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dustofbrokenheart · 3 years ago

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The Covenant: Lazy, Summer Day

Tyler Simms x Reader

Word Count: 1,650

Summary: Tyler and reader enjoy a day on the water to get away from the heat. Based on this post by @saviorsong which you should all totally check out!

“I called in sick?”

“Yeah, this morning. See? We crossed your name off the schedule and everything.” A finger tapped rapidly on the big whiteboard that had everyone’s name written in dry erase marker.

Sure enough, there was a hastily drawn line going right through the middle of yours.

They really had thought you weren’t coming in. “That’s impossible,” you said confused. “Because I didn’t call in sick.”

“Alright, alright. I believe you,” the supervisor said. “You’re one of the normaler ones that we have and a normal person wouldn’t have driven clear across town when they already had the day off.”

Both of you stood there scratching your heads. Your thoughts were leaning towards this possibly being a dream. You had weird dreams all the time, right? And it wasn’t unlike you to be dreaming of work even when you were off the clock.

There was a good chance you would wake up any second now, still swaddled in bed sheets.

The supervisor had a completely different reaction. “Well, the building ghost strikes again! They must’ve called on your behalf knowing how hard you’ve been working. Just take the day off. We’re covered anyway.”

“Are you sure?” you hesitated. It felt weird taking the day for yourself when you were perfectly able to work. “Since I’m here, I could do—”

“Nope. Enjoy some of this weather. Summer is almost over, you know.”

With that you were ushered out the door and left standing on the concrete sidewalk, not a clue as to what you should do.

There were always things to be done at the apartment. You hadn’t cleaned the bathroom in a while…yikes. Tyler also had his collection of expired leftovers in the fridge that he was terrible about tracking of.

Oh! You could wash the cars, too! Tyler had finally gotten rid of his monstrosity of a Hummer a few summers back in favor of a classic sixties car that Pogue had helped him fix-up. He liked to keep it spotless.

Speaking of his car…you looked up and noticed it parked across the street. And it was definitely his. Not only were there not many of them still out on the roads, but that was clearly Tyler smiling at you in the driver’s seat as he waved you over.

“Were you flagging me down this whole time?” you asked. He nodded with a heavy dose of enjoyment sparkling in those baby blue eyes. “Sorry. It’s been a weird morning.”

“Didn’t expect to have to day off?” Tyler’s smile becoming more pronounced.

“Of course not—wait,” you trailed off in realization. “It was you. You’re the one who called in sick for me!”

He stroked your wrist through the window with his thumb. “You caught me. But don’t be mad, I promise it was for the greater good.”

Greater good? You raised both eyebrows. “And what’s the ‘good’ in question?”

“Weather man predicted we’re supposed to hit high eighties today. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t drag you to the lake house to take advantage of it?”

“That’s a terrible excuse, Ty.”

“Fine,” he admitted with a laugh. “How about you’ve been working this whole summer, and I miss you and want to do something nice for you?”

On the inside you felt yourself vibrate with excitement but you tried to keep it together. You shouldn’t encourage him making plans without you, especially when they disrupted work, but you were a sucker for surprises. “Better,” you admitted with your nose titled up.

And he knew that. Knew that you weren’t really cross with him as he turned the engine over, jolting the car to life with a heavy rumble. “Come on, my lady. I promise that it’ll be fun.”

The lake house in question referred to one of several Simms family properties in Massachusetts, appropriately named for it’s position right next to a small, picturesque lake. The area was naturally beautiful with shimmering water that was encased by tall, shady trees that were a godsend when the sun became too much to handle.

The drive there went like it always did: fast, thanks to a good playlist and easy conversation, and soon Tyler was pulling up to the lake house.

Not wanting him to fixate on the fine dust the gravel kicked up, and how it was dirtying the car, you leaned over the center console to kiss him. It was just long enough to steal his attention.

When his hand cupped the back of your head, you pulled back. “Last one to the dock has to use the tacky orange kayak!” You stuck your tongue out at him as you dashed out of the car and towards the dock.

Unprepared for the challenge, Tyler sputtered as he tried to take his seat belt off with clumsy fingers.

You ran around the outside of the house and dodged trees as best as you could, laughing the whole way. You may have gotten the head start but you could hear the tell tale sounds of the man gaining ground behind you.

The dock was so close you could picture your victory as. Only a few steps more, you would’ve had it.

Then two arms wrapped around your middle in a steel tight grip, halting you in your tracks. A large exhale was forced out of your lungs at the sudden impact.

“No fair,” you whined. Slumping back into his embrace, you turned to look at his smug face. “I can’t match your stupid arm strength.”

Tyler laughed, the argument a familiar one. “We’ve been over this. If you can use the element of surprise, then the element of muscle is fair game.”

That was the agreement but that didn’t mean you couldn’t pout. Not everyone was blessed with good genetics and years of a background in competitive swimming.

“Well, let’s consider this a tie then because I refuse to use that hideous orange boat.”

Tyler hummed, the vibration noticeable against your back. “Nope,” he said. The answer was abrupt and before you could get another word out, you were sailing through the air, lake water rushing to swallow you up.

The shock made your lungs seize up and your limbs flailed in the haze of the foggy water.

Breaking the surface, hair and clothes plastered to your skin you paddled around to glare at him. The effect didn’t have the ferocity you hoped for because he merely but his hands on his knees and laughed so hard it seemed like he might tip over.

Dodging the water you splashed at him, he got the laughs under control and walked to the edge of the dock to give you a hand. You glared at it personally offended by the gesture. Those were the hands that had just thrown you in without any warning.

But Tyler was patient and held his hand out steadily until you were ready to grab hold of it. For a moment, you debated trying to sink him to the murky depths along with you, but as his impressive looking biceps flexed under the warm glow of the sun, you realized you’d have to take revenger later when you were more certain of your success.

With the added help, you hauled up to the dock. The access water from your clothes ran off, darkening the wood in random splatter patterns, and you realized for the first time that it was pretty hot out.

The sun was bright even with your hand covering your eyes as you looked up; not a cloud in the sky as the bugs buzzed around lazily.

“Sorry.” Tyler fidgeted awkwardly, bringing your attention back to down earth. “I didn’t mean to be, well, mean.”

“Most people would think you’re an angel but you surely have a competitive streak, Tyler Simms.”

He shrugged apologetically. After a moment, he stood up and called over his shoulder as he jogged away. “I’ll go grab a towel for you. Meet me in the cabin!”

It was hard to stay mad at him. Especially when he tried to make up for it by doing something cute, like literally running to get a towel. He really was puppy-like; a little reckless but very contrite when he realized he messed up.

True to his word, he did bring you a towel along with a whole bag of clothes he had packed for the trip. Figuring it’d be a waste to dry your hair—you’d be on the water soon again any way—you settled for patting down the rest of your body and changed into extra clothes.

After Tyler managed to coerce you into putting on sun block (he was strict about it, likely leftover from his swimming days, while you tended to be lazy about it), it was back to lake where each of you set off in a kayak.

And even though he had won the bet earlier, he took mercy and neither of you had to row in the garish orange kayak; a mercy on both pairs of eyes, to be sure.

The sun turned sweltering before it had even reached its highest point, the heat feeling like pin pricks all over your body. The water definitely helped. Between kayaking, swimming, and even a brief diving contest off the end of the dock, you kept cool enough.

Enjoying a late lunch under the shade of a large tree, you felt the pull of an after-lunch nap calling your name.

Tyler noticed the way your eyelids drooped and laid down on the blanket and pulled you into his chest. “Nap time?”

Utterly content, you nodded languidly.

“Alright then, let’s nap.” He pressed a soft kiss into your hair. “Thanks for letting me drag you here. This is perfect...”

The was the last words you heard as the summer heat, filling lunch, and buzz of cicadas lulled you to sleep.

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We could all use a summer day like this. I’m contemplating writing more based on the other boys’ preferences too, but we’ll see. Hopefully this one was enjoyable!

#the covenant #tyler simms x reader #Tyler Simms #the covenant imagines

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wonniexy · 4 years ago

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# MISSING PUZZLE PIECES NEED TO BE FOUND | yang jungwon.

— 8784 HOURS: OUCH, I FELL FOR YOU

words: 2k

pairing: JUNGWON x reader x jay (mentioned)

genre: angst.

spirit!jungwon, fantasy!au, boyfriend!jay

cw/tw: language, mention of death, angst, lost love

notes: I wasn't planning on making this into a angst chapter :((( + it is not proofread! Beware of grammatical errors!

prompt: 70. "Stop visiting me! It's getting pretty annoying..." "Shut up, you love it when you get to see my face."

Sleep.

How beautiful is it to lay your head on the pillow, after a day of those that feel way too though, close your eyes and immediately go on a journey into one of the parallel worlds that your mind can create every time Morpheus takes you in his arms?

It's beautiful, for you. Almost magical.

Except for those nights when the dear son of Ipno and Nyx decides not to turn into a dream, but into something you've started to hate since a few months ago. And the fact that, each time, you manage to wake up but the thing doesn't seem to want to go away, is making you, simply put, freak out. Completely.

Or, at least, that is what you tell yourself.

You sigh heavily as you manage to open your eyes and stare at the figure sitting comfortably cross-legged at the end of your twin bed. He's smiling, the bastard, you think.

"Could you please stop, what do you call it? Visiting me? It's getting pretty annoying."

"Oh, shut up." He replies, with his usual giggle that, though you'd never admit it, always manages to make you smile internally. "You love it when you get to see my face."

"I'd have to argue with that." You say, crinkling your tired eyes. You yawn. "What do you want now, Jungwon? What do I get this time? What did I do?"

"Oh," the boy, or he who, long ago, had been a boy, begins, settling in closer to you and shaking his head so that his thick brown hair becomes more shaggy, "I'm not here by anyone's will but my own. I have the night off." He shrugs.

You look at him, gripped by an innate desire to choke him with your own hands, and clench your hands into fists. "If you have the night off, why the fuck are you here?"

"To talk?"

"At three in the morning?"

"It's the only time I can interact with anyone - you, so yes. At three in the morning."

"Jungwon..."

"Y/n..."

"Fuck you! Go back to wherever you came from and leave me alone!" You yell, grabbing the pillow from behind your back and throwing it in Jungwon's direction.

"You're looking pretty aggressive tonight." Jungwon scoffs, promptly grabbing the pillow before it can even think of having a chance to hit him. "Did something happen?"

You roll your eyes, only to sit up and hit the covers furiously. "Jay." You say. "Jay happened."

"Why am I not surprised at all?" Jungwon laughs a little. "What did he do this time?"

You scoff. "What he does every time: he doesn't listen to me." You close your eyes and sigh, only to bring your hands to your face and scream, or something purportedly similar, all your anger into them.

"He left me, again. Meaning, we broke up. I guess. He says he loves me, then he suddenly doesn't anymore. Then he loves me again. And I... I try to explain everything to him, Jungwon." You look at your friend (the one you tell yourself you can't stand), sitting next to you but still too far away to be touched. You start to cry in frustration and close your eyes again.

"I try. I always try to tell him that whatever happens can be fixed and it can be fixed if we work together."

If only your eyes were open and looking in front of you, you might see Jungwon's face sadden. It's not the first time he's seen you in this condition: desperate, crying, scared. All because of what you call your boyfriend three times a week and four times not.

Jungwon might lie, now. Lie, again. Lie like he has been doing for the past seven month and a half when he visited you every night, without missing one: despite the fact that you were asleep and couldn't feel his presence. Lie like he has done in his previous life, even if this isn't his second one.

This time, though, lying doesn't seem to make sense to him anymore. It's wearing him down. It reminds him of the time when he was alive and telling lies led him to survive one more day, until there were no more days and he couldn't help it anymore.

You don't really cry; you've never really been able to. Not for Jay and your entire relationship (if that'swhat it can be called), at least. You have your hands clenched tightly on the blankets and you open your eyes almost with difficulty, as your slight sobs subside in the warmth of Jungwon's hand on your covered by a faint layer of cloth shoulder.

Never before had you felt his touch.

He told you he couldn't touch you, or he would have had to leave. Forever.

He told you it was one of the rules he had to follow to make himself earn a new life to live to the fullest, this time.

But now his hand is on your shoulder, and you seem to panic, because even though you can't stand his nocturnal visits, you love him. You love him like he was your long lost brother. He listened to you, all this time. You know a lot about him, as well. You hit it off, as he would normally say.

You don't want him to leave.

"Why did you do that?" You ask, your eyes wide and trembling and your gaze leaping from his hand to his face." You had... You said you weren't allowed to...why- are you fucking out of your mind?" Tears threaten to fall down and you try raising one of your hand to grab his arm and move it away from you before it's too late, even if you don't know when too late is.

"Oh, shut up." Jungwon says, almost laughing – his usual, playful laugh, despite the tone of his voice hinting at unspeakable sadness. "I don't have much time, now, so you're going to listen to me, okay?"

You nod, slowly, in rhythm with what you wish were your own beats.

"I have loved in the past. In my only life." Jungwon begins. "Maybe even too much. And I've lost. Not by my own will, but by the will of something that, even if I fought hard against, I could not bring down. I never let go, or threw down the sword of my love, because that person...oh, y/n, that person was my person. The one. The missing piece of my personal puzzle."

His hand burns on your shoulder, and each sounding word pierces your heart. Ij between tears, you begin to wonder if Jay is the missing piece of your puzzle, if you are the one of his own, or if both of you are the missing piece of someone else's puzzle, lost and hidden among a thousand other pieces and a thousand other boxes.

"And it was like that. That person completed the puzzle perfectly. We could have been framed, placed in plain sight on the largest wall of a luxury home, but the whole thing we had got lost. My ultimate puzzle piece was ripped away from me; it was stolen from me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Lying was my job; lying was what I was trained and supposed to do. Lie about who you really love. Marry the one who will help you grow: not growing up, but growing money and success. But I did not want it and, at some point, I messed up. I was no longer able to hide my forbidden love, my real love. I didn't want to. I thought it wasn't fair. And I ended up paying the consequences of my actions. One by one."

Since you've been knowing him, you never saw Jungwon cry: cheerful, carefree, bastard. The spirit, as he called himself (or as you wanted him to call himself), always showed up in your room with mirth etched on his face. You had asked him how his life had ended, he had answered, but it wasn't tragic and it wasn't sadder than any other death.

He just died, peacefully, his children all grown up and his family by his side.

He never talked about his feelings.

This time, however, the story is different and the tears are not only seen: they are felt deep inside. Each of his tears holds sadness, grief, anguish and repentance.

They all flow and flow and flow profusely, without stopping for a single moment and without letting you see Jungwon's languid dark eyes clearly again.

Your tears seem to follow what Jungwon's ones do.

"I come to see you to make sure you don't follow my steps, because we may have a different story, a different way on how we should handle things, but the moral is the same: don't do what can lead you to live unhappily."

Jungwon cries, but he still manages to speak clearly as he always does.

You want to hug him, hold him and apologize for everything, even though you are not to blame. And neither is him.

"You don't have to lie to anyone. You don't have to. Just stop. Stop. Stop." His voice breaks from sobs. "You're only hurting yourself. And I, after tonight, will no longer be here: there will only be a faded memory of me left in your teenage mind, and that memory will fade and fade and fade again, until it becomes a haze. So, do the right thing, okay? For yourself.

I stopped lying, and I lost, because it wasn't what I was meant to do. If you stop lying now, you will win. Because you are free. And you'll be even freer later, and you'll find your missing puzzle piece. You will be able to live with that missing piece, making it into a found one."

Jungwon's presence bothered you, the first few times. Then, it became pleasant, but to him you never admitted it. Now, as you watch his body dressed as a normal 17-year-old in these years (which aren't his, but which he's tried to get used to) slowly fade until it looks like nothing but dust fluttering around your bedroom, you realize you don't want him to leave.

"You're my best friend, Jungwon." You find yourself saying, crying hard and then harder. "You're my best friend, and I hate to tell you this just now. And I want to hug you, tell you that whatever happened in your previous life you didn't deserve it and that I will never forget you. And I'm so fucking sorry, because you're not going to live a second life because you wanted to help me."

He keeps on fading, but his tears don't stop scrolling. Neither do yours.

"I'm going to stop lying, I'm going to listen to you, and I'm not going to forget your eyes, or your deceptive smiles or your laughter and your inappropriate jokes."

You hear him laugh and mutter a few words you could swear by are "I would do this for you again. Give you a chance."

Then, you just know he can't answer you anymore, because he keeps fading, flying, going away, but you hear everything he would like to keep saying to you, and once again, you close your eyes.

This time, to not see him disappear from your life. Forever.

"I will not forget you. I will find my missing piece. I will complete my puzzle. I will always have you as my ally."

"I love you."

What if I told you that Jungwon is smiling, looking at you and hearing your words, wherever he is now?

#enhypenwriters #enhypennetwork #enhypen jungwon #enhypen #jungwon x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst

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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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FIC: Welcome to Backwater ch.18 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch has already dealt with the local sheriff about his adventures in the local woods. Seems like Edge might have a thing or three to say.

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Read it here!

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It was funny how some things become automatic. Stretch was still thinking about Buford when Edge came into the store not long after the sheriff left. Still thinking about those strange white eyes of his, wondering at exactly how much he could see. How much, how far, how deep did it go. Stretch knew a little something himself about seeing a bit too much.

Still, habits were habits. Even though his mind wasn’t necessarily working in the here and now, Stretch automatically stood up straight and greeted Edge when he came in, customer service skills were a heck of a learned trait, even if he was the only one who worked here that had them.

“morning, hey, what’s up? what do you—" need, he didn’t get to say. He barely had time to notice that Edge didn’t look like his normal gorgeous self, hips notwithstanding. Sure, he was wearing his normal motorhuckle gear and he was walking like he was on his way to kill Captain America. But he looked pale, his skull chalk-white and stark, his eye lights faded to a shade closer to dull pink.

That wasn’t what cut off his ‘can i help you’ spiel. Nope, that was Edge stalking right over to the counter and around it into the register area. Stretch found himself roughly pulled into Edge’s arms and held in a painfully tight hug that nearly threatened to crack ribs.

Okay? This was new but fuck it if Stretch wasn’t going to go for it. He wrapped both arms around Edge and squeezed back, relished the feel of that long, lean body against his own, even buffered under a layer of leather. “um. hi?”

Edge said nothing, only held on, with all ten fingers digging in through the back of Stretch’s t-shirt and damned if he was gonna try fight his way loose. Was it his imagination or was Edge shaking a little? Or maybe that was the earth moving under his feet because Edge smelled so good, no bone cologne could compare. Like spice and woodsmoke, like the heavenly pies he made for Mama’s.

Nothing to be done for it, might as well dive into the deep end and see if he could drown. Stretch closed his sockets and basked in it, reveled in it. Maybe this was some weird frosting on top of an already bizarre cake but Stretch really wanted his slice.

After a minute, Edge was showing no signs of letting up and much as Stretch would’ve been perfectly fine standing like this all day, probably he should say something. It’d be pretty hard to run register if he was stuck to Edge like a conjoined twin and considering that they were sort of the same person, maybe better not to risk it.

It was just a damn shame that Stretch was so shitty at digging beneath the layers of other people’s traumas. Hell, he could barely take a shovel to his own.

He managed to work up enough air to wheeze out, “is…something wrong?” A horrible thought occurred. What if he wasn’t the only person the lady ghoul went to visit last night? Maybe she took the nickel tour of the woods, maybe Buford’s all-seeing eye blinked and missed something. “is frisk okay?”

“Yes,” Edge choked out. His voice was muffled into Stretch’s shoulder. “Everything is fine.”

Stretch shifted in his arms and only managed about an inch in any direction. “don’t take this the wrong way, but as fine as this feels, you don’t seem fine.”

That didn’t get any reply. Instead, Edge loosened his grip just enough to press his face into the hollow of Stretch’s collarbone where he inhaled deeply, mouth opened as if he wanted to taste whatever scent gathered there, get the whole experience.

Um. Holy shit. Okay, well, that was a fetish Stretch never knew he had, and if he wasn’t pinned like a sardine in Edge’s kung-fu grip, he might’ve honest to angel flailed at the feel of damp, hot breath against his clavicles. Every time Edge decided to go through his scratch ‘n sniff routine, it sent willie wonkers tingling right up his spine and right down his pants. All he could do was grit his teeth and stare blankly up at the ceiling as he tried desperately not to embarrass himself any more than the usual.

Finally, all too soon, Edge drew away. He took two steps back, putting some distance between them. He seemed almost embarrassed now and Stretch could only reluctantly let him go.

He was really, really grateful for his work apron right about now; good for catching dust and gook, with a side bonus of hiding inconvenient boners. Hopefully it wasn’t the not-at-all-a-pencil-in-his-pocket that chased Edge away. “not that i mind, like, really not, but you think you could let me in on what that was all about?”

“I’m sorry,” Edge said, stiffly. He crammed his hands into his jacket pockets and looked anywhere but at Stretch.

“uh, nope,” Stretch shook his head, “no apologies, hugs are free real estate.” He’d been this close to Edge before a couple of times but always before there had been distractions. Now looking at him was the distraction and Stretch let his gaze linger on the razer-sharp lines of his cheekbones, the tight narrowing of his eye sockets. The crack that ran through his left socket was obviously old, the edges worn relatively smooth, smoother than their owner.

Edge still didn’t look at him, not directly, anyway. A flick of his eye lights towards Stretch, then back away as he said, tightly. “We came very close to losing you last night. It was…upsetting.”

Oh.

Well, good news traveled fast, didn’t it, basically at the speed of light around these parts. He wondered glumly if Red was in his apartment busily composing a profanity-laden symphony titled ‘I Told You So.’

“How did you know?” Stretch sighed out. Maybe Frisk was tuned in to the local airwaves or Edgar Allen might branch out into branches instead of corn gossip.

“Buford,” Edge admitted. “He is the town constable, he looks after the town. Literally, in his case.”

Also had a big mouth, seemed like. “yeah, uh, he showed me his eyes.”

“Did he?” Edge seemed surprised, then pleased. “He usually wears his sunglasses. He rarely takes them off when he’s on duty because outsiders tend to find his eyes unsettling. But yes, it’s his duty to watch out for problems and he does it well.”

Stretch nodded slowly, “must be tough on him sometimes, seeing all that.” He had a little personal experience in that.

“Buford does his duty,” Edge said with a certain finality. Welp, looked like that topic was done and Stretch was fine with that since Edge was starting to look a little calmer. His eye lights weren’t on Stretch’s but lower, focused more on the mouth region and when Stretch flicked his tongue across his teeth nervously, those crimson lights went heavy and dark.

To his disappointment, Edge didn’t go for Ginormous Hug 2: Electric Boogaloo. Instead, he reeled back, shaking himself visibly and turning towards the door. “Well. I only wanted to check in on you, I should be going.”

“wait!” Stretch blurted and Edge hesitated, raising one browbone. “don’t go, not yet.”

He waved a hand in offering at the stool behind the counter and after a moment of hesitation, Edge stepped around the dog and took it. Mutt never stirred, burrowed down in the blanket Red had laid down for him, snoring away. Good thing they hadn’t been in the market for a guard dog.

Stretch hopped up on the counter to sit, (hey, his butt was cleaner than the whole store had been when he first got here) and wondered what the hell to do now. He’d wanted Edge to stay and now he didn’t know what to talk about. Every other chat they’d had was about some kind of Backwater weirdness, the peanut butter and pickle sandwich version of a conversation. He wasn’t sure he even knew how to have a white bread and butter chat.

Edge seemed to agree. He swiped a finger along one of the shelves behind the counter and checked the results, finding it to be relatively dust-free. “The store is looking much better since my brother hired you on.”

“yeah,” Stretch latched on to that topic gratefully, it was marginally better than bringing up the weather. “try to keep up on it. he’s paying me well enough for it, plus room and board, figured i can do my mr clean impression.” He gave the top of his skull a pat. “i’ve already got the bald part down.”

Edge made a rough, scoffing sound and even that was somehow delicious in that voice of his. “I suspect most of what fills up your board comes from my kitchen.”

Stretch suspected the same but leapt to his landlord’s defense, anyway, he owned Red that much and more. “hey, red is a damn fine microwave wrangler when he puts his mind to it.” Okay, so that was less of a leap than a trip and miss, but he’d tried. Maybe better to steer the topic boat out of the rapids and into calmer water. “my bro likes to cook, too.”

“Is he very good?” Edge leaned forward curiously, propping his chin up on a hand.

Woah, wait, abandon ship, that was not calmer waters, that was a storm a’brewing, a freaking typhoon. “good is relative,” Stretch said stoutly.

“Ah,” One corner of Edge’s mouth curled up into a smile. “Rest assured, I would never force you to disparage your brother’s cooking. If it’s any comfort, my recipes were somewhat unique when we first came here as well. Like the garden, it took some time for my skills to come into bloom.”

“seriously?” There was a little too much naked relief in that one word but fuck it, Blue wasn’t here to hear it, “so how many years until he’s less ‘nailed it’ and more ‘chef’s table’?”

That half-smile widened. “Time is also relative, as are brothers. How is your brother, I’m assuming he’s still back in Ebott. Have you spoken to him since you came here?”

Welp, he’d avoided the storm only to end up in shark-infested waters, wasn’t that just his luck, “sort of,” Stretch hedged.

Edge’s teeth parted in a silent ‘ah’ as he successfully decoded that message. “You texted him. Well, that’s better than leaving him completely in the dark.”

“i think he’s doing okay. he was even before i left.” He really hoped so, but then, Blue settled in easily enough from the start. From the Human’s perspective, his bro looked a little like he’d stepped out of some kind of cartoon. He was small and adorable, his starry eye lights in his huge sockets were as cute as if Disney blessed him from beyond the grave. Stretch didn’t begrudge his brother for that, ‘course he didn’t, but that didn’t make his own experiences easy cheesy. “frisk was pretty right about ebott. when it comes to monsters, it sure isn’t backwater.”

“I’m sorry.” Said with enough quiet sincerity to make Stretch shift uncomfortably.

He shrugged weakly. “eh, not your fault.”

“No, but I can still let you share your pains.” Edge reached up and took his hand. He rubbed a scarred thumb gently over his knuckles and Stretch caught his breath. “You know, I used to dream about coming to the surface. Back in my world, in the Underground. Frisk told you that it was a place of LV, not love. My brother and I spent much of our time there simply struggling to survive.” The reminiscence in Edge’s voice held no hint of fondness, but there was a certain faint wistfulness. “I had such grand dreams of what the surface world would be like back then. Hope was difficult to come by in my universe, I never truly believed a human would come and when they did, well.” Edge chuckled and there was the fondness missing from before. “Frisk was not at all what I imagined.”

“did the surface world live up to your dreams?” Stretch asked, curiously. His own dreams of the Aboveground were shaken to their foundations barely an hour into the sunlight, when the first Humans to arrive greeted them not with welcome, but with automatic rifles.

“In some ways,” Edge said. “Mostly, it’s very different from what I imagine. But like Frisk, not necessarily in a bad way.”

“ebott is sure fucking different then i imagined,” Stretch only realized how hard he was squeezing Edge’s hand when both of their joints popped. He loosened his grip, then pulled away entirely, picking up the pen from the counter to fiddle with; at least if he broke that, he’d be the only one stained. “doesn’t matter, anyway. i’m not there right now, am i.”

“Indeed not. You’re here, and Backwater is probably as different from Ebott as it is the Underground.” Edge stood in a jangling, creaking rhapsody of leather and buckles. “On that note, I do need to get going.”

Stretch stood too, hopping down from the counter. Much as he’d like Edge to stay, he did have some work to get done and who knew what Edge needed to get back to. “thank you for checking in on me.”

“Of course.” Too fast for Stretch to do more than blink, Edge leaned in and Stretch stood frozen as he pressed a chaste kiss to his cheekbone, the delicate scrape of his teeth almost ticklish against sensitive bone. He pulled back before Stretch managed to gather up all his scattered wits, and his smile was the soft, real one as he said, “I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”

“soon,” Stretch parroted dumbly. He stood there like an idiot and watched Edge leave, only coming back to himself at the jangle of the bell over the door. Then he cursed himself, roundly and in every language he knew, including modified flamespeak. Smooth moves, there, Marvin Gaye, couldn’t even turn your head for a real kiss? Just stood there with crotch plug store book and didn’t even try to kick it up a notch? But he’d gotten one hell of a hug and a hand fondle, that was worth nearly getting eaten by Lady Cthulhu out there.

Well, almost.

“mind not getting your sop all over my counter?”

Stretch whirled around, barely managing not to trip over his own feet, to see Red standing in the hallway entrance. He was leaning heavily on his cane with a brutally unimpressed look on his face.

Fuck.

“i’m sorry—” Stretch began and faltered, unsure of what to say. He’d tried to listen to Red, he really had. He’d warned Stretch against starting anything with his bro from the beginning, offered plenty of warnings against rebound fucks and people getting hurt, and Stretch had tried. Except he hadn’t, had he, not really, and he could try to blame Edge’s hips and that gorgeous voice all he wanted; in the end, it was his fault, just like everything else. He hadn’t really been fighting that hard, why would he, it wasn’t like he wanted to win.

Red only sighed heavily and waved him off. “ain’t nothing to be sorry for. toldja before, i ain’t worried about my bro. you’re the one keepin’ me awake at night.”

“speaking of worrying,” Stretch took a deep breath before plunging forward, away from the sharks and heading into the shallows where the piranhas swam. “look, before anyone else decides to spill the beans, i need to tell you something.”

Red held up a hand and Stretch fell silent. “lemme get my coffee first.”

Coffee sounded better than it had any right to and, in his chest, Stretch’s soul gave an uncomfortable lurch like it could hop out and get a cup of its own. Hopefully, he asked, “can i get some?”

“yeah, sure,” Red turned back towards the apartment and tossed back over his shoulder, “whatcha want in it?”

“honey?” May as well dream big.

“yeah, darlin’?”

What? ”No!” Stretch blurted. “I mean…I didn’t…”

“yeah, yeah,” Red snickered. “i gotcha, brat.”

It was both entirely too long and much too quickly that Red made his way back with two heavy white mugs that looked as if they’d been stolen from Mama’s diner. He handed one to Stretch and settled in to lean against the counter, sipping from his own. “so, this about why you and my bro were cozying up behind the counter?”

“uh, sort of,” Stretch hedged. He stalled by taking a sip of his coffee, glorying in the thick, over-sweetened brew. “he came by because buford got a hold of him.”

Red lurched upright as if someone goosed him right on his tailbone. Hot coffee sloshed over his hand and he hissed, shaking his wet, stinging fingers as he demanded, “he did what now? what the fuck happened?”

“it’s not that bad.”

It was a weak attempt at best, not that it mattered. Red didn’t fall for it in the slightest. He didn’t move, there was no noticeable change in his breathing or posture, but the sardonic humor that seemed to cling to Red like another shirt evaporated entirely and left behind nothing but cold sincerity. “buford don’t exactly text, he don’t get ahold of anyone unless—” Red stopped and gave Stretch a coolly assessing glance that he squirmed beneath. Quietly, he said, “kid, what did you do?”

“i didn’t do it!” Stretch blurted and no amount of defending himself to his own brother or even the Ebott police could have prepared him for this. “the dog ran off, but i didn’t go into the woods! not until—there was this…this thing!” Stretch gestured wildly, trying ineffectively to convey with skinny bone hands the shadowy, awful creature that lured him into the dark last night. He couldn’t hold back a shudder of revulsion, simply thinking about it was filling him with a renewed sense of horror. “it looked like a woman and then it didn’t, she was singing, she was doing something, and i couldn’t stop myself, i couldn’t even think!”

He stopped, panting, and Red said nothing. He only stood there statue-still and Stretch would have given about anything for the door to open, the bell to jangle as someone looking for a fresh supply of ass wipers broke that awful silence.

Desperately, Stretch pressed on, letting out a nervous laugh. “anyway, i’m okay. she didn’t touch me or bite me or anything. i got out okay.” He didn’t mention the bone dragon, wasn’t even sure why, but Red was still frozen and silent over hearing about one terrifying encounter, maybe better not to mention two.

“red?” Stretch tried, hating how his voice sounded so small and forlorn. In a dismal corner of his mind, he was already mentally packing his bags. He couldn’t go back to Ebott, not now, not yet, but where else could he go, what other job could he possibly find? Maybe a waiter at Mama’s or maybe the thrift shop needed a helping hand. He didn’t know. The little money he had wouldn’t last long and definitely not in a bigger city. He didn’t really have any options, no choices at all.

He jerked back as Red suddenly jolted into movement, limping around the counter without his cane. He staggered almost drunkenly and then swung around to violently ram his fist into the first rack of the shelves. The wooden frame rocked and groaned, scattering boxes and cans to the floor on either side. A small bag of cornmeal fell and burst open, scattering dusty yellow across the floorboards.

“i…i’ll just…” Stretch couldn’t say go, he couldn’t, saying it would make this real, and he couldn’t let it be real. He took a step towards the hallway, tasting heavy tears on the back of his tongue.

Red’s voice stopped him, “kid.”

Stretch stood there and watched Red wrap both arms around himself. The fingers of one hand were streaked with marrow, he’d probably cracked his phalanges, but Red only shuddered faintly, drawing in a long breath and letting it out in a shaky rattle as he said, “if i’d’ve known she was awake, i woulda warned ya.”

Oh.

Oh, that made a terrible amount of sense and it didn’t make Stretch feel one fucking bit better to realize that Red wasn’t mad at him.

“it’s fine, red,” Stretch said, gently. It was hard to bank his own fears, but he managed, “it’s not your fault. i’m okay.”

Red heaved out a hitching little sigh and Stretch didn’t need Buford’s powers or his own magic to see that Red didn’t believe that, not even a little.

“okay,” he muttered under his breath, low and indistinct, “okay, okay.” Then louder, “okay, kid, get on out of here.”

“you’re firing me?” Stretch blurted, horrified. He’d begun to believe it was all right, more fool he, hadn’t he had the rug ripped out from under him enough times by now, when would he ever learn?

“what?” Red said, aghast. “fuck no! take a little time off, is all, after a shitty night like that, you need it. go see a movie, ‘wizard of oz’ ’s playin’, think it’ll be right up your alley.”

Relief left him weak, but he made no move towards the door. “but. your hand?”

“what about my hand?” Red raised his browbones and his hand at once and Stretch stared at the clean, pristine bones in confusion, what the fuck, he was sure he’d seen—

“okay, but,” Stretch still didn’t want to leave, some part of him vaguely convinced that if he left he wouldn’t be able to come back, like this shabby little store was some kind of fae place. “here, let me clean up.”

“i can fucking clean,” Red said impatiently. “been doing it since long before you got here.” He hooked his perfectly unbroken thumb at the door, “now, git! scoot!”

It seemed better not to comment on Red’s cleaning skills. Stretch hung up his apron and obediently scooted while Red limped over to the broom.

Outside, the temperature was just above a swelter. Stretch headed towards the theater even as the kids pulled up by the shop and dropped their bikes to head in, about five minutes too late.

Red had the right idea, he decided tiredly. A movie sounded like a good idea right about now. If, that was, he could stay awake through the opening credits.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #welcome to backwater

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smalltowndetective · 4 years ago

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31 Days of Wayhaven-Strong

@31daysofwayhaven

Admittedly kind of nervous of posting this one, hopefully it turned out okay!

(The Fae as showed here are likely wrong. I have been digging through Sera’s asks for more information about them, but at the current moment, there is just not much that is known about them. I tried my best to show them in the best way possible, so I hope that it worked out!)

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Title: Quiet Strength

Pairing: Felix and Thea

Words: 2.5k

It was a wonder to Thea how she ever became a detective.

Back at the police academy, she was known for being a bit of a weakling, the “little flower” of the cadets, and it did not help that she was the shortest out of all of them. Thea hated everything to do with any amount of blood and gore, and while she learned how to use a gun, she never had (and likely never would) shoot at a live target with it, and to add all on top of that, she had no combat skills whatsoever.

She was not half bad at the deduction courses, anything about knowledge and critical thinking coming easier to her, but where Thea really shined was her skill with people.

Not so much with interrogations, unfortunately, the stress of the situation often getting to her, and the fact that she was probably the least intimidating person in existence, but with the people that came into the station. Thea was the one that the officers sent all of the grieving families toward, saying that she always seemed to know the right thing to say, but she never felt like she did. She just gave them a shoulder to cry on, and did her best to stay calm when they were not as receptive, knowing that she was seeing them on what was likely the worst day of their life.

Thea had been told constantly that she would never fit in with the big city cops, but she never let that bother her, because as soon her training was complete, she knew she was going back home to Wayhaven.

Her promotion to detective was a complete surprise to her. She had assumed Tina would get it because she had been there longer, or they would bring someone new in. Thea was only two years older than Douglas, and she had not been an officer for an incredibly long time. Part of her wondered if she had gotten it just because of her father, but at first, she was able to push this away, trusting that she got it on merit.

Then Unit Bravo came to town, and the doubts started to settle in more and more. What was she going to do against an angered supernatural, talk? Thea had poured herself into research about the supernatural world, but even with all of the knowledge she had acquired, she never felt like she belonged in the team. All of the others had their own specific skill sets that all added something, but Thea did not feel like she had anything to offer to the team.

Which is why she was surprised when Adam asked her to do the first sweep of the mission with him.

Felix had been against the idea of the two of them separating, and truthfully, she was as well, but she decided to go with Adam’s plan anyway, curious as to why he would ask her to go with him.

So now she was here, outside of one of the run-down houses in the woods in Wayhaven, freezing, following Adam through the dark. Thea was out of her normal sundress, with a sweater and jeans instead, but it did not do much against the chill of the night. Her small flashlight was the only light she had, and she supposed she had Adam’s night vison as well, trusting him to lead the way through the dark.

Thea tried to look at the house with the little light she had. It was half crumbling at this point, and the owners of the land no longer lived in Wayhaven, so here the house stood, in the middle of the woods, with chipping white paint and black shutters starting to look crooked from the passage of time. They had been notified of a potential hostage situation in the area, which is why the team decided not to send all of them at once, but Thea was not quite sure what she would offer over one of the others.

“Detective”.

“Yes?”, she called back, going to stand next to Adam, who had stopped just outside the front steps.

“Be as cautious as you normally are”, he said, “We don’t know what we are walking into”.

Thea gave one last look behind her, almost hoping to see a pair of amber eyes gleaming in the dark, “I will”.

Adam nodded, seeming satisfied with her response, and they strode off to the front door, quickening her step to keep up with him.

The front door was unlocked, which is struck her as odd, and even if the grip still felt foreign in her hands, she grabbed her gun, despite knowing it would not do much against the supernatural, and they made their way inside.

The owner of the house had left shortly after his wife died, and the house was left to sit as it was. Light blue curtains had become shredded over time, with the furniture full of scratches and water stains, the wooden floor rotting in some places. It was probably not safe to be walking through the house with these conditions, but there was not much else that they could do.

“I’m going to look down the hallway”, Adam said, “You take the main room”.

“Sounds good”, Thea said in response, and started looking around the room. In most parts of the room, everything was covered with a layer of dust, but she noticed the kitchen table did not. In fact, it looked like someone had put something on top of it recently, making almost a shape, but it was hard to tell what it was in the dark, and the electricity had been cut to the house ages ago.

She continued to look through the kitchen, opening the drawers to see if anything was there, but Thea did not find much more then normal kitchen appliances, and her chest fell.

I guess whoever was here took everything they had with them.

A loud crack of wood, followed by a scream that was definitely not Adam broke through her thoughts, and she raced back to where he had gone.

Thea found Adam outside of the very back backroom, a heavy lock on the ground, broken into two, the wood splinters from the door all over the ground, his knuckles bruised, but healing as she ran up.

“What’s going on?”, she asked him, turning her flashlight to face him in the dark, and when Adam did not answer, seemingly in disbelief, she looked inside the room with the now broken door.

Inside the dingy back bedroom, the room empty besides a single blanket and camping lantern, was a little girl. Though Thea was not quite sure, she looked like some sort of fae, with bright green hair that fell to her shoulders, her eyes completely blue, with a small shimmer of white ,her skin almost having an orange tint, and she was dressed in tattered hides that were similar to the ones that Felix was wearing in the memory from the carnival, and her heart tightened at the thought. She looked about four years old, but there was really no telling how old she was due to how supernaturals aged differently them humans. Thea looked back at Adam, who the first time in the time she knew him, seemed at a lost of what to do.

“Hey”, she said, smiling sweetly and kneeling down to her eye level. Thea them realized she might not know English, and while she knew several other languages, the native language of the echo world was not one of them, but she continued anyway, “My name is Thea, and this is Adam. We’re here to get you out of here.” She used Adam’s name, even though she knew that he would not likely appreciate that in order to create some level of familiarity with her.

“Out?”, she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, looking back at Adam with frightful eyes.

“Yes”, Thea said, “You never have to come back here. I promise”.

“Is there anyone else here?”, Adam asked.

The girl said nothing is response, seeming even more on edge after he spoke.

“I think whoever was here is long gone by now”, Thea said, turning back to Adam, “But we need to get her back to the others”.

Adam nodded, “I can. I still haven’t checked the master bedroom, and it seems to be best if you did.”

“I want to go with you”, the little girl’s voice cut in, moving closer to Thea and putting her hand on top of hers.

Adam shook his head, “Fine. I’m going to wait to process the rest of the house until the rest of the team gets here. One of us needs to stay behind in case they come back.

Thea nodded, and she got up from off the ground, and offered her hand to the girl, who took it, and she carefully led her out of the house together.

As they walked onto the porch of the house, it struck her just how dark it was, and how the small flashlight she did have was barely doing anything to light up the vast expanse of the forest.

“I’m scared”, she heard the girl mutter, who started hanging onto her leg, and Thea gently brushed her hand through her hair.

“It’s okay to be scared”, Thea said, “But I’m going to be here every step of the way”.

She picked her up, letting her head rest on her shoulder, as she trudged through the forest, trying hard to fight the urge to run, instead taking careful steps, keeping the flashlight steady, and thinking about seeing the team again after this moment of fear, especially one in particular.

Thea finally made it to the main road where the rest of Unit Bravo was waiting, the streetlights adding some warm amber glow to the surroundings, and let herself breathe as she saw the others.

“Thea!”, said a voice that never failed to make her smile. Felix stopped pacing, and almost ran up to her, and she could feel the girl move her head at the voice, “You’re back!”.

“I am”, she smiled, and both Nate and Mason came walking up to her as well.

“Where’s Adam?”, Nate asked.

“Still back at the house”, she replied, “He wanted me to get the rest of you before he finished processing”.

“Any sign of anyone else there?”, Felix asked, “And I’m guessing she’s the hostage we were told about?”

“Someone was”, Thea said, “But they are long gone by now. And as far as hostages go, she is probably one of them, but there is reason to believe there may be more than one.

“Why would they leave her behind?”, Nate said, looking worryingly at girl in her arms, and he gave her a smile.

“I don’t know”, Thea sighed, and she slowly set her down on the ground, her still holding onto her leg.

“We should get going”, Mason interrupted, and Nate nodded in response, then turned to Thea.

“Are you staying behind with her?”

“I am”, she said, looking back at the girl.

“Can I stay with Thea?”, Felix asked.

Mason snorted, and opened his mouth to say something, but Nate got there first.

“Yes. It’s better if none of us are out her alone”.

Felix beamed at that, and as Nate and Mason walked into the woods, he walked up to her, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

“Glad to see you’re okay”, he grinned, and even though it was said lightly, it was meant more serious than he had intended.

“The same to you”, she said, trying to fight down a blush on her cheeks.

He smiled at her again, a softer one this time, and then looked down at the girl, “What’s your name, kiddo?” He then paused, and then repeated his question in echolian, and Thea noticed that he frowned slightly as did so.

“Arethusa”, she whispered, and Felix smiled back at her, before turning to Thea.

“So, what happened?”

Thea went through it from the beginning, and told him the story, describing the house and finding Arethusa, and he stayed silent and listened to her, which surprised her a little, expecting him to say something, and it started to worry her about how quiet he was being.

“Do you think she’s from the echo world?”, Thea asked him, and he could feel him tense at the question.

“Probably”, he shrugged, not meeting her eyes, and Thea gently grabbed one of his hands, and at the gesture he grinned back at her, but it struck her as a masking one.

“Are you okay?”, she finally asked, and Felix gave a small laugh.

“Of course, I am”, he said, giving her a smirk, “When am I not?”

Thea could feel herself raising an eyebrow at the statement, which caused Felix to sigh.

“I’m okay, Thea”, he whispered, “I promise”.

She did not fully believe him, and not quite sure what to say, she ran her thumb over his wrist the same way that he had down the same for her countless times, and he gave her a genuine smile that never failed to fill butterflies in her stomach, letting herself get lost into his amber eyes.

“When are we leaving?”, Arethusa suddenly said, and it jolted Thea out of the moment, feeling awful for forgetting about her for a second.

“Whenever the rest of my team gets back”, she said, looking back into the expanse of the trees, as if expecting them to turn up then.

“And when will that be?”

“Hopefully not much longer”, Thea responded, not sure if she was saying that for Arethusa or for herself.

And to the luck of the three of them, it was not long afterwards that the rest of Unit Bravo came through the trees.

“Anything?”, Felix asked as they walked up.

Nate shook his head, “No. Someone was using the master bedroom as a base of operations of sorts, but they were careful enough not to leave anything behind.”

“What’s going to happen to the girl?”, Mason’s voice cut through, sharp, and Thea could feel Arethusa’s grip tighten around her leg at the sound of it.

“We’ll take her back to the Agency”, Nate said.

“She can ride in my car”, Thea brought up, “We’re all going back to the warehouse after all”.

“What’s going to happen to her?”, Felix asked.

“We’ll figure it out later”, Adam said, “Let’s get back first”.

Felix gave her hand a reluctant squeeze of goodbye before going to the others, and she heard a voice that she never expected to hear say her name.

“Thea, can I speak to you?”

She turned, to find it was indeed Adam, her name from him seeming foreign to her. He had never called her by her first name.

“Yes”, she said slowly.

“You did good work”, he stated simply, “It would have been hard to complete the mission without your help”

“Uh, thanks?”, she responded, never would have expected that to come from him.

He nodded, and then turned to go walk back to the rest of the team, as if that was all that needed, and as Thea thought about it, she decided that it really was.

Arethusa climbed into the backseat of her car, and Thea drove off, following the Agency car where the others were, and she allowed herself to smile, finally starting to feel at ease with the fact that maybe there was something she had to offer this team.

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #twc #detective thea holland #felix hauville #felix x detective #f hauville #31 days of wayhaven

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enchantedlokii · 4 years ago

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Obstacles

Chapter Two: Breathe

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Mentioned: Howard Stark, Peggy Carter, T’Challa, Shuri, Okoye, Thanos, Abraham Erskine, Johann Schmidt

Bucky huffed as he turned over in his bed, glancing towards his closed door. He had been trying to sleep for hours now but was still wide awake. He wasn’t exactly surprised, either. This happened every time he tried to sleep somewhere new. He had just gotten used to the hotel room he had been staying in when Steve invited him to come stay with him in Brooklyn, and he wasn’t sure how long it would take him to get adjusted to the new environment.

He sighed and closed his eyes again. He knew that he was safe here. He wanted to believe he was safe here, but his mind was awake, coming up with different scenarios that were possible but highly unlikely to happen. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the endless cycle that he knew would last for days.

He thought about Steve’s offer; that he could come and sleep with him if he wanted to. He silently wondered if it would help. Maybe being with someone he trusted would make him feel safe, but he wasn’t sure. And he definitely didn’t want to bother Steve even though he knew his friend wouldn’t mind.

If he did fall asleep, he knew that there was a chance that he would have nightmares. He would freak out and probably wake Steve up. And then there’s was a chance he might hurt him. He had woke up defensive in the past, prepared to fight off a threat that wasn’t really there. Luckily, there was never anyone there for him to hurt. If that happened and he was with Steve, he didn’t know what might happen. He couldn’t risk it.

Bucky growled to himself and turned over again, catching a glance at the digital clock on his nightstand. It was past one in the morning already. He wasn’t completely sure what time he went to bed, but he knew it was before eleven. Steve had seemed exhausted, so he insisted that they go to bed. He knew he could have stayed up, but he doubted that Steve would go to bed unless he did.

Bucky smiled a bit, remembering a time when they were kids and had a sleepover. They had been at Bucky’s house and pulled out the couch cushions, deciding to sleep in the living room. His parents didn’t mind as long as they cleaned up their mess the next morning. They had sat up for hours listening to the radio. Bucky wasn’t tired yet, but he kept hearing Steve yawn. He had insisted Steve go ahead and sleep, but he countered that he wasn’t tired. Only fifteen minutes later the younger boy fell asleep, his head falling against Bucky’s arm.

Bucky sat up in his bed and turned on his lamp, taking his journal and jotting down the memory. It was becoming easier for him to remember things now. Most of the time he didn’t have to refer back to the journals like he did when he first left Hydra, but it was nice to write them down. He enjoyed writing, anyway. He had never told Steve, but he kept journals all throughout their childhood and even into adulthood. He tried keeping one in the army, but it became harder after Steve rescued him the first time. He still wasn’t completely sure why, but maybe it was that things he really wanted to remember were few and far between. He didn’t like to write about battles and missions, so he would only write about spending time with Steve and the Howling Commandos. Occasionally he would mention Howard and Peggy as well. He wished that he had those older journals with him now, but he was sure they were long gone by now. Maybe he could ask Steve later and see if he had any ideas on where they might be.

His mind back on Steve, Bucky glanced towards the door again. Slowly, he slipped out of bed and went to crack the door open. He leaned his head out into the hall, trying to listen for any small snores coming from the other bedroom. But Steve didn’t snore. Not since the serum. So he heard nothing.

Frustrated, Bucky walked back over to his bed and laid back down, reaching to turn off the light. He closed his eyes again, trying to go to sleep, but sleep never came. When he looked at the clock again, not even an hour had passed. He was sure that the night couldn’t go any slower.

He thought about giving up on sleep. He could get up and go watch TV as long as he kept the volume low. He thought he had seen a radio in the living room as well and considered trying to find some music to listen to. He couldn’t remember the last time he listened to music. He could even look through the books in the bookshelf that he had seen by the TV. He liked to read when he was younger. But none of that really sounded appealing to him at the moment. Because as awake as he was, he wanted to sleep.

Sighing, Bucky got back up. He took his pillow and started towards the door, creeping out into the hallway. He stopped outside Steve’s door, listening to the sound of him breathing on the other side. He considered going in, but decided not to invade his privacy. He knew that Steve said he was welcome, but he still felt like he shouldn’t just yet. It was too soon.

Instead, Bucky put his pillow on the floor beside the door and lied down. He didn’t intend on falling asleep. He didn’t think that sleep would come. He just felt safer hearing Steve breathe. It reminded him that there was someone there that cared about him and wanted to keep him safe. Someone that he knew would never hurt him even when he couldn’t promise the same.

It was a sense of comfort that he could never really remember feeling. He had felt safe in Wakanda, but it was different. He didn’t know anyone there. T’Challa, Shuri, and Okoye had been nothing but kind to him, but he knew that he didn’t really belong there. Wakanda was a place where African culture was cherished, and not all people were fond of allowing a white person to live there. Many of the children in his village had been confused, always asking him where he come from and why he was there. He didn’t mind, really. He knew that children were curious, but it was tiring as he still struggled to heal after the torture he had been through.

Then before Wakanda, when he had been in Romania and the many other places he stayed for a few days at a time, he never felt safe. He knew that Hydra was looking for him, and he knew that there were many agencies that knew he existed and wanted to take him out. He was a threat and a murderer. To some of them, he wasn’t human. So he always had to watch his back.

But now? People knew that he fought alongside the Avengers against Thanos. How they knew, he had no clue. He could only guess that some of the others had been interviewed after the fact. For the first time since the war, he wasn’t seen as a criminal anymore. He was a hero. He didn’t have to worry about his windows being busted open in the middle of the night anymore. He didn’t have to worry about every little sound that might be a gunshot. But his mind didn’t want to realize that yet. His mind didn’t want to see that he could finally breathe.

Bucky didn’t remember falling asleep. He wasn’t sure how late it was when his body finally gave in, but the next thing he knew he woke up with sunlight pouring down the hall. He groaned and rubbed his eyes with his good arm, freezing when he realized there was a blanket draped over him now. Steve has beat him up. He knew that Bucky had slept outside his room. And that edged him closer to panic.

Slowly, Bucky got up, gripping the pillow and the blanket with one hand and making his way to his own room, putting it away. He read the clock and saw that it was afternoon already.

A groan escaped him as he made his way to the front of the house. As he got closer, he smelled food and slipped into the kitchen. Steve was at the stove working on some kind of pasta. He turned and looked as Bucky came in, smiling at him. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hi,” Bucky mumbled, moving to sit down at the table. “You should have woke me up. I don’t need to sleep all day.”

Steve shrugged slightly. “It’s been a long week,” he reminded him. “I slept later than I normally do myself. Went to the store and picked up a few things and just got back about half an hour ago. I was going to stop and try to get you a phone but they were closed today. I didn’t even realize it’s Sunday.”

Bucky shook his head. “You don’t need to buy me a phone anyway,” he told him. “It’s not like I talk to anyone anyway, ya know.”

“Yeah, but you can do more than just talk on phones now,” Steve told him. “You can listen to music and read books and play games. And I at least want you to have one for emergencies.”

“You can listen to music on them?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

Steve nodded, turning off the burner and draining the pasta before bringing his phone over. He tapped on a green symbol and a list of music came up. He clicked on a playlist and placed it on the table beside Bucky. “You can make playlists and everything.”

“Please picture me in the trees

I hit my peak at seven

Feet in the swing over the creek

I was too scared to jump in

But I, I was high in the sky

With Pennsylvania under me

Are there still beautiful things?”

“I’ve never heard this,” Bucky told him, peeking at the screen. “It’s pretty.”

“It’s newer,” Steve told him, finishing up the pasta now. “The whole album is nice. It kinda helped me through everything while. . . While things were different.”

Bucky nodded, knowing what he meant. While the dusted were gone. He didn’t say anymore, just listening to Steve softly sing along to the lyrics. It wasn’t often that Steve would let anyone hear him sing, so he relished it. He was one of the few people who had ever heard his singing voice.

“Sweet tea in the summer

Cross your heart, won’t tell no other

And though I can’t recall your face

I still have love for you

Your braids like a pattern

Love you to the Moon and to Saturn

Passed down like folk songs

Our love lasts so long”

Steve took a plate and placed it in front of Bucky, scooping out half of the pasta onto it. Bucky smiled at him. “You know I could have done that myself, right?” he asked.

“I know,” Steve replied, taking out another plate and dumping the rest of the pasta onto it before getting them each a fork. “Maybe I like to serve you.”

“You hate serving and you know it,” Bucky chuckled. He had always been the one to cook when they were younger. Sometimes it was more of a necessity. When Steve was sick, Bucky would cook for him. But as time went on, he realized he enjoyed it. It came in handy when he was on his own, though he wasn’t as good at it now as he once was. “But thank you.”

“And I’ve been meaning to tell you

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And I think you should come live with me

And we can be pirates

Then you won’t have to cry

Or hide in the closet

And just like old folk songs

Our love will be passed on”

“Cooking was always your thing,” Steve shrugged. “I don’t mind it now, but I’m not as good as you are at it. But as much as you’ve served me before, I think I owe you at least an occasional home cooked meal.”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m not as good as I used to be,” he admitted. “But I don’t mind to cook. It’s useful to be able to. They always made me cook at camp before you showed up.”

“That why they were so grumpy when I came?” Steve asked, his eyes sparkling a bit when he turned back to Bucky, sitting down across from him at the table. “They threw tomatoes at me because no one knew what to do with them.”

Bucky struggled not to snort, lowering his head towards his plate. “I’m still mad I wasn’t there. I never got to see your little dance.”

“Please picture me in the weeds

Before I learned civility

I used to scream ferociously

Any time I wanted

I, I

Sweet tea in the summer

Cross my heart, won’t tell no other

And though I can’t recall your face

I still have love for you

Pack your dolls and a sweater

We’ll move to India forever

Passed down like folk songs

Our love lasts so long”

“You do not want to see that,” Steve grunted. “It was ridiculous. I told Peggy that they made me a dancing monkey. They were all too scared of Erskine’s experiments. Without him there, they didn’t want to risk anything. They were afraid I would end up like Schmidt, I guess.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Bucky huffed. “Then again, the whole thing was messed up. I still can’t believe you willing let them experiment on you. You’re an idiot.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I like to think I turned out just fine,” he said, grinning up at him. “Now eat before your food gets cold.”

Bucky knew that he just wanted to change the subject, but he let him. He smiled at him and ate his noodles. For the first time, he felt like he could breathe.

#mcu #marvel #avengers #post endgame #stucky #steve x bucky #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #white wolf #winter soldier

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jesscopeland · 7 years ago

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hospital visit.

a chat in which jess goes to visit jace in the hospital post-josie trauma.

INCLUDED: jess & jace ( also jace’s mom how cute ) MENTIONED: josie... a lot. hugo & leah.

@jaceofmystery

After the teenagers left him in the hospital, he urged them to leave, lest Josie follow. Jace assured them he’d called his family (half lie) and friends (lie). The only person he’d called was Leah, since she worked at the hospital and could cover for him until the morning. So he spent the night there, making his sister promise to tell their family he was staying at Matty’s.

His condition was not good upon first arrival. According to the doctors, he’d broken a couple ribs and hairline fractured some others. His face was swollen and bleeding from the punching and the only explanation Jace could think to give them was he was mugged and didn’t see his assailant. So they kept him on painkillers and strict care all night. When morning came, he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. Fortunately, Josie hadn’t come to finish the job, so he decided it would be safe enough to let his family and friends know where he was.

He called his parents first and, from there, he was finally gaining the courage to text Jess. His dad went back to work, his siblings were still at school but his mom was outside talking to the doctors and police. Finally he was alone. After drafting about 6 different texts, Jace finally settled on ’I’m okay but I got into a mess last night so im at the hospital. Im just letting you know before my siblings do. Again, im fine so don’t rush over.’ Before he could press send, Jace heard hurried footsteps outside and the door open.

The last few nights, Jess had barely been able to sleep. Not with the horrific, reoccurring images that flashed through her mind every time she closed her eyes. She could still smell the tangy scent of her own blood, smeared all over Josie and the metallic sting of a needle in her arm as she tried to thrash and found herself paralyzed by magic. Jess had never known fear like she had that night, trapped in Josie's office and she hoped she never would again.

While she was often used to talking to Jace almost daily, there were often times when the two of them got so busy with different assignments and responsibilities in life that they took a kind of silently agreed time out. Jess was good at dropping off the face of the Earth sometimes and by now, it seemed that Jace had learned not to chase her, knowing she'd come back when she felt like it. The pain meds she'd been on though recently made her sluggish, her arm burning and aching in the night no matter what side she leaned on, her neck stinging with every shower she tried to have, plastic covering the bite wound. But the worst of it was coming down from the coke high she'd never given consent to. Not being a user of hard drugs, she was lucky, given that it dispersed itself from her body pretty quickly and didn't linger too long. Still, though, she felt violated. It didn't matter how dark she made the spare room in Thiago's apartment and how many blankets she hid under, there was clear evidence on her body that what had happened to her, hadn't been under any of her control. That was a weight on her chest for days and frankly, she hadn't intended to get out of bed on the third day had it not been from the text she'd gotten from Leah. Not overly descriptive, but carefully constructed, Jess read the hospital room number over and over in her head as she hurried down the hallways of West Hollow Hospital, desperately looking for the one she'd been told he was in.

Rushing through the door with a little too much force, Jess stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Jace uncomfortably propped up in bed, looking as bruised as a peach. Her eyes were wide and stuck to him, lips parted for lack of knowing what to say. He looked like shit. But then, so did she. Her left arm was bandaged from wrist to elbow, neck patched, cheek lightly dusted with purple, and lip busted, currently healing. The two of them looked like a match made in Hell, and for once, Jess just felt at loss for words.

Jace jumped a bit at the sound of the door swinging out wildly and his eyes widened when he realized it was Jessica. Leah was his first thought to why his girlfriend stood at the doorway in front of him now, before he could even send a text to her. He was about to become a bit annoyed at his sister before all thoughts were immediately interrupted by the sight of the bruises on Jess’ face and the bandages on her body. What kind of force in the universe decided that the two of them would end up like this? What kind of luck did they have, that he couldn’t spend a day away from the world without one of the most important people in his life ending up looking like she’d just survived a bear attack. Suddenly, he forgot they were in a hospital. He forgot he was in a hospital bed, trying to heal a couple broken and fractured ribs. None of that mattered for a moment. She looked like something terrible had happened.

In fact, that was now the only thing he could think about. He almost panicked, thinking up scenarios about what could have happened to her. It started to anger him as a thousand thoughts raced through his head, especially about who could have hurt her. Had it been some random human who tried to hurt her? More likely it was a supernatural, a supernatural he now wanted to fight more than any other since the vampire who killed his vampires. Fortunately she was right there, okay. It was the only thing that didn’t make him flip out. At least not completely. “Jess, what-,” he started, moving to get up and immediately regretting it when it sent a sharp pain up his chest. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes for the first second as the pain ran it’s course.

Her brown eyes stuck to him like glue, not blinking and eventually stinging because she’d been staring at Jace for so long, unable to move. As if the last few days hadn’t been a shock enough to deal with, seeing him banished to a hospital bed was really the last thing Jess hoped she’d be forced to deal with for a long time. She wasn’t sure how much more she could handle. When he spoke though, his voice grounded her and caused her to un-pause herself. Taking a half step forward, it was just the first movement to oil her joints before she flung herself to the side of his bed quickly and sat on the edge by his hip, hands coming to land on each side of his face in worry. “I’m fine. I’m so fine, look. I’m fine.” She insisted, scooting closer as he grimaced, trying to ignore the look of pain on his face because it only upset her more. Her eyes jolted all over him as if checking Jace over for scrapes and bruises, trying to assess the damage. Whatever was going on inside him to make him wince like that, it had to be bad and she needed to know it wasn’t fatal. “I was so worried, I thought — well I didn’t know for sure...” Her expression reflected her emotions, eyes turning glassy. “But I heard what happened. She told me she attacked you, I was so scared. I just—” She told him, looking up from his middle to his face, taking her hands back only to grip one of his hands with both of hers. “I hadn’t heard from you... If I’d know this was why...” She didn’t even know what she was trying to say anymore, everything was just spilling out of her, emotions running wild. “Jace, why didn’t you call me?" She finally managed, feeling sick with worry and also a fleck of betrayel. Maybe things had changed between them, maybe there were certain rules of being boyfriend and girlfriend they weren't paying attention to... but for the most part, Jess pitted it down to their friendship. They were still best friends. He was like her other half.

Jace heard Jess running over and cursed his goddamn ribs for making this all harder than it needed to be. “I’m okay,” he muttered distractedly, noticing how her eyes jolted all over his body but focusing on whether or not the same was true for her. He just wanted her to be safe and happy. In their relationship, she was not suppose to be the one frantically worrying about the other. As if making that point to himself without meaning to, Jace looked her over closely when his eyes stopped squinting from the pain and she was right beside him, having taken his face in her hands and insisting she was alright. He’d believe it when he had more proof. It was hard to deny how terrible the bruises and cuts looked. But hopefully it was just that - external wounds. Magic and normal violence put together made for a lot of ways in which she could be suffering from something worse that he just couldn’t see.

Her words forced him to focus, and he watched her speak with a heavy heart, noticing all the ways in which she looked ready to cry, throw his pillow or yell angrily. Or all of them put together, he could never be sure with Jessica Copeland. Mostly, he just felt bad that he had to make her worry when he hadn’t died. It’d been an incredible feat, really, he’d readily ask Nolan for a raise if the man even paid him with anything but food during meetings and encouraging texts. “Listen, I’m fine,” He assured her, hand coming up to her face. “Just a couple broken ribs and bruises, nothing that can’t easily be fixed,” he said as his gaze went from her eyes down to the bandage just below his hand on her cheek. He gently and slowly moved his hand down to it, eyes now narrowing. “What happened?” Jace asked. He met her eyes again. “Did someone do this?”

Her eyes widened a little at ‘just a couple broken ribs’ because that hardly seemed like something to be so casual about. Looking down at his middle again, she felt a wave of tremors again. God, if she could kick Josie into space the next time she saw her, she would. That vampire was the devil and supernaturals like her — they needed to be stopped. They were the whole reason Mystery Inc. existed in the first place.

But the worst part of the entire situation then followed as Jess felt his fingers drift from her cheek to her neck to where crusty, healing holes lay covered by gauze. Anyone in West Hollow walking around with a neck patch was Vamp bait, everyone in Mystery Inc. knew that. And anyone who knew Jace, knew about his specific hatred for vampires. Jess did what she could not to bring them up usually, to spare him from having to think about what they’d taken from him once upon a time, but now, even as she leaned back a little and covered the patch with her own hand as if to hide it, there was no protecting him from what had happened.

“I... went to Lestat...” She lowered her eyes in shame, looking at the hole in her her jeans because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle the look she knew Jace was going to give her. “I just wanted to ask around a little, I wanted to know who that guy was my dad was fighting with. I needed to know for sure it was a supernatural... I know it was stupid,” She admitted in a mumble, hesitating over what to say next. “Anyway, Josie didn’t appreciate me poking around so...” She trailed off, finally finding the courage to slowly look back at Jace, leaving the rest assumed.

As soon as he heard the word ’Lestat’, Jace tensed and he held his breath. Oh no. Oh no, Jess. Goddammit. His jaw clenched, teeth gritting together so he wouldn’t speak up what was on his mind in that moment. There was no reason she had to go to a place crawling with vampires alone. Ever. He thought she knew that, but maybe she thought about how he’d feel doing it. Maybe she wanted to spare him. Suddenly he was angrier, and it was directed at himself.

His hands tightened into fists beside him. The one tighter then the other raised a couple inches before pushing down into the mattress of the hospital bed. “Did you think you couldn’t bring me with you?” He asked, controlling his tone as best he could but it sounded almost like a desperate, angry kind of disbelief. He unclenched his fingers and put his hand over Jess’. “I’m serious Jess, if you even, for a second, thought I couldn’t handle going into that place… You can’t do those kind of things alone. No matter what. I don’t care if you’re trying to sneak into a vampire’s nest or hell, you’re not doing it alone. Not because you can’t handle it, but because we’re suppose to be in this together.” Before anything else, he had to make this clear to her.

She could watch the change in his expression happen right in front of her. She saw the muscle in his jaw flicker and the way his eyes looked straight through her because he was thinking hard about something else. When that happened, she was so used to being infatuated with it, watching the literal cogs turn in his mind before he came up with a great plan or smart reason. But right now, all she felt was guilt and embarrassment because she knew she shouldn’t have done what she did, and yet...

“No, Jace, it wasn’t that—” She tried to start, her voice coming out like a childish whine but he was adamant about making his point. She felt scolded, even if his touch was gentle and even if he was just being worried about her like usual. Her eyes dropped to her lap again as he continued, and she let him until finally, it was too much. “Ugh, look, I know that, okay?” She claimed finally, her frustration with herself and the entire situation putting a strain on her voice that might have made her sound like she was mad or offended. She wasn’t. “I know I fucked up, I know I shouldn’t have gone by myself and I know I said a bunch of stuff about not doing things like this anymore but I saw a chance so I had to take it... Any of us would have,” She began to rant, before cutting herself off and gesturing to him. “And if we’re so in this together, how come I had to hear you were in here from your sister?” She accused suddenly, a little hurt by the fact now that she’d had time to process it. Now that she knew he was safe. “Josie said she attacked you. She told me right to my face after she chained me to a chair and harassed me all night.” That was one way to put it but the details were still too humiliating to go into. At least in this moment. “And all I could think about,” Jess continued, voice lowering now and brows set in anger. “Was what I would have done to her if I’d been there.”

For a second, Jace worried he’d angered her. But he’d seen the guilt prior and he understood how she was when someone else scolded her. The amount of times he’d seen it from her father or a teacher at school was enough to convince him of that. And he felt guilty for having to talk to her like he didn’t completely understand why she’d do something so stupidly reckless. Hell, even he had done something like that on occasion. But he also had planning and fear on his side. Jess tended to be quick to act and fearless, like a hero straight out of an action movie. He’d seen enough movies to know how they could end up. As much as he admired her, he also worried. That was no secret.

“I was just texting you now,” Jace explained defensively, holding up his phone just for a second before he continued. Now it was his turn to feel like a guilty child. “I didn’t tell anyone except Leah last night because I wasn’t sure if Josie was going to show up here again. I couldn’t risk anyone of you like that - especially when I couldn’t do anything to protect you.” He used a hand to gesture to himself. “Leah works in this wing, she was bound to find out and I had to make sure she wouldn’t say anything till morning.”

He sighed quickly, shaking his head. “Listen, last night I wasn’t planning to go anywhere near Lestat, but I saw a guy I was keeping tabs on. I just wanted to see where he was going and before I could leave him be when he entered the Lounge, the bouncer got to me. Josie found out who I was and I couldn’t do anything to stop her.”

She felt bad for making him explain why he hadn’t texted her, because even if they weren’t together — she still would have demanded the same from him. But now, she worried more about the little things, things she’d never even considered before. Was it okay to be pushy? Was she allowed to feel hurt? How much of themselves did they owe each other before they weren’t their own people anymore? She wished she knew the rules here but she didn’t, so for the time being she could only go with her gut and her gut said they both had messed up. So bad, it had almost cost them their lives and that was serious. “Yeah well turns out I couldn’t do anything to protect me either,” She admitted in defeat, looking down at her arm then. It still ached a lot and stung if she hit it against things. Her luck, the blade was rusty, her blood would turn to sludge eventually and Josie would be mad she’d missed it.

“Those fricken bouncers...” Jess muttered to herself in anguish, looking away from Jace for a moment but she supposed they were the real idiots here. That list of their names was probably traveling through the supernatural grapevine faster than a virus, and any of the Mystery Inc. kids would have to be stupid to think that they weren’t going to be picked up immediately in clubs like Lestat. She hadn’t thought about this until now, but it explained a lot, and if anything Josie had probably thought herself unnaturally unlucky to bag the both of them in one week. “How did she do it?” She asked finally, mustering the courage to want to know. Normally, Jess was as curious as they came, but looking at Jace plugged into machines and bandaged made her recoil from wanting to know the truth for once. Uncharacteristically, she was scared of it. “Your ribs,” She reached out then and put a hand just below his sternum, a touch lighter than a feather as not to put any pressure, hating the weird plastic clothes hospitals made people wear. It didn’t feel like Jace, it wasn’t familiar. “What did she do?”

Jace followed her gaze down to her arm, stomach tying to knots as he focused on the sight of it. Josie had done this. All of this. Apart from what had happened to his parents, he never wanted to find vengeance so bad in his life. She would pay for everything that happened and he’d find a way to get her to suffer 10 times what Jess suffered. The thoughts surprised and scared him slightly, but they were true. As shy and as gentle as Jace usually was, he would never, ever stand idly by while the people he loved got hurt. Especially not by a vampire. A vampire took his family once before, and he would prefer every bone is his body broken or death before it happened again. As he looked at Jess now, he decided to officially swear that to himself.

He almost smiled at her mutterings, picturing a small angry Jess yelling a huge bouncer to the ground. She could do it, he didn’t doubt it. But the anguish in her eyes prevented the smile from forming. Perhaps, in all the darkness, his mind just wanted to find some more light. With Jess, it was easier to do that then with most. Jace immediately hesitated at the question, looking reluctant to answer. But, of course, he couldn’t ask from her what he wouldn’t be willing to give himself. “… She threw me across the room. Vampire strength, you know.” Jace quickly changed the subject. “But I had enough adrenaline to not really even feel it much until after I got away. I know a lot of you guys didn’t think the taser watches would be much use against a vampire but…” He smiled gently, trying to lift her spirits.

At the story of him being flung across the room, Jess cringed. The two of them weren’t exactly a hundred pounds of muscle, so she could only imagine him having collapsed like a noodle with ribs splintering inside him. It reminded her of how she had almost broken her own wrist from yanking on the shackle. A puny piece of metal, anchoring her to a chair that weighed three of her. Useless. “I’m gonna kick her ass, I swear, I’m gonna...” Jess didn’t know what she’d be able to do to Josie, given she’d been able to do nothing during their last encounter, but damn the intention was there. Looking back at him when he mentioned the watch though, Jess was suddenly alert. “Are you for real? You tasered her?”

Jace shook his head, sighing at Jess swearing to ’kick Josie’s ass’. Not even the 7 of them in Mystery Inc. could physically take down an experienced vampire like her. Of course, she knew that. Still, when Jess spoke like that, he always knew there was a lot of intention behind it.

There was a bit of a subtle smile when she asked, her tone seeming a bit disbelieving to him. “I never tested the full setting on the watch before, but… it worked.” He said. “I left the point lodged in her skin and took off the watch. It was enough to give me time to crawl into a vent and get out. Although I had to mess with the lounge a bit so she wouldn’t follow.” He explained, getting less happy about reliving that whole thing as he finished explaining. Really, he just wanted to know every detail of what happened to Jess but he knew to be patient with her. Perhaps now it’d be fair to ask.

“A vent?!” She jerked her chin forward in surprise, and for a moment, it felt like they were younger again and he was relaying the twisted plot of a Sci-Fi movie he’d watched recently that Jess didn’t have the attention span for. A wild, adventurous tale that she could wrap herself up in the fantasy of. But no, this was better. It was real life. “You crawled away in a vent? You absolute spy!” She nudged him then in the shoulder sharply, before wincing and apologizing fast for being rough and forgetting his medical state in the heat of the moment. Finally, Jess was smiling, despite the initial facts.

Jace couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, thinking back on simpler days when the two would tell each other grand stories about movies he’d seen or places Jess had been. These less simple days, the two told far grander tales, but none of them as innocent as before. It was real life now, and not a very safe one either. Jace couldn’t help but laugh a little at the punch on the shoulder, since it didn’t really hurt and he loved to see her smile like that. It bothered him to have to interrupt it so soon. “It sounds cool now but trust me, it didn’t feel like it.” The doctors had suspected he’d done a lot of bad moving around despite his ribs breaking and he couldn’t deny it but he also couldn’t claim it was a life or death, move your ass or die situation. “... But you didn’t give me all the details of what happened with you.” Jace prompted gently. But he had to know.

The smile remained, even if it softened at his words. She liked that Jace was always the unexpected hero of his stories, that he didn't go in guns a'blaze like Nolan or fists at the ready like Harper. He had his own sense of survival and if it hadn't been for his quick thinking and need to protect the people he loved, Jess knew that a lot of the times they'd run into conflict, it had been because of him that they'd escaped worse fates. At his next question though, she sighed, looking down at her fingers. "They're not fun details." She warned him, glancing at the doorway of the hospital room then and deciding to get up and close it fully. Not that that would help against any possible supernatural hearing, but she felt safer regardless, it just being the two of them.

Coming back to sit on the spot she had been before, one leg tucked underneath her, Jess sighed and looked at the ceiling for where to start. "I don't remember all of it in order, it kind of just feels like flashes in my memory, different parts of the night all stitched together somehow," She recalled. "Josie had a knife that she was threatening me with, that's why I got this." She showed off the bandage covering her entire forearm. "Then that guy — remember that night we went to go find that supernatural party? The one that apparently didn't exist?" She snuck a look down to Jace then, feeling her cheeks get warm because... well... it was a hard night to forget. But for fear of wallowing in shy embarrassment, Jess brushed over it quickly. "So I think I met him. I know some were saying that Josie's seeing this guy, Hugo. I think it was him. He interrupted our argument and when I thought that was going to be my out, things got... like ten times worse." She hesitated, holding up a hand in a gesture to back her statement. "He um... Well, so he gave her these shackles? And she uh... basically cuffed me to this big ol' antique chair, it wasn't going anywhere so neither was I. I guess that's why she keeps it there..." Jess felt her throat threaten to close up just at reliving the memory, voice wobbling a bit as she tried to remain calm and casual. It wasn't working. "She just did a lot of taunting for a while. Then he poured some drinks and they did some coke... It was like something out of fucking Pulp Fiction..." She stared at a spot on the wall away from Jace's bed, eyes getting a little glassy so she blinked quickly, trying not to appear upset despite having to swallow hard.

"So there's this thing they do uh," She frowned suddenly. Clearing her throat, she straightened up and collecting her hands together as if to visually aid her explanation. "Where they put stuff into people's bodies so they can, I guess, get this like second hit out of them when they drink their blood. She made it seem really common but now I'm assuming it might not be, but basically she..." Jess hesitated, avoiding looking at Jace and instead at her hands clutching the air like their was an invisible ball in her palms. "I mean, she basically just... she put it — the coke — in me so you know, she could... get it out of me again." It was the worst explanation she could have given, she thought, but she felt so awkward on explaining it and while maybe she was just talking about a drug and some fangs, it felt more invasive than that. She could still hear the scream she'd made the moment she'd felt teeth in her neck. "I don't really remember what happened after she bit me. I don't really... remember much of how I got out or how I even got to Nolan's...." She frowned then, but the issue there was that it was a lie. She didn't know why she was keeping it from Jace; the fact that she'd watched the demon's hand move, his lips locked with the vampire in a pornographic display that Jess wished she could forget and feeling the shackle around her wrist come apart. He'd let her go, she was sure of it but how would that make any sense? She didn't know if she'd hallucinated it or what, but she still had that photo on her phone. One she looked at when nobody else was around, herself covered in blood and Josie posing for the camera like a maniac. Jess stared at it, the psychosis in her eyes and her smile, wondering what the hell had happened that night because she sure as hell couldn't explain it.

Jace frowned, worry growing at the suspense, watching her get up and close the door. He was silent as she sat back down beside him. Every moment stuck in this hospital bed was bothering him more and more. He couldn’t move to give her more room or even put his arm around her for comfort. So he listened patiently, trying not to react too much and discourage her. But after showing the wound on her arm, Jace’s forehead crinkled in a subtle reaction of anger. Silent, he nodded to acknowledge remembering the suspected demon. He was so focused on the information, he didn’t realize the implications of remembering that night.

He still thought about it everyday. Of course he remembered the best moment of his life, but Jace was a man of focus and didn’t think of anything else because to him, that mission and that kiss were two completely different things. He didn’t notice what Jess indirectly implied until she met his eyes and Jace remembered, heart flipping. There was a shy, very subtle twitch of his lips.

Then Jace continued listening, growing more and more horrified by the second. He was tempted to stop her from continuing as she stared off to spare her further pain but she continued. And getting the memory off her chest was important, he knew. Jace didn’t think he could be more horrified until she explained what Josie had continued to do. He held his breath, staring in complete and utter shock mixed with disgust and a growing rage, moving through him slowly but consuming like a forest fire. Jess’ voice and expression was rain, putting out the heat and quelling the fiery rage that gave him the urge to get up and find Josie and Hugo to pepper them with bullets.

The fact Hugo had let her go was surprising by it didn’t do much to distract him from the horrors he had just heard. Jace gulped and then slowly shook his head. There were no words. He took her hand and squeezed it, giving her a moment to relax before speaking. “They’ll pay for everything... I promise.” There was a strong emphasis on the promise and the controlled anger evident by tightness of his voice. He meant it.

It felt good to get it all off her chest, even if it had hurt a little to go back to that place in her mind. Blinking out of the moment when she felt something touch her fingers, Jess looked down at his hand wrapping around hers. The comfort of knowing he was there helped, but it didn't take away the scarring moments she'd lived through. Nor did she expect it was the same for him. "Yeah..." She agreed quietly, almost sadly because she wasn't so sure anymore. Here they were, years older and Mystery Inc. still hadn't really accomplished anything. Maybe there wasn't any point anymore. Maybe their best bet was to get the Hell out before West Hollow swallowed them whole. "I'm just glad we got out of there alive," She sighed, smiling down at Jace. "How long do they say this'll take to heal?" She glanced down at him.

Jace felt as though she needed a moment. After offering a small grimace (an attempt at an encouraging smile), he slowly let go of her hand and sat back a bit against the pillows, trying to relax. It didn't really work, but he couldn't stay tense and angry all day when it wouldn't do him any good yet. He just had to heal and think about all he'd get done when he was let out. "... They say they'll heal 'completely'," his tone gave the word air quotes, "-in about 6 weeks but I can leave in maybe 8 to 10 days... Just don't worry. Leah said I was pretty lucky I only broke 2 easier-to-heal ones. The other ones just have hairline fractures." He tried to sound as reassuring and unworried as he could. In reality, he never felt worried. After all, he was young and had a lot of calcium. The part that sucked was the pain and inconvinience of staying in a bed.

Watching his fingers curl in the air around the word, Jess’s expression turned into a low-brow look of knowing. If someone gave Jace a boundary of his own potential, it wasn’t long before he was pushing to prove them wrong. If she caught him trying to back-flip his way into a situation before six weeks, they would have words. “Pretty lucky is something someone who wasn’t attacked by a vampire would say.” Jess scoffed, half rolling her eyes but then, she trusted Leah. As much as she could trust anybody else that wasn’t her with Jace’s wellbeing. Sighing, Jess finally relented. “Okay, fine. So, six weeks until Operation Spy goes back online... in the meantime, I guess convenient piggybacking and obligatory bag carrying is kind of out of the question, huh?” She joked with a small grin, dark eyes looking Jace over affectionately. “Hey. I’m glad you’re okay.” She gently pinched his arm. “You might be my guy and sometimes my hero when I’m not being as awesome as I think I am — but you’re also my sanity. I need you around. So don't do that again, okay?”

The look she gave him when he explained how long it would take for him to heal, was enough to stop any current plans of risky ventures for the time being. She was right, of course. (All the unspoken words from her expression.) It would be stupid for him to completely jump back into the game while he was still weak. Besides fuck up his bones, it might do more harm than good for the group.

Jace smiled softly and nodded as she joked. A small breathy chuckle escaped his lips at ‘sometimes my hero when I’m not being as awesome as I think I am.’ His expression was affectionate as well, in a subtle, shy, Jace kind of way. He looked at her like she was the answer to all the questions he wouldn’t stop asking. “I promise.” He said with a small huff through his nose. “Do you promise to? And a serious promise, as seriously as you took pinky swears when we were kids.”

Looking at him for a beat of silence, Jess then straightened her spine and thrust her pinkie into the air. “I’ll have you know that there is not a more sacred vow than the pinkie swear. I take it as seriously as a blood oath...” She recited with her nose in the air, then adding quickly with a minor slouch, “Though mostly because blood is super gross. But anyway,” She wiggled her pinkie out for him to take. “I promise that I may do a lot more stupid in my time, but I’ll definitely not do that brand of stupid again...” Jess smiled, then again added, “On purpose.”

Jace laughed softly and gave her his pinkie too, wrapping it around hers. He nodded with a smile on his face. “Good,” he said, putting his hand down again. “I’ll keep you to that, and I’ll keep myself to mine… From now on, if we’re going to get cuts or broken ribs, we’ll do it together.” He said with a gentle smile but a seriousness. “Let’s just hope it never comes it it.”

The door knob jiggled and it swung open to the figure of his mother peaking in. “Jace?” Her eyes widened at the sight of Jess and she smiled widely. _“Oh, Jess, dear! We’re so happy to see you, sweetie. Did you hear what Jace-” Jace interrupted with a long sigh, looking sheepishly at his mother. And just like that they ceased talk of the supernatural and spent some time promising Mrs. Hawthorne they wouldn’t get into fights or trouble anymore. After all the things that went on, it felt a bit good to pretend everything was normal for a bit.

After all, it certainly wouldn’t be too long until their next imminent danger or group drama. Jace shared looks with Jess, both of them seemingly just as eager as the other to take the silly normalcy for however long they had it.

#c: jess #op: jace #jess x jace #discord chat

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thatkidwiththeunkepthair · 7 years ago

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A Second Chance

@syllabicacronyms ended up sending me on a de-aged Alex Danvers fic. I blame them :P

If anyone makes any mistakes, please alert me and I’ll correct it!

Cross-posted on AO3, maybe on Fanfiction.net.

Established Maggie/Lucy

Kara took Alex’s hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze while she stood there. Alex’s back arched and she let out a whining groan. Her head flew back against the pillow as she took some shallow, shuddering breaths.

“It’s alright, Alex,” Kara soothed, running the fingers on her other hand through Alex’s short, sweaty locks. “It’s alright, I’m going to stay right here with you.”

Alex squeezed Kara’s hand hard, and Kara winced as the bones in her hand creaked painfully. She wouldn’t tell Alex, but a few minutes after Alex was hit by the laser, she had Solar-flared while trying to get her sister out of the area. Thankfully, Alex had passed out immediately after being hit. She didn’t have a chance to realize that her sister had lost her strength, no matter how temporarily.

Alex let a sob pass her lips as her chest hitched up and down erratically, as if some of the muscles weren’t on the same page as the others.

On Alex’s other side, Dr. Hamilton was attempting to get an IV in Alex’s arm.

“Okay, Alex,” Sarah said as she slapped at Alex’s forearm, trying to find a vein good enough to use. “I know we’ve had a couple of failed pokes. We’re going to give it another shot. If we can’t get this one, I’ll have to put in a central line or have to get access somehow else.”

She pulled the needle closer to Alex’s arm. She looked up at Alex, who’s eyes were shut tight against the agonizing pain running through her. Tears continued to drip past Alex’s cheeks. Sarah’s heart wrenched painfully as she looked at the woman. Alex Danvers was a hard nut to crack, but this seemed to have broken every dam within Alex’s body.

She took Alex’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Alex, just hold on a little longer, we’ll try and get this pain controlled,” Sarah soothed. She rubbed her thumb over the back of Alex’s hand as she looked up at Kara. She made a motion for Kara to come closer. Immediately, the Kryptonian leaned forward.

“Call someone to sit with her, and get Director Henshaw,” Sarah commanded. “I want you to stay here until someone can come. I’m going to try and get this IV in. I’ll get a vein, even if it takes 15 tries. I don’t want to go to a Central Line when we don’t know what this laser has done to her.”

Kara nodded and grabbed her phone from her pocket. She gave a squeeze to Alex’s hand before she bent down so that she looked Alex straight on.

“Alex, is there anyone you want me to call specifically?” Alex nodded instantly. Kara continued.

“Do you want me to call mom?”

Immediately, Alex tossed her head from side to side, no matter how much pain she was in. Kara smiled at her sister’s responses before she pulled the phone into Alex’s view.

“Type in their number and I’ll call, okay?”

Very carefully, Alex released Kara’s hand from her grip, grunting in pain. Every movement, even the rising of her chest, sent waves of agony through her body. It felt as if her bones were being ground into dust, and her organs being pummeled into puddles. She stopped halfway into grabbing the phone, Alex stopped and her arm dropped to the ground before her hands clutched the blankets. A new wave of tears began to cascade down her cheeks.

Kara let the phone drop into Alex’s lap as Alex doubled over, protecting her midsection.

Alex began to retch violently, sending Sarah into movement. The doctor dropped the IV and grabbed the emesis bag that rested on the bedside table. She managed to get it under Alex’s face just in time for the agent to begin to vomit up the apples slices, peanut butter, and soda that Alex had consumed before the run.

Kara rested her hand on the middle of Alex’s back, rubbing as the adult vomited violently. Before a full minute had passed, Alex had thrown up three times. Each time, the amount was less, but the retching continued. With Alex sitting up, Sarah saw a chance to get a vein that now popped out. Immediately, she took Alex’s hand and, after cleaning the spot, advanced the IV.

It slid forward, and Sarah got the flash of blood that ensured she’d hit the vein. Sarah made sure it flushed before she secured it with tape.

“Okay, Alex, we’re in,” Sarah said as she stood up. She changed out the Emesis bag, frowning when she saw that the food seemed rather undigested. There was something weird going on here. Sarah placed the emesis bag on the rolling table, intending on taking a look at it later, when she had Alex stabilized.

Kara carefully helped lay Alex back against the bed. Alex let out a broken whine when her back came to rest against the mattress and the pillow. Alex panted shallowly, swallowing against the nausea that continued to rise up at the back of her throat.

“I’m going to give you pain medication, Alex,” Sarah said, “and some nausea medication. We’re also going to get you into a scan, to see what the laser did.”

She shared a look with Kara, who had taken Alex’s hand again, and was holding it tightly. She pointed to the phone, and Kara nodded.

“Alex, I need you to tell me who you want me to call,” she said. Kara sat on the edge of the bed, holding Alex’s left hand as the elder Danvers panted and fought against the pain that threatened to overwhelm her senses.

Alex panted as Kara looked her in the eyes. She swallowed and tried to wet her mouth again, but turned green just moments later. Kara squeezed her hand again, and finally, Alex collected her thoughts enough to speak.

“L-Lucy,” she started, stopping before she spoke again. Speaking made the pain in her throat worse, making it feel as if she were swallowing razor blades.

“M-Maggie. Lucy’s n-number on my p-phone.”

Kara nodded and squeezed her sister’s hand again. She looked Alex straight on, noticing that her cheeks were beginning to flush a deep red. If Kara remembered correctly, the only time Alex looked like that was if she had a fever, and one that was rising fast.

“Okay, Alex, I’ll call them, get them here,” Kara promised. She took her phone and found Lucy’s number. “I’m going to step out. You just hold on, Alex.”

Alex, whose eyes had slammed closed as another wave of pain washed over her, gave her sister a shaky nod. Each breath was shuddering and got more difficult as more and more time passed. But she let Kara go. As soon as her sister was out of the room, she let the tension in her muscles go, and let the tears fall down her cheeks without any hesitation.

Alex watched Kara pace back and forth as breathing slowly got more and more difficult. Even just opening her mouth for the prospect of breathing made her body sing with pain. Each breath was timed and planned, just enough to keep her respiration rate around 10, and to get enough oxygen.

Slowly, the world became more and more dim, until her eyes slipped closed as the pain lessened and the difficulty breathing increased. Her body became numb as she let her eyes slide closed, and her chin fall against her chest.

-.-.-.-

Kara closed the door behind her and pressed the call button. She crossed her right arm across her chest and used the left to hold her phone as she started to pace up and down the hallway in front of the med bay. The DEO was silent, as it normally was on a Saturday morning. The night shift people hadn’t left yet, and it showed in the noise letter. She saw Jerry, a nurse, walking down the hall and waved to him as the phone rang.

Come on, pick up you two, Kara pleaded mentally. She lifted her hand to her mouth and absently began to chew on her thumbnail.

“Hey, Kara!” Lucy said as she picked up the phone. She had a hand over her mouth, as to not spray crumbs of toast and peanut butter all over the bar.

“We were just about to call you. You seen Alex? We normally have a run and a gym date on Saturdays, and she missed it today. She never stands us up. Not even when she’s sick.”

Kara heard Lucy take a drink from a drink – most likely coffee – after she spoke. She let out a sigh of relief as she heard Lucy’s voice and stopped pacing. She turned around to look into the room from the glass outside, and leaned against the handrail.

“Lucy,” Kara started, her voice becoming choked as she looked in at Alex. She was still flushed with fever. This time, however, Alex’s whole face was becoming red, not just her cheeks.

“Alex got hurt,” Kara said with a shudder. Very quickly, emotion began to well up in her chest, and tears began to fill her eyes. She quickly wiped at her eyes, taking some deep breaths to try and bring it back into control.

On the other end of the line, Lucy sat at the bar, her toast falling from her hand and landing on her plate. Maggie looked up at her girlfriend as she looked up from her Saturday Newspaper crossword.

“Okay, not hurt, per say, but she’s in the med bay right now,” Kara amended. Lucy let out a sigh of relief, though she knew that something else was coming.

“I managed to talk her into going on a quick run with me around the city to look for crime, and we went to see this guy, he only called himself Kyle, we don’t know what type of Alien he is, but he shot this laser at Alex and she dropped hard,” Kara rushed out, each sentence becoming more and more rushed until finally, at the end, Lucy couldn’t hear the last few words.

Maggie furrowed her eyebrows as she watched a sea of emotions wash over her Fiancée face, and one primary emotion settling in her eyes; Fear. Lucy’s eyes were wide, and Maggie thought she could see a hint of tears in the corners. She held out her hands in a ‘What’ motion.

Lucy grabbed the pen from the bar and tugged it closer. She then grabbed the newspaper, crumpling it.

“Hey!” Maggie hissed, soft enough that it wouldn’t take Lucy’s attention from the call. The comment was mostly for show anyway, as Maggie’s attention has been pulled off of the five-letter word that completed the sentence ‘_ _ _ _ _ of Satan.’

Lucy quickly wrote, making sure to stay clear of Maggie’s crossword puzzle.

Kara on Phone. Alex hurt, shot by laser, intense pain. Not sure what’s going on.

Maggie stopped breathing for a moment as her heart skipped a beat. She snapped her head back up to Lucy, who was speaking into the phone now.

“We’re going to get dressed and get there. Just hold on, Kara,” Lucy soothed as she stood up from the bar. She gestured to Maggie, who followed quickly. Maggie stopped, however, to grab both their cups of coffee so they could down it before heading to the DEO.

Maggie shot straight for the dresser and pulled out a pair of Lucy’s underwear and a sport’s bra, tossing it across the room as Lucy pulled out an outfit for both of them. Lucy, her DEO uniform. Maggie, a plaid t-shirt and jeans.

“Thank you,” Kara breathed out as she looked in at the room. She took one last look at Alex before she headed down to where she saw Dr. Hamilton drawing up medication and getting a kit to draw Alex’s blood.

“Look, we’re –” Kara couldn’t finish her comment.

Then, they heard the alarms go off.

Dr. Hamilton tears out of the medication area, syringes and vials dropping and breaking on the ground. Her hands come up to secure her stethoscope as she runs and an alarm calls ‘Code Blue, MD 3. Code Blue, MD3. Code Blue, MD3’ incessantly.

Kara stops breathing, her eyes wide. She’s stuck to the ground, and can only whisper into the phone.

“Her heart stopped.”

The phone falls from Kara’s hands and then she’s running to Alex’s room.

#Alex Danvers #Saylor Writes A Fic #maggie sawyer #Lucy Lane #De-aged Alex Danvers #Child Alex Danvers

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little-owly · 8 years ago

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can i request Dark making Mark wet himself? 😈💖

pairing: dark/mark

warnings: wetting, violence, death threats, slight balls tourture (???)

(i carried away with this aaaaa pls forgive me)

Mark looked around he dim room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“Wha-where?” he asked, his voice slurred. Panic filled him as he realized his hands were tied behind him, his legs tied to the chair he sat in. Ropes secured around his lower abdomen kept him tied to the creaky wooden chair. He gasped, the ropes worsening his need to urinate.

Mark began to pant, light filling the cold and empty room all at once. At last, he could make out his surroundings - an old run down basement of some sorts. Boxes and junk surrounded him and the chair. Collected dust and rusted walls upset him more. One detail he couldn’t get over was the tripod and camera in front of him. Wait…was it recording?

“Hello there,” said a mysteriously deep voice, he could almost swear it sounded like…, “I see you’ve finally woken up?”

Mark could feel his heart beating faster and faster as he realized who his attacker was. He gulped, trying to keep his composure - knowing the more he reacted, the longer he would keep this up.

“Why am I here?” Mark asked, cringing as his voice broke in between his words. His memories going back to other encounters with this attacker. His memories reminding him of the pain he brought onto him.

“You don’t remember me? That’s rude,” the other purred into his ear, “I’m you. The real you. The one who you keep hidden under that god awful positivity.”

A shiver of fear ran down Mark’s spine as he finally saw the figure move in front of him. It was him, or at least, he thought it was.

This twin of his was much more, alternative. The tips of his black hair dyed red, a black choker adorning his neck. This twin was clad in dark clothing, a matching red hoodie with the sleeves ripped off, a long sleeved black undershirt underneath. The twin’s wrists hidden away under thick spiked wristbands, fingerless gloves on his hands.

“Just call me Dark. Or if you want to get formal, Darkiplier,” he whispered, producing a small blade from the back pockets of his dark jeans.

“You know with this little thing,” Dark sighed, “and the right spot,” he continued, moving closer to Mark’s neck, “I could watch you gasp on your last bits of air - blood running down your chest?”

Mark began to shake, hyperventilating. He watched Dark laugh at his reaction, fear running through his veins as he questioned if this was it.

His questions were answered as he watched Dark slowly put the knife back to his pocket. His deep, rich, and identical, laugh quieting.

“Calm down, pussy. I’m not gonna do that today. Instead, I have a bit of a plan.”

He began to bite his lip, the adrenaline and fear making his control over his bladder worse. The ropes against his abdomen caused more pressure on his urge with each movement.

“You see, it’s not a secret you’re this huge star. Everyone looks up to you, millions of adorning fans watch your videos and donate to your charities,” Dark paused, turning back around to face Mark, “and I fucking despise it. I hate every little goody two shoes fan of yours and that goody two shoes reputation you have.”

“So here’s my plan, and why I have this little thing here,” he points to the camera, the red light blinking back at Mark, “let’s say, someone were to humiliate this famous ‘markiplier’. Let’s say someone were to record said humiliation and said recording landed in the wrong hands. Would your little fans still stick around when they’ve seen it? Would you still be seen as the good guy, or just become the butt of every joke, an absolute laughing stock?”

“Please,” Mark panted, “I’ll do anything, just don’t kill me. I have friends and family-”

Dark slapped Mark square across the face, his glasses flying off and hitting the cold ground below.

“Like I actually give a shit?! I could end you right fucking now! I could cut your throat open and watch you bleed out. I could slit your mouth ear to ear. I could gut you right now and not feel a fucking thing-”

Dark looked down, noticing movement out the corner of his eye. He could see Mark’s legs squirming, trying to close. He could definitely see Mark’s body quivering as he sobbed.

“It’s already kicking in, hasn’t it?”

Mark continued to sob, “what are you talking about?”

Dark slapped him once more, moving away from him to adjust the camera. He set the tripod much closer, getting Mark’s sitting body in the shot.

“What’s a matter? Are you actually scared, pussy?” Dark smirked, his voice somehow deeper than before.

Mark nodded, anything to keep Dark happy. Or at least content enough to not him him once more. He slowly realized Dark had hit him with the spikes on his wristbands, small droplets of blood trickling down his cheek.

“Stop moving your legs.” Dark commanded.

Mark sobbed as he returned to his normal position, or rather the position Dark tied him up in, legs spread wide and the ropes digging into his bladder.

“Now, I want you to tell me how badly you gotta piss, or else I will put you in a world of pain you would not believe. Understood?”

Mark nodded, watching as Dark got behind the camera. He began to sob once more, large tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.

“C-can I use the ba-bathroom? I need to go,” he cried, “please? I-I won’t tell a-anyone about this. I’ll keep qu-quiet. Just let me go to the bathroom.”

“Why?” Dark asked, encouraging Mark.

“Just let me go! Please, I’m b-begging you!”

Dark produced the knife again, making slow steps towards Mark. Mark yelled as he braced himself, not noticing the leak on his lap, sizable and dark.

“No! Please, no! I-I really need to pee, I can’t hold it in any longer. I can feel my own bladder throbbing. It hurts so bad to keep it all in,” he paused. Dark pointed to the wet spot on Mark’s lap. Mark cried as he swallowed his pride.

Anything to stay alive.

“I c-couldn’t hold it. S-see? I can’t hold it because I’m a scared l-little bitch. I can’t even hold my own p-piss like a normal person. Fuck, please let me go - I’m so close.” he gasped, letting his head drop.

Dark shook his head, a smirk plastered across his face. Mark lifted his head and cried out.

“It’s coming out, I can feel it coming out, oh god I’m going to piss myself here - fuck!”

Mark yelled, his voice hoarse, as his body shook violently. Stopping all at once, he could feel it. The warm wet urine running down his legs, under his ass, into his shoes. The hissing of the pee filling the silence of the quiet basement. Mark whimpered quietly as he continued to pee, the blue fabric of his jeans darkening. The pitter-patter of it hitting the hard floor below, the wooden material of the chair becoming completely soaked.

It took a long 2 minutes for Mark to finally stop, dropping his head in shame once more. Goosebumps running up and down his skin as he noticed the large off yellow puddle below him. He cried, feeling the pee under his ass.

“How fucking pathetic. Couldn’t even hold it in for a few minutes. Look at you did to my floor,” Dark said, stepping up to Mark.

Mark gasped as Dark lifted his leg to press his steel toed boots into his wet crotch. The disgusting sound of his soaked jeans and boxers making him cringe as Dark pressed harder and rougher. Directly into his balls.

“Fuck!” Mark cursed, his voice breaking. He wheezed as Dark continued to press further, the burning pain making him buck back further into the chair. Dark snarled, pressing his boot up further to step on Mark’s wet thighs.

“You’re fucking disgusting. Pissing yourself like some baby. Getting my chair and floor filthy, along with yourself. How fucking pathetic. It’s so laughable how embarrassing you look.”

Mark whimpered loudly. He watched Dark’s eyes widen before drawing his fist back, hitting Mark’s chin. Dark used his other hand, punching him once more in his right temple.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Dark turning off the camera. In those last moments, Mark wondered if he’d wake up again. He wondered what would happen to his friends, his family, even Chica.

Then, there was light. Sudden and harsh light in his eyes. Mark shot up, worriedly looking around.

He gripped the sheets of his bed. Wait, when did he…? And what about Dark?

The sweet and relieving realization hit Mark. It was all a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The pain, death threats, and utter fear was all an illusion. Even the humiliation and wetting - wait.

Mark pulled back his sheets and sighed. Nope, the wetting was real. His soaked pajama pants and sheets told him so. The still warm urine pooled under his lower half, surrounding him. With care, Mark slowly pulled off the wet sheets and blanket. He grabbed a towel before picking up the wet items and placing them in the wash.

He stepped into the bathroom, ready to turn on the shower when he heard a creak behind him. His blood ran cold as he quickly turned around. His fists clenched, ready to defend himself.

He saw nothing. Nothing but the open hallway and his reflection. He turned back, turning on the warm shower, and tried to ignore the fact he could just barely see a figure out the corner of his eye - one with red hair and black clothing.

#pissiplier #owlys fics

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thecoroutfitters · 5 years ago

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Written by Wild Bill on The Prepper Journal.

As a follow-on to yesterday’s post on the coming Hurricane season in North America, and as a lesson from an article in the news today about two hikers assaulted along the Appalachian Trail by a man with a machete, one killed, I am again posting about EDC items and essential safety equipment.

I had written before that I hiked the John Muir Trail, a popular portion of the larger Pacific Crest Trail, from Whitney Portal to Tuolumne Meadows (Northern Yosemite National Park) back when California was a well managed and profitable red state governed by reasonable laws. I open-carried the entire trip for the purpose of putting animals of less than four-legs on notice that I was not a smart choice as a victim. I had no problems even when I went and bought supplies and ate lunch in a restaurant in Red’s Meadows, the normal resupply point for hikers on that trail. The reality of the saying “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”

(One last “travel note” – add staying at the Ahwahnee Hotel in Yosemite Valley to your bucket list. I stayed one snowy February in one of their cabins in the woods and it is one of the most amazing places on earth, a short walk to multiple water falls, the meandering Merced River and Mirror Lake, well into the silting process that turns lakes to meadows over time. A true winter wonderland. Great any time of the year, you have to book a year in advance.

Arm yourself with survival gear whenever you venture deep into the woods – not just to make your life easier but because it could possibly save your life. Think of it as the “insurance” you need to stay safe outdoors. For instance, carrying enough supplies will ensure that you are fed and hydrated. Still, you need more than food to survive in the wilderness so consider the following carefully:

A Whistle

You need to find a way to alert your entourage when in distress – and that’s when a whistle becomes a necessity. When choosing one, go for a referee type model. Choose an eardrum-bursting unit whose sound can travel for miles.

Select a bright colored option for excellent visibility and quick retrieval if it falls on the trail and you need it in the dark. The design has to be on point too – that way you can use the whistle both in wet and dry conditions.

Knife

You don’t have to carry a large survival knife. Sure, it will help you cut stubborn twigs and branches, but you’re better off with a wood carving knife. Even then, ensure that your choice is robust, complete with laminated blades. On top of that, it has to be super sharp to make cutting easy.

Of course, a rubberized handle will offer a stable grip whenever you need to strike. Also, check to see if the knife has an integrated fire starter. They come with all sorts of gadgets integrated now, like a compass. Good as a backup but the knife itself is the single most important piece of survival gear you will carry, so don’t go low end here, your life may depend on it.

A Military-Grade Watch

Aren’t military watches for the armed forces? Sure, but that doesn’t mean you can wear them too. These are rugged, stand up to hard wearing, making them a perfect choice for the rigors of the wild. Some models, such as the top picks on NanaDC are solar powered, enabling you to use them without running out of juice.

Pick a watch that has low temperature resistance and a sturdy casing. Further, ensure that the model has an integrated compass, a barometer, and an altimeter to help you with the navigation. DON’T do what so many of us do every day, depend on our cell phones as watches (or the watches slaved off your cell phone.) Batteries and networks die, their doing show shouldn’t cause you a similar fate.

Survival Rations

Not everyone has the time to cook in the wilderness. Okay, you can put up a fire and roast some meat, but at times, this may be a luxury your can afford, like having an injured companion you have to get to medical care, or not wanting to print your location due to threats to your safety. It is, therefore, essential that you carry some rations to replenish your body whenever you need a quick bite.

You can go for something like shortbread cookies or an energy bar. The only thing that you need to pay attention to here is the calorie content. Stick to rations that offer not less than 400 calories with a generous dose of minerals and vitamins.

A Signal Mirror

A real one. Don’t depend on your shiny cell phone case, your bright smile after repeated “whitening” treatments to your teeth – self done or done by a professional, or the luster of any of the equipment you have been dragging through the mud for a few days. A signaling mirror can generate a ray of light up to a distance of ten miles. It produces a beam of light that can draw the curiosity of distant aircraft, vehicles, watercraft, or search party members – if you want to be found.

When choosing one, make sure that is has a sighting lens and is easy to use. And the beauty of it is that you don’t have to burn through your wallet to get a good model.

Waterproof Matches

This one is a no-brainer, right? It sure is. Apart from the wind, water is the also a significant cause match failure (maybe more our clumsiness than the physical match) . But, both the elements are no match (no pun intended) for waterproof matches. That way, you can start a fire at your campsite even when the weather is extreme. Carry at least two boxes (depending on the length of your trip, of course). Yes, to fire starters as well, as long as you have starter fuel (dryer lint, saw dust, magnesium filings, etc.) Also note that while an interior pocket under layers of outerwear will keep rain and wind away, perspiration is just as big a problem as the other natural elements.

Waxy Fire Cubes

These will provide fire whenever you don’t have wood or twigs to burn. Most cubes are lightweight and incredibly easy to ignite. Be sure to check how long a cube glows before spending your money. Anything worth your attention should last for at least 10 minutes, burning at a temperature of 1,300 ° F.

A Personal Weapon

Local (town, county, parish, city, state, BLM, ATF, National Parks Service, Game Management authorities and federal wildlife management area and on and on) are a nightmare of counter-cross regulations that are purposely made impossible to fathom by government entities at all levels. I have written before that driving once from Los Angeles to San Francisco, taking a shot gun as a gift for a friend for his 30th birthday party, most likely made me break no less that 25 local laws across the trip that I could have been arrested for, a new gun, wrapped in its shipping case, with not a compatible shell in site. An 8 hour drive.

When you step off the paved road for a wilderness adventure, you are a willing victim and a fool in my opinion if you are not armed with a personal weapon that you not only know inside out but you are well practiced with and proficient in its intended use.

Hindsight is 100% but clearly, in the situation above, the moment you see someone with a drawn weapon it is time to do “the great reveal” and bring yours from its hiding place where it can be used to save your life or the lives of the less prepared. Carry insurance, only draw with the intent to bring the situation to a stop with extreme prejudice, and expect that once you draw you have crossed a line of no return, other than giving yourself an edge to end the situation alive.

I want to note that the people, from end to end that manage and monitor the Appalachian Trail are true environmentalists and individualists who do an amazing job day after day, telling it like it is without political correctness. Kudos!

Final Thoughts

Your survival is paramount when you’re outdoors, whether it is for a long road trip or a backpacking adventure. You should, therefore, equip your emergency kit with all the necessities that will come in handy during an emergency.

These aren’t the only things you need to consider. Others include water disinfecting tablets, a stove and a headlamp. Of course, you will need an emergency blanket, poncho, ground pad. or wearable sleeping bag to shelter you from the wind and rain at night. Make sure that your backpack is big enough to accommodate the items.

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