep it.”

He took it off anyway and draped it across your shoulders. You smiled at him gratefully, tugging your arms through the fluffy lining of the jacket. The winter air was biting away at his nose causing it to go pink. The tips of his ears were also starting to go a deep crimson. From the corner of the street you saw a pub, brightly lit and sounding lively. You took his cold hand in yours and pulled him in the direction of the pub. His hand stayed firmly grasped in yours as you took him to a booth. The warmth radiating from the fireplace contrasted with the bleak weather outside. As you sat across from Ben, you blew into your hands and rubbed them together to keep them warm.

The pub was busy. At the bar was a rowdy group of men, shirts that were once neatly tucked into their slacks were now unbuttoned and half empty pint glasses were in each of their hands. Across from them, clearly from their office, were a bunch of girls, hair drowned in spray and lipstick smudged slightly off their lips.

“Ah, office Christmas parties. I don’t miss them.” Ben broke the silence. Your gaze shifted from the party to the man in front of you. His ears were slowly regaining their colour as he warmed up. You hunched your shoulder closer into his jacket and laughed.

“I have one tomorrow.” You rolled your eyes. “Dreading it.”

He cocked his head. “You work in an office?”

You scoffed.

“No, no. I just- didn’t peg you as the type.” He stuttered.

A smirk tugged your lips upwards.

“And what did you have me ‘pegged’ as Mr. Ben.”

“Hardy.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name.”

Your mouth made an ‘O’ shape. You giggled.

“Joe told me you were a musician.”

Joe? Your best friends’ fiancée?

“Failed.” You said sharply. You cast your eyes down to the kinks in the wooden table. It felt like an eternity before Ben finally spoke, standing up and clapping his hands together.

“Drink?”

You looked up at him. His eyes crinkling as he smiled. His hands were still clasped together as he looked expectantly at you.

“I shouldn’t-”

“Nonsense. Besides, I want to hear about your musicianship, and I have a feeling you won’t tell me unless you have a Jack and coke in you.”

You scrunched your nose up at the thought.

“Not a fan?” He laughed. “Vodka and coke?”

You shook your head. “Not really. Merlot?”

He nodded and made his way to the bar. You sighed heavily. Your future self would not thank you in the morning. Quickly, you glanced at the gold banded watch sitting on your wrist. You should be at home. Sleeping.

Ben came back almost as quickly as he had gone. He passed you a large glass of a deep red wine. As you took it gratefully, your fingers swiftly brushed his. You could feel your cheeks heat up. He had a pint of Guinness, beads of condensation dripping from the glass. You watched as he took a large gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, sighing in satisfaction. He shifted uncomfortably due to his soggy jeans, wet from snow. Then his eyes bulged in realization and he patted at his jean pockets. He swore under his breath. Without him noticing, you moved your hands to the pocket of his jacket, pulling out what you could only assume as what he was looking for.

“Oh, thank God.” His hands flew up to his chest as he gasped.

You jangled the keys in front of him, a large smirk making its way across your face.

“Stooooop.” He whined as you moved the keys out of his reach when he leaned across the table to get them. Time seemed to slow as his elbow knocked your glass. It wobbled before completely tipping over, its musty crimson contents spilling over the edge of the table and dripping onto your skirt. As it dribbled down your leg, Ben’s voice broke you from your trance.

“Oh I- err- God,” he stuttered. His hands flew all over the place, his eyes searching for something to clear up the mess. You stared dumbfoundedly at your lap, the red wine seeping deeper into your suede skirt.

“I’m so sorry.” Ben’s eyebrows drooped as he apologized. His chair scraped across the floor as he leant over to the table next to you, grabbing a few napkins. His pushed his hands out towards you, passing the crumpled paper to you. You took them appreciatively and started to dab at your skirt to absorb some of the excess liquid that had pooled in your lap.

“Will it stain? I’ll pay for a new one, or your dry cleaning?”

You laughed out loud.

“Honestly, Ben, it’s fine.” You had dried off as much as you could, the wine still leaving a patch of your skirt sodden. He gulped down the rest of his Guinness; looking at you for a moment before standing and clumsily extending his hand. You looked at him curiously, but took it in your own, nonetheless. His palm was hot and slightly wet from the drops of condensation on his glass.

“Let me take you home. You need to wash your skirt.”

Still holding his hand, you exited the booth and walked towards the door of the pub. You looked up at him, he was much taller than you. You came up to just below his shoulder, making it feel like he towered over you. His hand encased yours completely. As soon as you stepped out of the pub, the cold air hit you like a harsh punch to the face. You shivered into Ben’s jacket.

“Ben, is this your way of telling me you want to see me without a skirt?” You smirked.

Is he…blushing? No, he’s probably pink from the cold.

“It’s my way of inviting myself into your house for another glass of wine.” He looked down at you. “And for the story behind your music.”

Well, you couldn’t argue with that. You should. You still had work early the next morning. But as you and this handsome stranger were stood, shivering at the bus stop – too cold to walk any further – you couldn’t help but feel intrigued by Ben. Grace, your best friend (and the bride) and her fiancée, Joe, hadn’t mentioned him. You wondered why. Grace was brilliant at setting you up. Not with future suitors, that was obvious as you were currently single, but with one-night hook ups you could giggle about with her on the phone the next morning.

There was no denying that Ben was your type. The blonde, floppy hair and his tall muscular build were down to a ‘T’. Up ahead, the blinding headlights belonging to the bus came closer and closer. Your hand was instantly cold as Ben dropped it from his to take his wallet out of his pocket. He gave you a small smile as he stuck out his arm. The bus rolled to a stop in front of you, a puff of air released as it prised its doors open.

It was a short bus journey to your house, one spent nattering away to Ben about his dog, Frankie.

“Honestly, she’s such a good girl. I’m trying to convince Joe to let her be part of the wedding.” Ben said, excitedly. You looked at him endearingly, admiring the way his eyes lit up and his smile reached his ears when he spoke about his dog. It made the long walk down your road more enjoyable. You laughed, and nodded, and interjected when you could during Ben’s stories. He was undoubtedly the easiest person you’d ever had the privilege of talking to.

You lived in a large, three story, semi-detached house down a long road of similar looking buildings. There were around five or six stone steps leading up to your house, the door on the left and big bay windows on the right. As you walked up to the door, there were bushes of lavender and carefully placed potted flowers.

“How was the party?” You heard as soon as you opened the door. Glancing to your right, you saw you roommate, Miles, sat in the bay window, scrolling through his phone. The inside of your house was dim, due to the minimal lighting. Your living room and kitchen were open plan, the only thing dividing them was a round wooden dining table. The back room was separated by a wall and a door. You had converted it into an office when you first moved in. It had a desk each for you and Miles, both littered with paperwork and pencils, surrounding your computers. French windows led into the small back garden. You’d spent all your free time in the summer working on the garden, watering and planting flowers and painting the little shed, hidden by the Weeping Willow tree. Now, however, the plants were drowning in the snow, bare from the petals they had lost.

After kicking your shoes off once closing the door, you took off Ben’s jacket and draped it over the radiator. You welcomed Ben in.

“Ben, meet my roommate, Miles. Miles, meet Ben.”

As they exchanged a small wave and a smile, you grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter and two glasses from the draining board, then motioned for Ben to follow you upstairs. Miles gave you a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, but you brushed it off, and grabbed Ben’s hand.

You pulled him into your room and shut the door behind you. Ben looked around your room in awe. Your bedroom was at the front of the house and as the blinds were open, the only light came from the streetlights outside, illuminating your room with an orange glow. The shadows of falling snowflakes danced around. The walls were covered head to toe in band posters and small polaroids of you and your friends. In the corner of the room was a white, full length mirror, draped in fairy lights. Ben approached it and admired the photos that were clipped to the lights along the mirror.

“Okay, don’t look.” You said, slipping off your wine-soaked skirt and throwing it into your laundry bin. You changed into the pajama trousers that were left on your pillow and lay back onto the bed.

“Finished?” Ben laughed, taking his hands away from his eyes. You nodded as he turned around and began to make his way to your bed. He sat on the end and took the glass of wine you were offering.

You leant behind you and turned on the fairy lights that were draped along the head rest on your bed.

“So tell me about your music.” Ben said, sipping his wine. You laughed nervously.

Is he really asking this?

“There’s not much to say. Dropped out of a good school because I got signed, then they kicked me off.”

You couldn’t look Ben in the eye. You could hear him shuffling around, then felt the bed dip as he sat next to you. He leaned against the headboard, your shoulders brushing against each other with each rise and fall of your breaths.

“Why?” He said in almost a whisper.

You really didn’t want to talk about it. If it weren’t for the abundance of alcohol coursing through your blood right now, you would be fast asleep, mentally preparing for work the next day. You sighed. He could sense your hesitancy. He noticed your guitar, sitting between your bed and the wall, gathering dust from the months you’d left it there. His hand crossed over your body, resting inches away from your arm as he leaned across to put his glass of wine on the bedside table and grab the guitar.

“Play for me?” He insisted, handing it over. Your eyes widened.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t. I haven’t played in a while.” You shook your head at him.

Pouting his lips, he looked at you pleadingly. You flashed a smile and the glint in Ben’s eyes was so sudden you almost missed it.

Almost.

With a roll of your eyes, you took the guitar and began to strum it quietly. Ben watched in awe as your fingers moved nimbly against the frets, playing with the strings gently. You hummed a tune. Immediately, Ben caught on and began to sing quietly. His voice was gravelly and complimented yours when you joined in softly. He admired the way you kept your eyes shut, the way you felt what you sang, even though you kept quiet and reserved. Your fingers paused slightly, ruining the rhythm. It didn’t go unnoticed by Ben.

“You okay?”

“Sorry.” You wiped away the tears, fiercely willing them not to spill. “Haven’t played in a while.”

The guitar was placed back in the corner, and whether it would be picked up again or not, no one knew.

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moodyvalentinestories · 4 years

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A Holly Jolly Christ-Mess. Part 8. | Rachel x Hunt

08: Coffee with the Family

“Hallelujah, everybody say cheese. Merry Christmas from the family!” – Merry Christmas from the Family (Robert Earl Keene)

Summary: Rachel talks to her family. Things don’t go so well.

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Rachel Fields

Words: ~ 1,800 words

Notes: Me? Incapable of writing healthy family dynamics? Duuuh.

Also, I’m a little too busy for my liking right now so I apologise if I’m not doing a great job replying to replies and reblogs and stuff at the moment. Still very much appreciate all of it, though. You’re all so lovely and kind 😭💖

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Rachel took a sip of her gingerbread-flavoured coffee as she glanced at her phone on the table. Only a few more minutes until Lawrence would be there. It had taken quite some effort to convince him to meet her in a coffee shop rather than at the hotel, but she absolutely did not want to face her parents. Though she was more likely to give in to her little brother’s wishes, she also knew that he could be made to see reason.

Unfortunately, there was one thing she hadn’t considered – that Lawrence might not come alone. She groaned when she turned to look at the door when she’d heard it open and saw three people walk in instead of one. Great.

At least they were in public. If there had ever been a time that Rachel was thankful for their incessant need to appear like the perfect family to the outside world, it was now. They wouldn’t dare make a scene with this many people around.

Then again, they didn’t know any of those people, and they weren’t likely to ever see any of them again. Would that change things? She hoped not, but one never knew…

Her mother, Erica, spotted her first, directing the other two’s attention to the table Rachel was sitting at. A table for two, but big enough for four if one were to steal two more chairs from other tables. She took another sip of her drink as her family walked towards her, then got up from her chair to greet them.

Lawrence was the fastest, pulling her into a hug to whisper, “I’m sorry. They insisted on coming along.”

She wanted to be angry, but she knew he could never defy their parents – just like she could never be mad at him for very long. “It’s okay. I’ll survive… hopefully.”

He pulled away with an apologetic smile, letting their mother take his place. “It’s good to see you, Rachel,” she said as she wrapped her arms around her daughter.

“You too, mum,” she replied, though it didn’t sound very sincere. It wasn’t. Her mother, however, didn’t seem to notice. Or if she did, she at the very least didn’t say anything. Good. Non-confrontational, for now, was good. Maybe this wouldn’t get out of hand, after all.

Once her mother stepped away, her father took her by surprise when he hugged her as well. Then again, it probably shouldn’t have. Even though he’d never apologised for the hurtful things he’d said to her the last time they’d spoken, in his mind, he probably thought she had already forgiven him. Which, granted, was her own fault for always forgiving them so readily. Or at least having done so in the past.

But she wasn’t going to say anything. Not yet, anyway. She refused to be the bad guy who started the argument. Though there would be an argument soon enough, and she had a sneaking suspicion that they’d find a way to blame it on her, either way.

They all stood in awkward silence for a moment, until Erica cleared her throat and spoke up. “So… Richard, dear, would you go order us some coffee?” She looked at her daughter for a moment, then turned to Lawrence. “You should go with him so he doesn’t mess up my order again.”

The two men nodded, then disappeared towards the counter. Erica sat down in the vacant chair across from her daughter.

“How are you, Rachel?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Fine. How’s your marriage?” So much for not starting any arguments. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Her mother gave her a thin-lipped smile. “No, you shouldn’t have. But Richard shouldn’t have said what he did, either.”

“Which part? The one about my going away being the last nail in the coffin for your relationship? Or the one where he said I shouldn’t ever come back if I leave for LA? Or the one—”

“I get it. He was an ass, but he is sorry.”

Rachel huffed. “Did he tell you that? Or are you just assuming he is?”

“We didn’t come here to fight.”

She took a deep breath. Her mother clearly was trying to make sure she wouldn’t start anything. “That’s great and all, but that doesn’t change anything about the fact that I’m leaving on Saturday. I already made plans, and you shouldn’t have come without checking with me first.”

“We did write you a letter,” her mother argued.

“To which I didn’t respond,” Rachel countered. “Didn’t that tip you off?”

Two mugs were placed on the table with a little too much force, some of their contents spilling out onto the wooden surface.

“If anything, it showed us just how necessary coming here was,” her father said as he pulled up a chair from a table nearby and sat down. “You’ve only become more defiant since you’ve left, and someone has to—”

“Richard,” Erica interrupted him. “Calm down. No fighting, remember?” She said and motioned to her son, who was carrying over another chair to their table.

Rachel narrowed her eyes. Something very clearly was up because while she knew her mother wasn’t very fond of confrontation, she usually wasn’t dead set on avoiding it, either. “Okay, just tell me why exactly you’re here. I still have one more essay to write before the break, and I really don’t have time for this.”

“Look at her! She’s choosing her idiotic pursuit of a worthless degree over us again. But I’m the bad guy,” her father said, shaking his head. “She doesn’t even care about family.”

Oh, that was rich, coming from him. As if he had any right to talk. About family! Fucking family! He’d never given half a shit about family. “I do care, just not about your idea of family. Now, can you just please tell me what’s going on?”

“I got into Oxford,” her brother said as he sat down on the chair he’d just carried over. “I’m leaving next fall, and I just wanted one last family Christmas before I leave.” His shoulders slumped. “But I guess that was too much to ask.”

God damn it.

Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to come up with the right response. Of course, she was happy for him. But the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Not necessarily at Lawrence – though she sure as hell didn’t appreciate the fact that he’d been behind all of this – but more so at her parents. Because it seemed they were fine with it.

Her brother moving to a whole other country was just fine, but her moving to another state to pursue her dreams made her evil incarnate? Oh, fuck no. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry I messed everything up,” Lawrence said, looking at the cup in his hands before placing it on the table and getting up. “I think… I think I’m just going to go before I can make it any worse.”

The moment he was out of earshot, Richard turned to his daughter. “Are you happy? Now you’ve upset him again. Did you know he was devastated when you didn’t show last Christmas? Of course you didn’t. Because you didn’t even bother to call.”

“Fuck you, dad,” Rachel said as she got up to follow her brother.

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” her father said, his voice loud enough to make the people around them look up.

Rachel, however, ignored him, and went outside to find her brother. He hadn’t gone far, only just across the street, where he sat on a park bench. She sat down beside him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, gingerly putting her arm around his shoulders. “I am happy for you, you should know that.”

He shook his head. “Clearly not happy enough or you wouldn’t insist on fighting with mum and dad.”

She wanted to argue that it wasn’t all her fault, though, this time, maybe it had been. She sighed. “I know. I know, I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin your Christmas, but—”

“You have other plans. Yeah, you told me,” he said, looking up at her. “I want you to know that they said you knew. That we’d come, I mean.”

Maybe she should have been surprised, but she really wasn’t. And they dared accuse her of not caring about family! This was their mess, and it wasn’t her job to clean it up. But she would… the only question was how. She still remained firm on not wanting to give up on her trip with Thomas. She absolutely wouldn’t.

She sighed. There was really only one thing she could do. “Come back inside. Let’s at least finish our coffee.”

He nodded, and they both went back into the coffee shop. The tension between Rachel and her parents was almost palpable but, somehow, they managed to remain mostly civil – for Lawrence’s sake – until all of them had finished their drinks.

Richard and Lawrence were out the door first, Erica right behind them, but Rachel held her back.

“Mum, a word?”

Her mother nodded, then told her husband she’d be right with them before turning back to her daughter.

“I’m sorry for making a scene. And I do want to make up for hurting Lawrence’s feelings. I can’t change my plans for Christmas but…” She clenched her jaw. She did not want to say what she said next, but she did feel guilty, and maybe – just maybe – they could pull themselves together for a couple of hours and make this work. They had managed to just now, hadn’t they? “…but maybe we could have a Pre-Christmas on Friday. My last class ends at four, and we could have dinner and all that then?”

Her mother smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She herself doubted that anything good would come of it. “That sounds lovely. I’ll make the arrangements.” She hugged her daughter one more time before following her husband and son back to their hotel.

Rachel sighed, and pulled out her phone, immediately calling Thomas. He picked up after the first ring. “How did it go?”

“Great. Absolutely… great,” she said unenthusiastically. “Do you think we could switch flights? I’m afraid I won’t make it to the early morning flight and…”

She heard a heavy exhale on the other end of the line. Shit. He was not as on board with her seeing her family as he’d said he was. “Are you going to make it at all?”

“Yes,” she said. “I told you before: I’m not letting them ruin our Christmas.”

There was a short silence before he finally said, “Alright. I’ll make the necessary amendments to our bookings. See you on Saturday.”

“Wait, I—” Rachel started but was cut off by the sound of him hanging up. Wonderful. Maybe she really was just incapable of not upsetting the people she cared about.

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Unforseen Chasm (part 21)

Part 21 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2117

Warnings: language,threat of power use, betrayal,

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.