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pointe shoes and racecars- o.piastri

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summary: you and oscar had grown up together, and grown apart. now you're teaching him ballet for a mclaren video. will you two reconnect?

pairing: oscar piastr x fem! ballerina! dancer

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Oscar Piastri was your best friend’s older brother, what could go wrong?

You’d moved to Melbourne when you were a kid with the rest of your family, and your brother quickly started karting at a local track. In comes the Piastri’s. You were sitting on the sidelines, bored out of your mind when a little girl a bit older than you came up to you with another girl, about your age, and another little girl, much younger than all three of you.

“Which one’s yours?” The eldest asked.

“The one in the red kart, my brother. You?”

“The one in the fluro yellow. He’s our brother,” she explained. “I’m Hattie, that’s Addie, and that’s Mae. Wanna be friends?”

You nodded. “Yeah! I’m Y/n.”

And since that day, you were. Turns out you and Addie ended up in the same class in school and became fast friends, then you ended up in the same ballet class, and it all snowballed from there. Playdates became hangouts and dolls became bitch-sessions, and soon enough you were all grown up. You were a constant in the Piastri family home, sleeping over most nights to carpool to early ballet, then school, then back to ballet, and then back to the Piastri home. You watched every race with the girls, growing up alongside Oscar and your brother from the beginning. You watched both of them in Formula Renault, Formula 3, Formula 2, and finally, Oscar’s second year Formula 1 was coming up, while you brother (Jack) was staying yet another year in F2. It was funny, whenever Oscar was home in recent years, you always seemed to miss him. You didn’t mind. Oscar and you weren’t all that close, you were closest to Addie, Hattie, Mae, and Nicole. Though, he texted you when he was away and you responded, apologising for missing him, he always told you that he’d ‘see you on the stage one day anyway’. He’d always supported you. You’d always supported him.

Sadly, your time living with the Piastri’s had come to an end. You had been given the chance of a lifetime in the form of a full scholarship to the Paris Opera Ballet School, and you weren’t going to turn it down, much to Nicole’s dismay. That was two years ago. Two full years of living in Paris, down.

Paris was amazing. You missed your family and you missed everyone back in Melbourne, but you loved it in Paris. Your new fellow dancers were so welcoming and nice, and you’d made fast friends with a group of them. You’d been doing French in school since you were a kid, and you loved getting to speak it with native speakers. You’d even been named an Etoile (star) in your first year. You’d helped the Paris Opera Ballet with their online presence and started a YouTube channel with some of your fellow dancers which had garnered over 4 million subscribers. Everything was brilliant.

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“Alright everyone, gather around!” Carole called. “We have been invited to the McLaren garage this weekend for the Monaco Gran Prix,” she explained. “We will be attempting to teach some of the staff some of Balcony Pas de deux from ‘Romeo and Juliet’, and also having a photo shoot with Vogue while we are there. Y/n and Hugo, I want those lifts as clean as possible! Chop chop!”

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The week went by and finally you were walking into the McLaren motorhome behind one of the staff members who was showing you around. In the end only 3 people from the company were required to go, Hugo (Romeo), Laura (one of the company's pianists), and you (Juliet). You walked around, keeping an eye out for Oscar, or the rest of the Piastri family who had all told you they’d be visiting.

You were quickly ushered into a makeshift filming studio and told to warm up while they gathered the people you’d be doing the video with you. You chatted and warmed up, trying a few of the lifts from the show and just generally practising your moves.

The door swung open and there he was. Oscar with a grim look on his face who hadn’t even recognised you.

“Do we really have to do this?” he not-so-subtly asked Lando beside him.

“Mate I don’t want to do it either-”

“Y/N!” Nicole’s voice cut through all the noise of the motorhome and the piano stopped. She ran and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug as you laughed.

“Hi Nicole,” you beamed, hugging her back. Hattie, Addie, and Mae weren’t far behind her, and joined in on the hug, emotions flowing as you all started to catch up.

“How are you? How’s work? How’s Paris?” Hattie asked immediately.

“How’s Paris? Is it amazing? Can I visit sometime?” Mae asked, speaking over her sister.

“How are you?!” Addie squealed, taking your hands.

“I’m great, so happy to see the four of you,” you smiled but it dampened as Hugo reminded you of the job at hand. “Sorry guys, we’ll need to catch up later, the fun police has just-”

“Quoi? Je ne suis pas la « police du plaisir » ! Nous avons un travail à faire !” (What? I am not the 'fun police'! We have a job to do!) He defended, but by then the girls had already cleared out, and you’d already turned your attention to Oscar and Lando.

“Hi,” you smiled at Oscar.

“Hi,” he smiled back, a hint of blush on his cheek. “I almost didn’t recognise you.”

“I could say the same for you,” you chuckled. “Became a Formula 1 driver and forgot about your friends, huh?”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Don’t even.”

“Ready for some ballet?” Hugo smiled at the two men, who both just grimaced.

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You started warming them up, learning quickly that while Lando was not flexible, Oscar was even worse.

“And go down further if you can,” you instructed, pushing down on Oscar’s shoulders.

“Bug, I can’t go any further,” he chuckled.

“Bug?” Hugo questioned.

“Childhood nickname,” you dismissed. “Don’t start using it.”

Hugo nodded, holding his hands up in surrender. “Noted.”

“Holy shit, you’re ‘Bug’?” Lando gasped. “He talks about you all the time!”

You chuckled as Oscar’s cheeks went a brilliant shade of pink. “Sure Lando, I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“Alright!” Hugo announced. “Let’s start on some variations!”

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The boys watched in horror as you and Hugo danced around the room. Balcony Pas de deux, your favourite number of the entire show. You did everything perfectly, Hugo did everything perfectly, but when you two danced, sometimes there was something missing. You usually thought that it was just a lack of romantic chemistry because you were such great friends, or maybe it was something else. Lando and Oscar applauded as you two finished your piece, then you turned to them, smiling.

“I have to lift him?!” Lando stressed. You laughed with Hugo.

“No, you’ll be lifting me,” you explained. “Hugo’s going to teach you the moves and you’ll just need to lift me. You don’t even have to go on pointe. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

The boys stayed unconvinced. You’d picked an easy enough professional routine and you were sure they'd get it eventually. You started with teaching them how to properly lift someone so they wouldn’t get hurt, and they wouldn’t drop you. Unsurprisingly, Oscar was very good at this, you remembered how Addie and you would force him to practice lifts with you in the confines of the Piastri family home, and shockingly, the muscle memory was still there after so many years. So, you moved onto teaching him the moves for the first 20ish seconds of the dance. And unsurprisingly, he was very good at the lifts, not so good at the dancing. He couldn’t get his back leg low enough, or he couldn’t extend his arm enough, but you barely noticed. You were having too much fun to notice. You realised you’d been missing fun when dancing with Hugo. Juliet was this spontaneous, youthful character who was full of love and a craving to be loved. Oscar brought out that fun side of you. He always had. You laughed and smiled as you both danced, laughing when he’d trip or almost drop you, but neither of you cared. You moved on and taught him up to about the one minute mark in the piece. There was a lot of repetition and not a lot of male dancing in the first 60 seconds, so he was practically in the clear, all he had to do was smile and lift you. And he did. There wasn’t a moment where either of you weren’t smiling. He looked a bit uncoordinated and you looked thousands of times better than him, but you two were both smiling like little kids.

His hand slipped and he almost dropped you to the floor, concern and shock plastering itself on his face as he scrambled to catch you. “Shit, are you alright?” he asked, somehow catching you by pulling you to his chest.

“I’m fine Osc, no bruised sternums here,” you chuckled. He laughed, reminded of a crash you had in karting as a child.

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As the session came to a close, you did the first minute of the dance with Oscar and with Lando and determined that while Oscar was better at the lifts, Lando wasn’t half-bad either.

“Alright everyone, thanks for tuning in and tell us if you want to see us attempt this again!” Lando smiled at the camera.

“I have no idea how you do that every night,” Oscar sighed, clearly tired and out of breath.

“Sometimes twice a night,” Hugo corrected. “And yes, it is tiring.”

“I don’t know how you sit in a boiling car going 300 kilometres per hour for ninety minutes every Sunday,” you smiled.

“It is tiring,” he shrugged, smiling. “Do you want to grab lunch?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you nodded. “Let me just grab my stuff.”

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Catching up with Oscar felt great. You didn’t realise how much you two had in common. From movies, to books, and everything in between. You were even too busy laughing to hear Hugo call you to join him for the Vogue shoot.

“Y/n!” He repeated, gathering others' attention. “Come on! We are being timed here!”

“Coming!” you called back. “Sorry, I completely forgot about the time. Good luck in free practice today, please don't get yourself injured,” you said, pulling him into a hug. “Love you Osc!”

“Good luck!” He called after you. “Love you too Bug!”

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“Childhood crush?” Hugo asked as you two relaxed after the shoot, exhausted after your day.

“Nah, best friend’s brother,” you explained.

“Oh, so even more of a rom com then,” he chuckled.

You scoffed. “No. We’re friends, that’s it.”

“Friends? Friends don’t look at you like you’re the only person in the room, friends don’t somehow laugh their whole way through the first 60 seconds of Balcony Pas de deux, friends don’t make puppy dog eyes at you, and still call you by your childhood nickname!” He laughed. You groaned.

“We’re not like that! He’s just… he’s intense with his eye contact-!”

“He wasn’t intense like that for me!”

“I don’t know what to tell you!” You finally gave up. “Come on! There’s no way he-”

“Bug?” Oscar popped his head in the door, sweaty and smiling. “How’d it go?”

“All good,” you nodded. “How did Free Practice go?”

“Good,” he nodded, out of breath. “Went fastest in sector 2.”

“Very impressive!” Hugo smiled, pretending to know what that meant. You chuckled.

“I was wondering if you wanted to stay for the rest of the weekend,” Oscar offered. “Both of you, of course,” he gestured to you and Hugo. “I know you're busy but my mum would kill me if I didn't ask.”

You smiled. Someone else could cover Juliet for one weekend, right? “Yeah, that’d be great.”

“I’d better get back to Paris, but thank you for the kind offer,” Hugo smiled.

“Cool,” Oscar smiled at the both of you. “Addie has offered her room if you want to share with her, but there’s also my apartment, if you want your own bed.”

“My own bed please, Addie kicks in her sleep,” you chuckled. “Thanks Osc.”

“No problem.”

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You said your goodbyes to Hugo and followed the Piastri’s around Monaco for the rest of the day. You saw some of the sights, but eventually ended up in some fancy dinner with good food and good people around you. You were laughing at anyone’s jokes, telling stories, and genuinely just enjoying yourself. Paris had many things, but it didn’t have the Piastri’s. Sometimes you wished you could just shrink them and put them in your pocket to have them with you at all times.

“So, how’s Paris?” Oscar asked as the night died down. You two were on your way back to his apartment and you were a little bit wine-drunk, but neither of you cared.

“It’s amazing, but it doesn’t have you guys,” you patted his shoulder. “I miss you guys like crazy.”

He smiled. “I miss you too.”

“How’s Monaco? It’s so funny that we’ve lived an hour plane ride away from each other and we still haven’t visited each other,” you chuckled.

“Monaco’s nice,” he nodded. “But it doesn’t have you here.”

Suddenly you were a lot more sober than you were 5 seconds ago. “Well, I’m here right now.”

“Exactly,” he smiled. “It’s really good to see you Bug.”

“It’s good to see you too,” you smiled. “Beetle.”

He laughed as you brought up his old nickname. Most people resorted to calling him ‘Osc’ or ‘Ozzy’ now that he’d grown up. He thinks his mum stopped calling him ‘Beetle’ when she visited him at school or races because you weren’t around to be ‘Bug’. Neither of you remembered why it had started, but you and Oscar were Bug and Beetle. It probably would’ve made more sense to have Addie as Beetle, with how much time you two spent together, but in reality it was just both your mums’ collective hopeful thinking that your friendship would turn into something much more. It might’ve, if you’d both stuck around long enough to see it through. Some part of him wondered how his life would’ve turned out if he’d stayed. Not that he didn’t love his life, he did. He was everything he’d ever dreamed of (well, not a Gran Prix winner yet so, not everything), well, everything but one thing. He didn’t realise it at the time, but in every single one of his visualisations of his future that he did as a child (something about a winner’s mentality? He didn’t understand it at the time), he’d imagined you being there with him. He never explicitly said it, but you were either his girlfriend or wife, or something other than a friend. It had always been a certain to him. You were his Bug. He was your Beetle. It just worked.

“What’re you thinking about?” you asked, leaning into him as the street lights illuminated his face. Since when was he so pretty?

“Us as kids,” he smiled. “Remember trying to teach you karting?”

“You mean bruising my sternum? Yes I remember the month of agony thank you very much,” you chuckled. “And I remember how stressed you were running over to me. I think it was the first time I’d ever seen you lose your cool.”

“Well I was about as stressed then as I was today when I almost dropped you,” he laughed.

“Well, you saved me this time,” you chuckled. “My knight in a shining papaya?”

He laughed. “Sounds about right.”

As you two came up to his apartment building, your conversation died down. You two went up to his apartment and he gave you the grand tour, finally showing you your bed for the nights. You said your ‘goodnights’ and then a problem plagued you. It was just meant to be a day trip to Monaco, you were meant to fly back earlier, and now here you were in Monaco with just your dance bag. What was in your dance bag? Your various shoes, a multitude of toe pads and things to stop the pain, three different water bottles, and some random leotards and a skirt.

“Osc?” you knocked on his door, hoping he wasn’t asleep already.

“Yeah?” he came to the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Of course, classic Oscar, asleep in seconds. “Everything alright?” He yawned.

No. Everything was very much not alright. He’d come to the door with no shirt on, and you really couldn’t focus on the problem at hand. “I have no clothes,” you blurted out.

He immediately opened his eyes and stared at you, then his brain processed fully what you said. “Oh, no pyjamas,” he nodded. “Sorry, I thought you meant- I’m actually just going to stop myself now.”

You chuckled. “Probably best.”

“Well I’ll give you a hoodie and some of my shorts?” he offered. “Just to sleep in, and then I can bring you to the shopping centre down the way. I think there’s a Zara there or something.”

“You really don’t need to bring me, I’m sure I can find it on my own. I’m sure you’re busy tomorrow-”

“Nonsense,” he shook his head, handing over the clothes. “I have time for you.”

“Thanks Osc.”

You went to sleep with significantly more to think about, so did he.

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You woke up the next morning to the sound of a smoke alarm, a shouting Nicole, and a cursing Oscar. You quickly got up to witness the commotion.

“Y/n! Thank God you’re here!” She groaned and turned to Oscar. “I cannot believe you live on your own, you’re 23 and you can’t make eggs without almost burning your building down?!”

“It wasn;t my fault!” he defended. “You’re the one who came to the door!”

Nicole rolled her eyes as the girls laughed, watching this all unfold. Addie came over and stood beside you, smiling brightly at you.

“What?” you chuckled.

“Nothing,” she smirked. “Nice hoodie.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “I had no other clothes,” you explained as the arguing continued.

“Not a fan of sleeping in a leo?” she smirked.

“Shockingly no, and also, we have to go shopping for clothes now, since all of mine are in Paris.”

“Shopping! Yes!” Mae cheered. “Let’s go,” she said, immediately starting to drag you out of the apartment.

“I’m not even dressed-!” Your complaints were met with nothing but more pulling.”Alright, alright! Let me grab my phone and my wallet, then I’ll be back out to you, yeah?”

“Yay!” Mae cheered.

You went back into your room, tried your best to make the hoodie and men’s shorts combo look good (it didn’t) and grab your things, then came back out. Oscar was cleaning up the kitchen as Hattie talked to him about the free practice and quali today, and Mae jumped up the moment she saw you.

“Time to go!” she announced. “Bye Osc, good luck! See you at the track!” she called, already halfway out the door.

You chuckled, following behind her, Addie, and Nicole. “Bye Osc!”

He grabbed ahold of your hand and placed a key in your palm. “In case you want to come back and change,” he smiled.

“Thanks Osc,” you grinned. “Maybe leave the cooking to me tonight?”

“You don’t have to-”

“Osc, you’re letting me stay at your house, and you got me a paddock pass to see you. Let me make you dinner.”

He nodded. “Alright. Thank you.”

His hand lingered for another few seconds before Mae called back to you, willing you to ‘come on!’.

“See you later,” you smiled.

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Shopping was fine, you bought some clothes and essential hygiene and makeup, then went back to Oscar’s apartment and got dressed just as FP3 started. You all rushed over to the track to watch, and it went well for Oscar, quali was probably going to be interesting, as per usual. Monaco was always a very special track and you really did enjoy looking around at the beautiful scenery. You noticed how the cameras followed you around, but you just put that down to being with his family.

“Y/n! Can I get a photo?!” a young girl asked. You smiled and knelt down to be at her level.

“Of course you can,” you smiled. “What’s your name?”

“Carlotá,” she nodded. “I do ballet! I love you, you’re so good. I want to be as good as you one day!”

“Well I can’t wait to see you on stage one day! Maybe we’ll even get to dance together,” you chuckled, heart warmed by her enthusiasm.

“I hope we do!” she smiled.

You quickly got a photo with her and then you were back on your way to the McLaren hospitality with Addie talking your ear off about her new college courses as you listened intently. Suddenly, Oscar was in front of you, sweaty but smiley.

Nicole immediately pulled him into a tight hug and you saw the weight lift off of her shoulders, if only for a short time. “All my kids are safe,” she sighed, and you knew you were a part of that. You’d always admired how much she cared and how deeply she cared about everyone in her life, it was incredible. Hattie hugged him next, then Addie, and lastly Mae. You smiled and gave him a pat on the back as Zak Brown ushered you further into the hospitality for a ‘family lunch’.

“So, I never knew Oscar had a girlfriend,” Zak smiled, turning to you.

Your face dropped. “Oh, um… he’s not my boyfriend. I’m just a family friend,” you explained. The air in the room had been sucked out and everything was a bit more awkward.

“Oh gosh! Sorry, I just thought because of the video- I really need to remember to not just believe YouTube comments,” he chuckled. He’d somehow charmed his way out the awkward moment, and you found yourself laughing too.

Oscar wasn’t laughing. He quite liked the idea that his boss thought you were his girlfriend. He was just as fond of the internet thinking you were his girlfriend. He’d made a devastating revelation last night. His mum had been right all those years when she told him that he’d end up with you. Well, not that you’d ended up together yet, he still had to do the ‘asking out’ part. Nicole watched as his frown deepened the more you laughed at the comments of the YouTube video of you teaching Lando and Oscar ballet with Hugo.

“Wow, I think you might need to post something to tell everyone you’re just friends,” Zak laughed, showing you some more comments.

You nodded. “I’ll post a baby picture or something,” You chuckled, turning to Oscar. “At least you’ve got the acting part of ballet down.”

He smiled. “Exactly.”

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As the day progressed, you watched with bated breath as quali went underway, and Oscar qualified P2. You were ecstatic, jumping up and down with Addie and Nicole as Hattie and Mae cried in the back. All five of you had never been good with toning it down during his races. You just loved him so much, NOT like that, obviously. But in the friendly, totally platonic, family friend way.

Nicole led the rest of you through the motorhome and you finally found him, sweaty and smiley once again.

“Osc!” Nicole cheered, pulling him in for a hug. Addie, Hattei, and Mae all joined their hug, and you weren’t sure if it was right for you to join too, so you stayed back, taking a few photos of the five of them hugging. A part of you wanted to make it your wallpaper, but suddenly Oscar was in front of you.

“Congratulations!” you smiled.

“Y/n, I’m tired and I really don’t want to beg for a hug, please?” He smiled. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck, his went around your waist, burying his face in your shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Well done Osc,” you smiled.

You didn’t catch the way Addie and Hattie smirked at each other, or the way Nicole gushed over the two of you, or the way Mae took a few photos of the two of you, immediately sending them to Oscar’s phone, knowing he’d want them.

You pulled back, a bright smile on your face, then turned to the girls. “Alright, I’m making dinner tonight, you guys ready to go?”

“Oh, we have a booking at this restaurant tonight,” Nicole sighed. “Another time?”

You nodded. “Of course, see you all later,” you smiled.

If you’d looked slightly more to your left, you would’ve seen Oscar silently beg them to not intrude on the date you didn’t know was a date. Of course, being the Y/noscar shippers they were, they obliged with as minimal smirking as possible, which was a lot. You hugged them goodbye then turned to Oscar.

“Alright, you go shower and then direct me to the nearest supermarket!” You instructed and he smiled.

“Sir, yessir,” he joked, saluting you. “You can wait in my driver’s room if you want.”

“Sounds good.”

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Your evening was wonderful, you spent the evening walking around Monaco and grabbing supplies for dinner, then the actual cooking was rather enjoyable (aka you cooked your famous chilli and he sat in the corner, chatting away to you) and finally, cozying up on the couch with your favourite childhood movie, Cars. Well, it was his favourite, yours was Ballerina. Anyways, as the film continued on, you found yourselves getting closer and closer to each other. First it was an arm around the back of the couch, then an arm around you, then you were leaning into his side, until you had your head on his chest and he had a satisfied smile on his face.

As the film came to a close, you got up and stretched, yawning.

“Y/n,” he spoke. “I’ve really enjoyed having you around these past few days,” he smiled.

“I’ve really enjoyed being around you,” you smiled back.

“I’m in love with you,” he blurted out. It wasn’t exactly the smooth delivery he’d imagined since he was a teenage boy stalking your instagram from thousands of kilometres away, but it would work. Hopefully.

“Pardon?” You stared at him shocked.

He let out a nervous breath. “I’m in love with you.”

You nodded. You didn’t exactly know what to make of it all. You loved him too, so why wouldn’t your mouth make the words? This was so stupid, just say it! Say it! Say-“I love you too,” you finally blurted out after a few seconds of buffering.

His nervous frown turned into a bright smile, and his hands landed on your waist, pulling you into him. He hugged you close for a moment, internally calming down. “Kept me waiting there,” he chuckled.

“Sorry,” you smiled. You pulled away a little bit, then pressed your lips to his. “Brain fart.”

He laughed, then pressed his lips to yours again, in a perfect, Oscar, kiss. You could feel his hands on your waist, every brush of his brush against your forehead, every piece of skin on yours. You couldn’t get enough.

“You have a race in the morning,” you whispered, pulling back from the kiss just enough to remind him.

He nodded, connecting your lips again. His kisses were getting more and more heated, more and more consuming, more and more hungry. He was barely listening. He was kissing you. Everything little him had dreamt of.

“Oscar,” you pulled back, getting serious. “Wait until after the race, alright?”

He nodded, pressing his lips to your again, this time quicker and softer. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” you smiled. “I would want to too, just… I don’t want to impair you’re-” you awkwardly tried to explain as he tried to hold back laughter. He failed and ended up laughing in your face, only making you laugh too.

“God I love you,” he smiled bashfully.

“I love you too.”

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The next morning, you woke up to Oscar beside you, his arms wrapped around you. You smiled. This felt right. He felt right.

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You walked into the paddock hand in hand and Nicole immediately gasped. “You’re finally together?!”

You laughed. “Yeah, we are,” you nodded. The four of them were a mix of cheering and crying, all ecstatic for you both.

“If you hurt her I’ll kill you!” Addie warned, pointing a finger in Oscar’s face.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he smiled, looking at you.

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You watched in awe as he crossed the finish line in P2, celebrating with his sisters and mum. You all ran to the Parc Fermé, ready to greet him. He ran over to you five, hugging his mum first, then running straight to you. He smiled then pulled you in for a kiss.

“Congratulations,” you smiled, pulling back.

“I have to watch you dance now,” he rushed out as Addie pulled him over for a hug. “I love you!” He shouted, being pulled away by Lando, knowing they were on a time crunch.

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carolcutshall: The bodice of Lestat’s King Raj costume was a custom men’s corset

Melanie’s masterpiece @/laceembrace

Check out her post on this meticulous piece

I was inspired by men’s corsets, Victorian fan lacing, straight jackets and institutional restraints

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So many images and thoughts exchanged that led us to this finished product. It needed to have both masculine and feminine energy. Lestat was everything to everyone.

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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years ago

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hi! I noticed you were looking for Xavier requests. I come with some ideas instead! (a) jealous or overprotective Xavier

(b) reader gets hurt either by the Hyde or somewhere in the fight at the end of the season

and that’s all my little pea brain can think of! Hope this helped you bc we need more Xavier fics!

Look at this forsaken mess you made me (Xavier Thorpe x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x f!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Xavier has five moods when it comes to you, happy, in love, jealous, overprotective and worried...It really is an interesting combination

Warning: fluffiness and Xavier is my baby, deal with it, you will have a lot of him coming up soon

A/N: It took me YEARS to be able to learn how to write jealous :D

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

It wasn’t supposed to happened like that. You were supposed to be away this weekend. Jesus, your parents even made the trip to get you, he was there, he helped you and even cried a little when you waved him goodbye from the back window of your dad’s car.

Today, of all of the days…

Why were you here?

Xavier couldn’t think as he grabbed your face and force you to look at him, he didn’t know if he was screaming, maybe he was, his chest felt tight, like a force was forcing his breaths out of his body and you didn’t killed him, he didn't felt bad or at the edge from death for touching you, something was wrong. His hands were red and he painted your face with that color, that color wasn’t supposed to be on your face, on your body. You don’t look good in red.

“Look at me.” He force himself to speak. But there you were, staring at him blinking slowly. “Don’t you dare looking away, you hear me?”

Someone tried to pull him away from you but he didn’t let them, he would not let you go.

“Listen to me,” He cradled your body in his arms. “You listen to me, you hear me? Don’t you dare to close your eyes (Y/N).”

Your name in his mouth sounded so dirty, like it didn’t belong there. Arms surrounded his shoulders and managed to get him away from you, he began screaming and trashing, trying to get himself free and return to your side. He could see you being pulled on a gurney.

“Don’t touch her!” He screamed. “Stop!”

“Pull yourself together man.” Ajax hold him tight. “They’re taking her to the hospital, you’ll see her there.”

Xavier breathed heavily as he watched the -now clear- ambulance drive away. He nodded wordlessly and Ajax helped him get up.

“C’mon, if we go now the faster you’ll see them again.”

Xavier pushed the hospital’s door opened, crashing against the reception’s counter. “(Y/N) (L/N) was brought here minutes ago, is she alright? Can I go see her?” He spoke quickly.

The recepcionist stared boringly at him before slowly typing your name on her computer. She popped her gum ball before speaking. “What’s your relationship with her?”

Xavier bit her cheek, breathing heavily. “I’m her boyfriend.”

She hummed, watching how a group of teenagers stand next to him, she frowned before realizing where they came from. “Sorry sweetheart but only immediate family can ask about her.”

He huffed, he was getting angrier. “Look, I need to see her.”

“Yeah, but can’t do anything to help you, maybe you should all sit there like good kids and wait for your parents, okey?”

Xavier was about to strangle the lady when Wednesday carefully put a hand on his arm, moving him to de side as she stared at the receptionist. “We want to know how she is doing.”

The receptionist stared at Wednesday, “As I said to your friend, only immediate family can ask about her, kid.”

“Wait for me in the cafeteria.” Wednesday’s eyes didn’t left the receptionist as she told the others. Her eyes slowly drifted downwards to her name tag. “Carol and I will come to an agreement, isn’t that right Carol?”

Xavier couldn’t stop moving, he needed to do it, his stress was making him nervous and no matter how hard Enid or Ajax tried to calm him down but it wasn’t helpful. Footsteps made him turn to the cafeteria’s door and he saw Wednesday entering calmly, he quickly walked to her.

“How’s she?!” He exclaimed.

Wednesday stared at him before giving him a paper. “Room 204, take the elevator and turn right.” Xavier stared at her, taking the paper before nodding and running to the elevator.

The number 204 stared at him, but he froze, endless questions began appearing on his head, but he entered anyway. You were lying on the bed completely frozen, several tubes were surrounded you and he almost cried at the image. He made his way to you and almost grabbed your hand but saw that you weren’t wearing gloves.

He quickly took off a pair of them (the same pair he bought after your day at the fair) and put them on, grabbing your hand, he kissed his own hand, imagining kissing yours. “You need to wake up (Y/N), you hear me?” He whispered. “I can’t…I can’t do this without you.”

Xavier didn’t know how long he was sleep, it was uncomfortable, yes. But when the tiny movement of sheets woke him up. He blinked for a moment before your hand carefully grabbing his. “Thank God.” He grasped it tightly. Closing his eyes as tears began forming. “Thank God you’re okey.”

“What…?” You rasped, trying to sit but hissing when the pain caught your body.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He gently pushed you back to the bed. “It’s okey, I’ll explain everything, I swear.”

A knock startled him and he quickly glanced at the door, he was preparing to fight whoever force him to leave. It opened and Wednesday made her way inside, she couldn’t look at you.

“Hey.” You gently greeted her and Xavier gave her a nod.

“Hey.” She responded, “Thank you for coming to help.” She whispered.

You smiled, “We’re friends, aren’t we?” You squeezed Xavier’s hand. “I’m happy I could help.”

Wednesday nodded, “The others are downstairs, they want to come up but if you want a few more minutes of your own, I don’t mind holding them out.”

“Please.” Xavier said, “An hour if you can.” Wednesday nodded before leaving, not before looking at you once again. “She asked you to come back?”

You nodded, “Enid send me a text that Wednesday needed help.”

Xavier closed his eyes, finally feeling al the stress going out. “Are you mad?!” He pushed away from you, began pacing. “Do you have any idea what you did?!”

“I help?” You were confused.

“You almost die! You were bleeding, you understand? I held you on my arms and you almost died!”

“Xavier…”

“No! No.” He tugged at his hair. “You can’t do this, you hear me?”

“Xavier…” You tried again.

“I can’t…I can’t…” He turned, not daring to look at you. “I can’t (Y/N), I can’t.”

“Xavier.” You exclaimed, managing to catch his attention, he was tearing up. You raised your hand and he quickly grabbed it. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t go through that again (Y/N), I can’t lose you.”

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misguidedasgardian · 3 months ago

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Wildcats (Part XVII)

XVII. Home

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Summary: Your “tried”, and in doing so, you had come oblivious to the danger from within

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, mentions of domestic violence, a fist fight, imprisonment, talks about slitting throats, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: ALRIGHTTTT!!! these dorks are finally… “a punta de caramelo” JAJAJA ready to party, I think, enough build up… Alright…the timing in this chapter might be a little flimsy, but what’s important are those dorks so… let’s do this!

You waved Daryl and Aaron goodbye as they went through the gates and out of Alexandria, you wanted to be optimistic, but still, you still felt a bit sad that Daryl had left you here, you didn’t even trip once! Has it been so bad for him? you had such a good time. It had been a lovely day. But still, he had been right about the run the day before, so, if he said it, he must have a reason.

The dead had been buried, and even though your family had taken a big hit, you needed to keep going, this is what the new world looked like, you mourn your dead by keeping living, and that is how you needed to proceed.

Real or not you had a mission now that Rick had put on you, search for an alternative, a plan B, some houses to go to if Alexandria goes poorly.

Your meetings with Reg about “development” had been canceled indefinitely, of course, he was mourning his son, so now that Daryl was gone you had to keep your hands busy.

You had become comfortable in the days you had been here, and today, you were determined, you went to see a person that was going to help you get the skills that you needed to become stronger to approach the new mission.

“Espinoza”, you called with a wide smile on your face, she was already smiling when she turned, you found her by the trucks that needed fixing.

“... I just realized I don’t know your last name”, she said with a frown

“Well, it’s very native, ANYWAYS”, you said with a wide smile, “I wanted to ask you something…”

“Tell me”, she said

“Well… I can’t think of anyone better to help me improve my upper body strength”, you said softly, “I’m fairly good with guns, and my ax, but the other day back in Atlanta I could barely keep out a walker who fell on top of me, and neither the second one when he fell in top of the other…”

“Say less”, she said with a big smile, “I need to practice some new skills as well”

“You’ll help me? I want to be able to fight too, people, you know? fists”

“It’ll be fun”, she said with a soft smile.

You bit the dust like twenty times in the morning, until Carol managed to scrap you off the floor and into the house for a quick lunch, and then you spend the whole afternoon helping Rosita fix cars. Or at least those who didn’t have computers, those where your favorites to try and fix.

“So this, can be easily fix with a simple wielding, don’t let the shape fool you”, she said as you held up the broken hood of the car for her

“I always though radiators where a pain in the ass”, you said

“They are, they are easy to break, but easy to fix”, she said with a soft smile

“Great, you know what I was thinking? to install a good thick bumper in front of that truck… so we can run over walkers more easily”

“You know? i was thinking the same thing, but I’m worried about the weight, we would need to make sure to weld it good to the…”, the sounds of what must have been a window breaking interrupted you, followed by the sounds of screams and yelling. You both started running towards the commotion just in time to see Rick punching Jesse’s husband into the road.

“STOP IT PLEASE!”, screamed Jesse, trying to separate them as her husband was the one choking Rick into the grounds, but he pushed her away, making her fall. You ran towards her and helped her up and away from the fighting men.

“Dad! stop!”, Rick had the upper hand now and now it was Carl being pushed. Who was grabbed by Rosita.

“RICK!”, you called angrily, but he didn’t hear you, but he did hear Deanna as she came angrily.

“STOP IT RIGHT NOW!”, you hugged onto Jesse softly, as she grabbed onto you. She was crying, and in distress, you didn’t understand what’s going on, but you could take a pretty good guess.

“Hey, hey, everything will be fine”, you said softly, she barely nodded, “we are here for you, you’re gonna be fine”, you echoed

“You touch them again and I will kill you”, Rick threatened Pete, that’s his name. Jesse whimpered behind you

“Damn it, Rick! I said stop!”, demanded Deanna, only then Rick stopped pounding into that sorry bastard

“Or what? You gonna kick me out?”, he asked, there they were, those crazy eyes again. It was odd, Rick was wearing the constable uniform, his beard was trimmed and his hair combed back, but, his eyes, it was the same as that night, with the claimers. You didn’t even notice he had pulled out a gun until everybody gasped and stood back, at least, the Alexandrians did. You were so used to it by now it scared you.

“Put that gun down, Rick”, said Deanna, her hands in the air trying to calm him down.

A million thoughts ran through your mind, where did he get the gun? why?

“You still don't get it. None of you do!”, he said, waving the gun aimlessly, “We know what needs to be done and we do it. We're the ones who live. You, you just sit and plan and hesitate. You pretend like you know when you don't. You wish things weren't what they are. Well, you want to live? You want this place to stay standing? Your way of doing things is done. Things don't get better because you… you want them to. Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. We have to control who lives here”, his speech told you this was coming for a while, it made you tremble in your spot, you looked over at Rosita as she was as impressed as you, telling you she didn't know anything either.

“That's never been more clear to me than it is right now”, sentenced Deanna, uf, you better rush that search for a home, soon.

“Me? Me? You…”, he chuckled in a way that it was so dark it made you tremble, “You mean me? Your way is gonna destroy this place”, he said, his face was bloodied, so were his knuckles, “It's gonna get people killed! It's already gotten people killed! And I'm not gonna stand by…”, you didn’t even see her coming, Michonne had clocked him so hard in the back of the head that Rick collapsed into the ground.

An awkward silence befell all of those who were watching, Abraham came out of nowhere as you could only look at Rick, as your dreams collapsed around you.

“Please, place him in the basement of the apartments”, said Deanna gently, “until he can cool down, take the gun…”, she started giving directions while you could only follow Abraham and Michonne who had grabbed Rick and were taking him to the place directed by Deanna, also, Rosita and Carl followed you.

As you walked, you catched a glimpse of all those scared faces staring at you, at your group, like you were the worst criminals they had seen.

It was done, here it was, the crash, the collapse.

They were never gonna let you all stay, or worse, they were going to make you spell Rick

And if he was expelled, you were going to go with him.

Abraham left him in a small room, and Rosita brought things to patch him up, as she did while he was still unconscious.

Glenn came running

“Maggie will calm Deanna down”, he said softly, you looked at him with a frown.

“Does anybody know what is going on?”, you asked angrily, looking around the room, but nobody said anything

“This took me by surprise as well”, said Michonne

“What happened with that guy?”, Carol appeared in that second, looking angrily at everybody. “If all of us are here, it's going to look like we are cahooting”, you said

“Nobody saw me coming”, she said, “Pete had been abusing Jesse, and the children, I told Rick yesterday”, there was an awful silence.

“And where did he get the gun?”, you asked her, she shook her head

“I don’t know”

“...Nobody was doing anything?”, asked Glenn, “About Jesse and Pete?”

“No, he is a doctor”, Carol said, with a dark tone in her voice. You sighed, rubbing your face. Eventually, you all went away, leaving only Carl and Michonne with Rick.

Rick had taken his role seriously, he had beat up a guy who was beating his wife, and probably the children, the bastard deserved it, the tricky part was now…

The fucking gun.

You passed by the house where the armory was, and now, two Alexandrians stood by the door, one of them was Tobin, one of their toughest guys.

Well… shit.

You needed to think, so, you went to keep an eye on Tara, the calming environment of the infirmary was just what you needed right now. The night already falling over Alexandria.

. . .

He was so thankful he didn’t bring you along this time.

First, Aaron and him found a woman all torn out, tied to a tree, and an unknown man dismembered on the ground next to it. It was a horrific sight and even though you had probably seen worse, this was best.

They had to spend the night out there, in the car. They preferred it so, because they had advanced a lot, and at night, they had seen the man with the red poncho, and had better chances of finding him if he lit a fire again.

But the next day, they keep following the trail, and they had found something that look promising

But now? He was going to die, most likely.

He took a long drag of the cigarette he found, as he watched those ugly, decomposing faces, scratching the glass, trying to get to them.

It had been an obvious setup, (now that he thought about it), and now he was trapped in a car with Aaron, surrounded by walkers, and to get matters worse, an unknown group of deranged maniacs were coming his way, most likely, those who had been carving people, and their foreheads with a W

He was going to be the one to try to fight it off, as he looked at Aaron from the corner of his eye, Aaron was a good person, he had taken them to Alexandria, he had a husband, a home, he was a decent man, he deserved to be the one to live, Daryl was here to protect him.

But as he took another drag, he thought about his family.

Rick, Carol, Carl, baby Judith…

He thought of you.

Of your face, of your smile, of your arms around him yesterday when he took you for a ride, about the excitement he felt when he heard your voice whispering in his ear, about yours cent wrapped around him, he thought about how badly he wanted to be around you, with you… he thought about how much he wanted to kiss you, to hold you, and now… with how things were looking…

He was never going to get to.

He was proven to be right, in not taking you here, if you would have been here, things maybe could be worse, you could have been attacked, bitten or worse.

It was better this way.

Now he was never gonna know what it would be like, to be with you, to hold you in his arms, to kiss you. He liked you, and he just had come to realize it.

He looked down

“I’ll go, I’ll distract them while you make a run f’it”, he mumbled, “just let me finish my smoke first”

Maybe he could make it. He promised you he was going to come back to you, he promised, perhaps with one arm less, but he was gonna make it, he had to. He had to tell you.

Would you still want him with only one arm? hell, did you want him at all?

He had to find out.

He felt silly, thinking those things in a time like this, what did you do to him?

“No”, said Aaron, looking at him decisively, “this was nobody’s fault, we’ll do it together”, he nodded, Aaron wanted to get home as bad as he did, and they were gonna do it together.

And then, one of the walker’s heads was crushed by what looked like a wooden stick.

. . .

The very next morning, you woke up a bit startled, with everything that happened with Rick, you had forgotten about the archer. You ran downstairs, only to find Maggie making breakfast

“Hey, good morning”, she smiled at you softly

“Good morning”, you whispered, “Is Daryl back?”, she looked at you with a glint in her eye

“He didn’t”, she said, “but he and Aaron reported they were going to stay out there one night, so don’t you worry”, she said softly.

“Alright”, you said, but the fact that they gave notice, didn’t soothe your nerves.

“He is going to be fine”, she said softly, “but we need to focus on keeping the place they are going to return to”, she said, and you nodded

“I’ll go see Rick”, you whispered

“I will go and talk to Deanna”, she said, and exited the house.

You walked quickly, you needed to figure this out and the only one who could answer all your questions was Rick.

entered the room where Rick was, with Glenn, Carol, and Abraham, you needed answers, you needed to know what was going on. SOme of them acknowledge you, not all of them, but Abraham closed the door behind you

“Where’d you get the gun?”, asked Michonne

“You took it, right? From the armory? That was stupid. Why did you do it?”, grilled Carol, Rick’s face said it all, so you looked at the gray haired woman with suspicion, she was in on it, you realized as you looked back at Rick wide-eyed.

“Just in case”, said Rick, not taking his eyes off of Carol, but then he looked at you, and he seemed surprised to see your angry face.

“Deanna's planning to have a meeting tonight. For anyone who wants to…”, started Glenn

“To kick Rick out?”, asked Abraham, you didn’t say a thing you just looked around.

“To try”, said Carol

“We don't know that”, you said, finally

“Maggie's with Deanna right now. She's gonna find out what it is”, assured Glenn

“At the meeting, you say you were worried about someone being abused and no one was doing anything about it. You say you took a gun just to be sure that Jessie was safe from a man who wound up attacking you. You say you'll do whatever you want them to. Just tell them a story that they want to hear. It's what I've been doing since I got here”, said Carol, and you chuckled, you knew she was lying front the second she stepped through those gates.

“Why?”, asked Glenn

“Because these people are children and children like stories”, she said

“What happens after all the nice words and they still try to kick him out? They're guarding the armory now”, muttered Glenn, as you thought he was the one who was taking the same side as you, the concerned side

“We still have knives. That's all we'll need against them”, said Carol

“Well, tonight at the meeting, if it looks like it's going bad, I whistle. Carol grabs Deanna, I take Spencer, you grab Reg, Glenn and Abraham cover us, watch the crowd”, muttered Rick, and then his eyes landed on you.

“This is “trying” for you Rick?”, you asked him angrily

“We can talk to them”, said Michonne, “there is no need…”

“Yeah, we will. If we can't get through, we take the three of them and say we'll slit their throats”, said Rick as it would have been easy, “we did try, (y/n)” he said gently, “we tried, but this people don’t understand how things are now”

“Like at Terminus?”, asked Glenn, “where’re gonna slit their throats like they’re cattle?”

“No, we just tell 'em. They give us the armory and it's over”, said RIck, like he had everything figured out

“Did you want this?”, you asked him, “just making us try our best just in case so you didn’t feel bad about this?”, Abraham placed his hand on your shoulder and then you noticed how riled up you had become, taking a step forward, your voice rising. Anger taking a hold on you.

“No”, said Rick, looking straight at you, “I hit my limit. I-- I screwed up. And here we are”, he said, “I want you to stay here, that mission will have to wait, now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna sleep some more”, he said, dismissing the lot of you.

How could you become so short sighted?

As you were trying your ebay and play house, your family was collapsing around you, Rick had crazy eyes, Carol was scheming right along with him, you had lost Noah, and Tara was in the hospital… Sasha was turning into a sniper, she spent all the time in the watchtower, and people had become actually scared of the lot of you, because of your aggressiveness. This was bananas, as Maggie, Abraham and Tyresse had actually reached a position of power in the matters of days.

But that part relieved you, actually, you wanted your people in power, because they knew what they were doing, not because they were gonna threaten to cut people’s throats out.

This was a whole mess

Were they going to expel Rick? were you going to go with him?.

You found a map of the state of Virginia, you opened it in the dining room table, and you began planning.

You could take a good guess where you were, and then there was Washington… you wanted to go to Washington, if they do expel you from here, that was your safer bet, to find a building and spend a couple of days there until you found something more permanent.

The map was pretty detailed, and you noticed groups of buildings near you.

“Is that a factory?”, you whispered, looking at the squared looking buildings in the map, that had been taken by a satellite a couple of years back. you certainly didn’t want to go there. DC was still the safest bet, especially if they evacuated most of the people.

But Rick won’t go

Rick wanted to stay here no matter what, he wanted to take the place.

And even if you weren’t comfortable with that, you were not going to fight it, to fight him, or Michonne or Glenn, or Abraham

Maggie and Glenn were building Rick’s defense, so you had to stay put, and try to stay calm.

It will not come to this, it will not come to that, to slitting people’s throats.

But if it did… Did that make you the bad guys? certainly not better than those psychos from Terminus.

You thought again about Daryl, about what he might think about all of this, was he in on it? It was weird that Rick was planning something and not including him. Was he in on it? You really hoped he wasn’t.

You watched the sunset through the windows, you didn’t even know where the whole day went, you had spent hours and hours over that freaking map, walking around the house, thinking about scenarios and possibilities, and freaking out.

Was Daryl going to spend the entire night out again? Was that alright? On top of everything else, you felt so nervous, he was gone… What was going to happen when he came back? Was he going to go onto the plan of threatening them? You had seen what he could do, he was quick with his crossbow and he was fiercely loyal to Rick.

Whatever it was, you needed to stand by your family, even though you didn’t agree to the plan, you had to see it through and see to it that nobody was going to get hurt.

You needed to go to the thing, what were they calling it? you didn’t remember. But you didn’t move a muscle, not a single one, you were afraid of what is going to become. They were not going to kick him out, the group was not going to allow it, instead they were going to take the place.

The decision had been made.

You were not consulted on it, and yet, you were expected to support it.

But you needed to go, and prevent the hostile takeover, you could, you only needed to be truthful. You were on your way out, when you heard the rumble of a motorcycle outside. You smiled at the thought of the archer. So you got out of the house in a hurry.

“Hey you’re home!”, you said happily when you saw him cross the porch to the house. You were so relieved, not only because you were worried for him, but because of everything that happened with Rick… But he didn’t even mind anything else. He came straight for you, he seemed driven, pushed by invisible motivations.

He encased your face with one of his hands, everything was so fast you barely had time to react, and he leaned in, and trapped your lips with his in a chaste kiss

You smiled into the kiss, grabbing his shirt.

This was happening, this was really happening and you wanted to make it last as much as you could, his hand traveled to the back of your head, to hold you steady.

All your thoughts and worries went away as easily as that. Everything was going to be alright, and he felt heavenly. He felt the same, kissing your lips was the best thing he had felt in a long while. He separated from you, even though he didn’t want to, you didn’t want to. But still, he needed to see your reaction.

“M’sorry”, he whispered against your lips, “I wanted to do that:”

“Took you long enough Dixon”, you said against his, and this time, you grabbed onto his shirt and you pulled him towards you, you kissed him again. This time, it was more intense, you actually heard him whimper against your lips, as you both took a deep breath into each other. Grabbing each other more tightly. You didn’t know how you were ever gonna stop it.

But of course a gunshot rang through the air, making you split up like the other was on fire.

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fumikomiyasaki · 11 months ago

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And here is me making myself happy again by doing Carol ship content... illness wins again... but well I tried.

Carol x Tidus @the-trinket-witch (Hope you don't mind this I liked the idea I send you)

Carol x Des @thetwstwildcard

Carol x Keisuke (With Souta spying) @sakuramidnight15

Carol x Kaminari @vivaresmala

Carol x Rowan @forestwispocs

Carol x Kronos @silent-dragon

I will after some thing get soon to the school uniform updates

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #Carol ann #carol x tidus #carol x des #carol x keisuke #carol x kaminari #carol x rowan #carol x kronos #carol x plant gang

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ddamm · 4 months ago

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‘Goodbye’ | What if Y/N died? - Daryl Dixon x reader - TWD imagine fic

(Image found in Pinterest, so, credits to rightful owner)

Warnings: angst definitely, death of a loved one, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, mild Daryl swearing, might cry so have some tissues at hand

Word counts: 1399 words (I think it´s the shortest I´ve done for now)

Era: at least after S3 Prison era, but no era in particular

A/N: Sincerely I'm not sure how or why I came up with this. I made a draft of this after my evening prayer session. I stayed on the ground for like half an hour after singing worship and crying and then this song came to me… and all I could picture was this very sad moment of the death of a loved one, and Daryl… Somehow I always end up crying when I listen to this song. It has something so emotional about it, something that feels like a goodbye… well, enjoy it and try not to cry haha.

Song: Je te laisserai des most - Patrick Watson

(listen during the whole thing over and over again 👍🏿)

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Daryl promised himself he would not shed more tears after Merle's death, but how would he not if she was now the one vanishing in his arms?

Y/N was the love of his life and had become his motive to live. But now, because of them, time was ticking for her, and she'd depart for somewhere he couldn't reach. Somewhere, he couldn't follow her.

Daryl cursed beneath his breath, angry at the situation before him and at the helplessness he felt. His face went pale in fright as he scanned the multiple bite and tear marks bleeding out over her torso and body.

“Shit, shit, shit… Huh… Y-ya dun have to worry, angel. I'll take ya to the doc and they'll… they'll fix ya up. We'll find a way,” he said, trying to stay positive and evading the cruel reality.

“Is everyone— safe?” Daryl's throat dried, and he found it difficult to speak, but he replied.

“Ye... Ye, everyone's… safe, thanks to ya,” he nodded his head slowly as he held Y/N close, parting her messy and scattered hair out of your face.

“I'm– sorry, Dar Dar… I'm always– giving you trouble, am I not?” Her breathing was difficult and slow, and this was scaring the man further as he tried to laugh out what she said.

“Ya ain't gotta be sorry 'bout nuthin', angel... C'mon, we gotta fix yer mess before ya start stinkin' like a skunk.” Daryl tried picking her up from the dusty ground, but she couldn't even feel your legs anymore.

He halted his actions when he felt her grasp on his shirt. Her trembling, blood-stained hand was holding onto him with the few strengths she had left. “I can't… this is it, Daryl,” she said, knowing it was too late for her, but he hushed her words.

“Dun say that. Yer gonna be jus' fine,” he insisted, wishing to remain in his delusion.

“Daryl, please... Take care of Allie...” she had solicited as her last wish.

“I can't.” “Yes, you can; I know you can.” “Y'all can do tha' when ya recover.” He kept bickering. “Dary, you're not liste—” “She's gonna need her mama, I ain't no good with 'em kids; she'll—”

“DARYL DIXON!” She exclaimed, making the man at her side hush.

“It has to be you. You're the—cough, cough, cough.” She spluttered blood over her chin, staining Daryl's face too. But he could only care about her, and with all the care in the world, he wiped her stained face for her.

Once she stabilised her breathing, she resumed. “You're the only one. The only one I can trust this to.” Daryl shook his head, going against her statement. “I-I can't... I wun be able to do tha' stuff on ma own... Being a parent, tha' stuff ain't somethin' someone fucked up like me can do.” His hands trembled in hers while he explained his twisted reasoning on why he wasn't the right person to fulfil her last request, taking care of her baby.

“Daryl, you won't be alone... You've got Rick, Michonne, Carol—” “Ain't the same damn thing,” he replied with a stern, upset voice.

Just a few weeks ago, you successfully gave birth to your precious daughter, Alison, and now, you were vanishing in his arms? Daryl couldn't accept it.

“Yer... different. Different from 'em, different from all, dammit,” he cursed under his breath, frustrated about not being able to word out how he felt about her.

“Yer... ma damn reason to survive! I can't— I can't do nothin' without ya. She needs ya here; she needs her mama. What in tarnation am I gonna tell her when she's old enough to bother my ass with questions 'bout her old hag?” He questioned her with a hint of dread. “You tell her the truth.” “That I let her mama get killed 'cause I was dilly-dallyin' too dang long?” he pressed on a little aggressively.

“Daryl.” She called his name with a serious stare, not liking that he was already blaming himself, but her gaze softened when she saw the look on his face. “I've lost too much stuff, too many folks... I can't lose ya too; I... I need ya, Y/N...”

She quieted down for a while as thoughts invaded her mind, and Y/N felt bad for passing on her role, her responsibility to Daryl as a burden on his shoulders.

He always took care of her (in his own Dixon way). Back in the quarry camp, Daryl had defended her and her late husband many times (more like her) when Shane and Carol's husband crossed the line. She still remembers how his arrow saved her, just in time, from getting bitten by a walker the night before they left.

She remembered how he had comforted her (tried) after the CDC Lab incident and even when they discovered what happened to Sofia. He was the most upset about that, yet he still came to apologise to her too for not trying well enough, because he knew Sofia and she had a great relationship (just like you and Carol).

Now that she thought of it, the number of times Daryl silently protected, shielded, or cared for her without her full acknowledgement was overwhelming. He had constantly been there for her for so long, always stepping in to save or defend her, even before her husband turned. He became twice as protective of her when he learned there was a new life growing inside her.

All that evidence... Yet she continued to deny any attraction to the lone archer, even if deep down she knew exactly what she felt. Her late husband was long lost and gone, but why could she never seem to leave the sense of guilt away? Why did she feel it was wrong to correspond to Daryl's ways of affection?

If she could have, she would have sighed, pitting herself and her way of disrespecting him and his feelings. But nothing can be done now.

“I know you are afraid... Afraid of parenting alone... Afraid of hurting her... But Daryl, that girl adores you already... Even just as a baby, you're the only person she doesn't cry with besides me. The only one I could leave her with when I needed to rest.”

Y/N stretched her weakened hand to meet his cheek, gently caressing his skin, and he placed his on top of hers as his tears and sniffs became more prominent.

“I'm sorry, I can't stay... I have to rest forever now,” she chuckled, trying to ease him, but seeing her faking strength only hurt him more. “You are awesome, Daryl. The fact that you always took care of me proves it. And she knows that you cared for her mama and that you'll do the same for her. That's why she smiles the most when you're around.”

His sobs became more audible. Your words of support and cheering burned in his skin like fire on a wood chunk. And he looked away in shame, not wanting your last vision of him to be his pathetic sadness, proof of his inner weakness.

“Can you, please, care for her while I'm gone?” She asked him one last time. Despite his sorrow, he nodded in silence, granting her peace of mind, as she knew she didn't have to worry no more.

“Thank you, Dar Dar...” “No need for tha', angel.” She assented, agreeing with his comment. She sought his gaze, wishing to speak her mind but found herself troubled, struggling to find the right terms and considering twice whether to fully express them before she eventually resolved to say her final words to him.

“Oh, and Daryl?” He hummed, asking what she wanted. “I love you,” she professed. And that was his breaking point.

His heart was filled with regret for not being there in time, for not staying by her side, for not being truthful with his feelings and telling her how much she meant to him whenever he could...

“I... I love ya too, Y/N,” he replied, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

A final smile came to her lips as her eyes closed and her hand dropped to her side, signifying the end.

Daryl held her body against his, weeping the death of his beloved, as the third time someone he cared for died in his presence, without him being able to stop it.

“Goodbye, angel...”

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A/N: So, here comes this that I had been planning for some time but never found enough time to finish (my laptop wasn't cooperating). I don't really have much to say about it but I think I don't like it as much. Maybe I need to re-listen to the song to see if I feel the same way as when I wrote down the idea but idk, it doesn't look good (not satisfied with the ending).

But anws, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it.

Take care and God bless!~

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 1 year ago

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Pink Roses [Fake Dating Trope]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Fake Dating situation 1. Two characters pretend to date for some purpose such as social gain, only for real feelings to get involved at some point "Bucky asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend to keep his elderly sister happy. You’re just platonic friends/coworkers, what could possibly go wrong?"

Warnings: Lil’ bit of angst into a happy ending. Reader uses fem pronouns and is referred to as ‘girlfriend’. No use of y/n. Friends to lovers. Reader spends Christmas and Easter with Bucky but doesn’t necessarily celebrate them herself, but they are mentioned.

WC: 7,000 baby!!!! Kicking off the Trope De Sept event strong!

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“Thank you for the flowers by the way, they are beautiful.” Rebecca sighed, playing with the pink petals of the roses in front of her

“Of course Rebecca,” you responded. “Bucky picked them.”

“Oh my, he has good taste. He gets you flowers right?”

“Oh…” her question caught you off guard.

Bucky had merely introduced you by name when you arrived with him to visit his sister for Christmas. You assumed he had warned her he was bringing a coworker, but she seemed to not have gotten the memo and thought your relationship with her brother was something else.

“All the time, Becca. Mom raised me right.” he said, giving you a playful wink as he did

It was a lie, but Rebecca didn’t catch on.

“See I knew my brother was a gentleman. Oh he is so lucky to have you in his life.”

You shot Bucky a curious look and he merely shrugged in response.

The reason you were there with him at all began a few days before, right before Christmas.

“Hey Bucky, just heading out. See you in the New Year!” you said, tying your scarf tightly around your neck, ready to leave the Avengers compound for the two week break from work.

“Hey yeah! Have a good winter break! You got any big plans?” he asked

“No. Keeping it quiet this year.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah I just…I got so sick of my family asking me the same thing and all my cousins flaunting engagement rings, and wedding plans, and ultrasounds, that I just don’t even bother going home for holidays anymore.”

“Oh yeah, I get it. You should meet my sister. I’m going to see her on Christmas and all she does is worry about me. She’s convinced I’m unhappy because I’m single. She literally tries to set me up with every new nurse they hire at her nursing home and I just know most of the Christmas dinner conversation is going to be asking me when I’m going to find someone nice to settle down with.”

“Oh gosh that sounds fun.” you said with a chuckle

“Hey if you don’t have any big Christmas plans, would you want to come with me? My sister loves company and we can even get takeout afterwards. You know, just so you don’t have to spend Christmas alone?”

“Bucky, that’s very sweet of you. I’d love to. Your sister sounds amazing. I can't wait to meet her.”

“Great. Yeah Rebecca’s a fun time. She’s 98 and still smart as a whip. You’ll love her!”

“Okay sounds like a plan.”

The Crown Heights Senior Living Center knew how to throw a Christmas party, with Rebecca Barnes leading the charge on the caroling group and Bucky helping her coordinate the gift exchange.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had such a fun time, with a group of octogenarians no less.

“Wow Rebecca! How did Bucky keep a pet racoon in the attic for a whole week without your mother noticing?”

“Well that old Brownstone we lived in was solid. They don’t build them like that anymore. The walls were so thick it took her a while to figure out where the scratching noises were coming from.”

“Yeah well she also got suspicious when I swiped an extra serving of her meatloaf and ran upstairs with it right after dinner.” Bucky chimed in

“Speaking of, Becs they’ll be serving your dinner soon and we’re getting hungry too.” Bucky said, standing and giving his sister a kiss on the forehead

“Darling, it was lovely to meet you.” Rebecca said to you, then turned to her brother “James, please bring your girlfriend around more often, she’s a treat.”

You and Bucky smiled at her and departed the room, making your way down the tinsel decorated hall.

“Awe, she thinks I’m your girlfriend!” you teasingly commented, playfully smacking his arm

“Yeah well, literally every time I visit, she’s trying to set me up with a new nurse they’ve hired and she’s always asking me when I’m going to find someone nice to settle down with.”

“I think it’s sweet.”

“Now when I come back to visit next week, she’s gonna ask about you and I’m gonna have to break her heart and tell her I’m still alone and destitute. I…” Bucky trailed off

“What?”

“It’s a dumb idea.”

“What is?”

“What if we… look this might be crazy but. Would you want to, you know, pretend to be my girlfriend? Just come with me to the nursing home every once in a while on like holidays and things? Just to keep my sister happy. I mean she’s 98 years old, there’s not a lot left going on in her life and I’ve literally never seen her more excited.”

“Okay. This is either going to go really well or really poorly. Either way I wanna see it. So yeah. Let’s do it.”

You saw Bucky at work nearly everyday in the New Year, exchanging pleasantries and making small talk like all coworkers do. At the beginning of February, he brought up his sister again, mentioning that she asked about you and asking if you’d like to join him to visit her again on Valentine's Day. You agreed.

Bucky gave your front door three knocks and you swung it open to greet him, still fiddling with the clasp on your necklace as you got ready.

“Hey, I’ll be ready in a few.” you said as he entered your apartment, stopping in your tracks as you noticed the bouquet he held in his metal arm.

Pink roses, just like the one’s he’d brought Rebecca at Christmas.

“Oh these are for you.” he said, noticing your gaze traveling to them

“For me? But…”

“Don’t worry I have another bouquet for Becca.” he said, pulling an identical bouquet from behind his back “But at Christmas I told her I got you flowers all the time, so I figured I actually should, you know, not be a liar.”

“Not be a… Bucky, we are quite literally about to go see her and lie to her a bunch! You know, about us.” you gestured between the two of you

Bucky laughed and shook his head.

“Fair, but why lie about one more thing? And besides, I think I owe you more than just a thank you for doing all this.”

“Fair.” you said, mimicking his tone and taking the bouquet from him

As you filled a glass vase in the sink and placed the roses in it, Bucky stepped behind you, grabbing the necklace from where you had placed it on the counter and wordlessly fastened it around your neck.

A chill ran down your spine as his fingers fiddled with the clasp, finally connecting it with the hook and pressing his palm against the back of your neck to lay it flat.

“Now I know you aren’t just spending such a romantic holiday just visiting an old lady. What are your plans? James, how are you romancing your lady today?”

You and Bucky looked at each other nervously. You hadn’t really discussed backstory or any other thing she might want to know about your relationship.

“I’ll tell you later Rebecca, don’t want to ruin any surprises!” Bucky finally spoke up, and you made a point to reach for his right hand, intertwining your fingers with his like any couple might and put on an excited look on your face for the non-existent Valentines plans. His palm was warm as he rubbed his thumb in delicate circles around your hand.

“Oh good! Well don’t let me keep you kids too long!” she exclaimed, shooing you out the door of her room

“Okay we really need to discuss more backstory and stuff before we come here. She’s asking too many questions.” he commented as you walked down the hall

“Bucky, maybe this is a bad idea. Your sister is so sweet and I feel bad lying to her like this.”

“Hey, look, she's happy because she thinks I’m happy. We can call this off if you want, but I really think it’d break her heart if I tell her we broke up. Please, just a few more visits? Just so she doesn’t think I’m totally alone.”

“But you are.”

Bucky shot you a look that you’d only ever seen when Sam got on his nerves.

You gnawed at your bottom lip and gave it some thought, Bucky’s blue eyes staring you down. “Okay. But we need to come up with more of a back story. Let’s go grab a cup of coffee and set some ground rules?”

“It’s a date.”

Your eyes went wide at the word date.

“Sorry. It’s a ‘platonic coworkers pretending to date’ not-date.” he said with a grin

“Fine, but you’re buying.”

“It’s Valentine's Day, it'd be absolutely ungentlemanly of me to not.”

The coffee shop around the corner was decorated for the occasion, with heart-shaped foil garland cascading from the ceiling and a cupid chalk drawing taking up a large portion of the menu board.

The barista topped your hot chocolate’s whipped cream with red and pink sprinkles and Bucky chuckled at the foam heart she drew into the top of his latte.

Every other table seemed to be occupied by couples, all looking gooey-eyed at each other and whispering sweet nothings across the small marble tables.

You were so busy taking in all the displays of love that Bucky had to clear his throat to get your attention, arms stretched out behind you reaching for your coat.

“Oh gosh sorry.” you said, shrugging out of it as he placed it on the hook on the wall and then pulled the wooden chair out for you to sit.

“Shit, your sister is right, you are a good boyfriend.” you said

Bucky rolled his eyes with a smirk and took his seat across from you.

“Okay.” you said, placing your palms on the table in front of you “ground rules.”

“Right, if you want to add a third to the bedroom, it has to be Sam. We made a pact a while back, it’s a long story but sorry it’s the only way...”

“Bucky!”

“Shit doll, sorry! I was kidding! I mean kind of, Sam and I did sort of agree…”

“Bucky!” you cut him off “Look if you don’t want to take this seriously, then fine I can just go and call it here. This is for you and your sister after all.”

“No, dammit I’m sorry, you’re right. Okay, go ahead.” Bucky replied

“Well we need to establish a backstory. And know a little more about each other so it doesn’t seem suspicious.”

“Okay. You go first. Ask anything you want to know about me.”

“Okay um. What’s your favorite color?”

“Really? You think what’s gonna make us not believable is whether or not you know my favorite color?” he looked at you in disbelief

“I don’t know! What else do couples know about each other?”

“Not sure. I haven’t dated regularly since 1943. It’s blue, by the way. What’s yours?” He responded

“Purple. Is that your usual coffee order?”

“In the winter, yes. In summer, I go for iced coffee.”

“Okay. Um. I guess it might be more important to have some facts about us. As a couple.”

“Right. Like what?”

“Well like where was our first kiss? Or our first date?” you asked

“In Central Park under the Cherry Blossoms. I’m romantic like that.”

“Bucky you told her we just started dating in the fall…”

“Fine, in Central Park under the orange leaves.”

“Who said I love you first?”

“You, obviously” he replied

That made you roll your eyes “Why is it obviously me?”

“Do I seem like the kind of guy to be open with his feelings?”

“No, you're the quietest on the team. It took four months of me working with the Avengers for you to return my good morning greeting everyday with even a nod of acknowledgement.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows as if to say “see I’m right”

“Fine. What’s the most romantic thing you've ever done for me?”

“Decorated your Christmas tree while you were at work.”

“I didn’t have a Christmas tree.”

“Well since all of this is pretend, let’s pretend you did.”

“Fine. While we’re on the subject, what did we get each other for the holidays?”

“I got you that necklace.” he nodded in your direction to the string of delicate pearls he helped you put on earlier. In reality, it’d been a gift you got yourself for your most recent birthday, but you were fine with the alternate story.

“Fine. I guess I got you a Frank Sinatra album for your record player.”

“How’d you know I have a record player?”

“Lucky guess.”

“Is it because I’m old?”

“I mean, yeah maybe…”

He sat back in his chair, looking thoroughly unamused.

“Since I know she’s going to ask next time you see her, what did you do to woo me on Valentine’s Day?” you asked

“Took you to a coffee shop and got you pink roses.” he gestured at the cafe around you, a proud smile on his face

“You know what, it’s actually the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.” you said with a grin

“See, I am good at this boyfriend thing. What else should we know?”

“What side of the bed do you sleep on?” you asked

“Trick question, neither. I sleep on the floor because of my nightmares.”

“Bucky thats…” you trailed off

“Hey, it's something my girlfriend would know.” Bucky said so casually, as if he had not opened up to you and revealed something incredibly sad and personal about himself.

“Right. Um… what else do you and Rebecca talk about? That way you can think of things to weave into conversation about us that make us seem real.”

“Honestly, we talk a lot about our childhood. She helps me remember a lot of things I’ve forgot thanks to the, ya know” he pointed to his head

You nodded in understanding.

“Anyway, like last week she told me a story I’d totally forgotten about the time Steve and I snuck into the movies and when we got caught, we pretended we didn’t speak English to avoid getting in trouble.”

You listened as Bucky shared more stories about his life in the 30s and 40s, eventually laughing so much and talking so long, the cafe employees had to ask you to leave so they could close up for the evening.

He rode the subway with you to your stop and even walked you to your door as if he were really your Valentine’s date. You felt much better about seeing Rebecca again, confident now that you and Bucky could convincably appear as a real couple after today.

By the time Easter rolled around, you’d established a solid back story and even hung out with Bucky a few times outside of your work relationship to get to know each other better. You always loved every visit with his sister and hanging out with him felt easy.

You were, however, very nervous when Mother’s Day came. You’d finally be meeting Rebecca’s children and grandchildren, all of whom loved their Uncle Bucky, but loved Rebecca even more.

“You seem nervous.” Bucky commented

You had been silent but fidgety the whole subway ride from your apartment to the nursing home. Bucky, of course, picked you up at your front door every time you met, even though it was out of his way from his place to the nursing home.

“I am.” you replied

“Why? Becs loves you. She’s excited to see you again.”

“Yes but I’m meeting everyone else and it’s making me anxious.”

“Why?”

“Because they love you and your sister a lot. I want them to like me”

“I like you so they'll like you.”

“Bucky, you’re only pretending to like me! I love your sister, but it feels a lot easier to trick one old lady than to trick a bunch of people at once into believing we’re real!”

“Okay. First, I do like you. I promise, that part is not pretend.” You know he just meant it platonically, but it still made you blush.

“Secondly,” he continued “Rebecca is the sharpest person I know, so if she’s convinced, then they will be too.”

“I’m still worried they’re gonna find out and kill me.”

“Hey” he reassured “They won’t find out and they won’t kill you and even if they try, like they’re gonna get past me.” he wiggled his metal fingers in your face.

“She hasn’t said anything right? Like she isn’t getting suspicious?”

“Doll, take a chill pill. Even if she figures it out, it’s on me not you. I’m her brother, remember?”

“I know but Bucky she’s been so sweet and nice to me and I adore her and I don’t want to let her down!”

“You won’t, now just relax.”

Rebecca’s son, Scott, had prepared a fabulous meal and as you all sat around a table in the community room of the nursing home eating, her daughter Kim gave a beautiful speech about how Rebecca taught her to be a great mom and how loved she was by the family.

Tears sprung to your eyes at just how loved and revered this woman was and how lucky you felt to know her, even if it was under the false pretense of being her brother’s girlfriend.

Bucky noticed you getting emotional and placed an arm around your back, absentmindedly rubbing circles with his hand in comfort as Kim continued to speak. You shot him a look of thanks and winked at him as you saw tears welling behind his eyes as well.

After dinner had been cleared and dessert had been served, you were locked in a pleasant conversation with Bucky’s grandniece Jenny.

“I don’t know, maybe I should change my major…”

“Well, you’re young. Lots of people take years to figure it out.” you replied

“Uh oh.” she exclaimed, pointing toward the door “Looks like you’ve got some competition.”

Bucky was standing in the hall, deep in conversation with one of the nurses, who was throwing her head back in fits of laughter at whatever he was saying to her, and playfully touching his arm.

“Well, you know Bucky, he’s just… friendly.” you shrugged it off, trying to not let the interaction bother you

Jenny gave you a quizzical look, knowing that was a bold-faced lie and Bucky was the most surly and quiet person either of you had ever met. Except around you and Rebecca, of course.

“So tell me more about your thesis,” you said, directing the conversation back and hoping to distract yourself from whatever it was Bucky was doing

The subway ride back to your apartment was mostly silent, which wasn’t abnormal for him, except all you could think about was the way that nurse was with him, and more importantly, how he was with her. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at her, how he had leaned into her touch everytime she placed a hand on his arm, how they had talked nearly the whole afternoon.

“So David told me he and Shelby are expecting.” Bucky said, finally breaking the silence

“David and …? Oh yeah, Scott’s oldest.” you said, still mentally trying to keep all of Bucky’s nieces, nephews, and their kids straight in your mind, having just met all of them in one go today.

“Yeah. Which means Rebecca is going to be a great-grandmother.” he continued

“Oh my gosh that’s right! That’s so great! Did they tell her?”

“Yeah. She was pretty excited. Then of course, she asked me when you and I are going to start…” he said

“Oh yeah? What did you say to her?”

“Told her we’d get to it eventually. That we were still enjoying being young and in love.”

“Bucky, you’re 106…”

A smile formed across his face and he shook his head.

“You know what I meant!”

“Well we’ll never fictitiously get around to it if you for-real flirt with nurses.” you snidely commented

“Ohhh not my pretend girlfriend pretending to be jealous!” he joked back

“I’m not jealous, Bucky, I’m just trying to keep up appearances. But I don’t blame you, she was cute.”

“Yeah she was.”

“Okay serious question, what if one of us gets into a real relationship?” you asked

“Why are you planning to?”

“No, I mean I wouldn’t complain, but I don’t exactly have any great prospects right now.”

“I don’t either.”

“Um, that nurse was absolutely a prospect.” you argued back

“Doll, will you drop it with the nurse already?”

“No. Look, if you want to be for-real happy and quit lying to your sister, I think you should ask the nurse out. This has been fun, but don’t let us pretending to date hold you back from an actual relationship.”

Bucky sighed and hung his head.

“Okay. When I visit Rebecca this week, I will ask the nurse out. Just to get you off my back about it.” he conceded

“Well just be sure to add in the fact that you have prospects lined up when you tell your sister we broke up, just to soften the blow.” you joked

“Wow, you make it sound like I have women out the door, just waiting in line for me.” Bucky joked

You could if you wanted, you’re a fucking catch, is what you wanted to say, but instead just chose to lightly chuckle at Bucky’s joke.

“I think I will wait and see if the nurse says yes and if she does, see how the date goes before breaking it to my sister. And if it goes bad, at least I still have you.”

“Wow, make a girl feel more special to be your backup plan, why don’t you?” you joked

“You know what I mean! Wait, you will still keep this up for me if the nurse says no right?”

You sighed.

“Yes. I’ve actually really been having fun spending time with your sister.”

And you, you wanted to add, but again, didn't.

“But I do want you to be happy, so I will sacrifice hanging out with the coolest 98 year old I’ve ever met if it means you get a for-real girlfriend and stop being a grumpy, lonely old man.”

“Thanks doll, you’re the best.”

Things at work got hectic that week and you didn’t see Bucky until midway through the next week.

You were sitting at your computer, combing some case files when Bucky snuck up behind you.

“So things got complicated…”

“Jesus, Bucky, don’t scare me like that!” you said, practically jumping out of your seat when he spoke

“Sorry!”

“Wait, complicated how?”

“Well I asked the nurse out. And she said yes. And apparently it was the hot topic in the nursing home all weekend. And my sister asked why I was two-timing you. So I had to tell her we broke up.”

Your heart sank at the thought of not hanging out with Bucky and Rebecca anymore.

“Okay. Well, we knew that might have to happen. And the nurse?”

“Her name is Maddie, by the way. And we went out last night.”

“And?”

“It went well. She was nice and it was fun and we’re going to go out again this weekend.”

“Bucky, that’s great. I’m really happy for you.” you replied, trying to truly mean it and push your own feelings towards the situation aside.

But your mind just raced with worry about how well it actually went. Did he mean it went well like it was an agreeable evening and they talked a few hours and went their separate ways? Or did he mean it went well like she got to find out if his lips were as soft as they actually look? It went well like they hooked up and had steamy sex and she got to feel how his toned muscles felt under her hands while he brought her to ecstasy the way you’d always imagined and … no. You needed to stop. It was a bad idea to think about him that way. Especially since he now belonged to someone else, and never really belonged to you in the first place.

“Doll, I really can’t thank you enough.” Bucky spoke and broke you out of your spiraling thoughts “Rebecca had so much fun with you and you know… I think pretending to date you might have actually given me the confidence to ask Maddie out. Don’t know if I thought I could be a good real boyfriend without being a good fake one first.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Well I’m happy to have helped. And by the way, yeah you were a phenomenal fake boyfriend. Better than most of the real ones I’ve had.”

You tried not to let the tears come to your eyes that you could feel brimming to the surface. You were just sad to say goodbye to Rebecca, that’s all. She was so special and spending time with her was a gift. It helped that Bucky was also so charming and funny, but it was absolutely just about Rebecca. Afterall, you’d still get to see Bucky at work. You wouldn’t really talk as in-depth as when you were with his sister and hanging out in service of keeping up the lie, but it would be fine.

However, much to your disappointment, it seemed like after that conversation, Bucky avoided you like you two had actually been a couple and actually broken up. He wouldn’t look you in the eye during mission briefings, wouldn’t say more than two words to you and they were always related to work, and if he ever found himself alone in a room with you, he quickly found an excuse to leave.

It had been about two months since you had “broken up” and you had given up hope of even having any sort of friendship with Bucky. But the truth was, you missed him. You missed making fun of him when he made a reference so outdated, historians wouldn’t even get it. You missed the way his smile rose more on his right side when you’d crack a joke. You missed when he’d sing along to one of Rebecca’s records and try to dance with both you and her at the same time, inevitably spinning you into each other and ending in the three of you in a fit of giggles.

You tried not to think of it though, threw yourself into work and tried to forget. But you couldn’t. Everything reminded you of him.

And you tried not to think about how much you missed him as you watched him walk onto the ramp of a quinjet, prepping to take off for a ten day mission to take down a Hydra base in Latvia.

Six days later, you were in your apartment, making your evening cup of tea when your phone rang.

You picked it up and put it down three times before finally processing that it was Bucky’s name popping up on the screen. With the time zone difference, it had to at least be three in the morning where he was.

“Bucky?” you finally answered “Is everything okay?”

“No. Doll, it’s not.”

“What happened? Are you okay? Is Sam okay? Did something go wrong?” you panicked, knowing of all the hundreds of people the Avengers employed, you were not the person to call if something went wrong with the mission.

“No, it’s Rebecca. She um…” Bucky sounded on the verge of crying and your heart broke in an instant “Kim called and Rebecca is in the hospital. I didn’t get all the details, but it’s not good.”

“Bucky, I’m so sorry.”

“Listen, I know I’ve already asked so much of you, but can you please… Can I ask you to go for me? Go see her? Sam and I are trying to wrap up as quick as we can, but I just can’t bear the thought of not being there with her and she loved you so much and I know you being there would really mean a lot to both of us.”

You had never heard Bucky ramble like that before. His voice was shaky and unsure and it broke your heart.

“Okay. Of course I can go.” you replied without hesitation. You loved Rebecca too, of course you wanted to be with her.

“Thank you. So much. Really. I’ll text you the room number and the hospital. I’ll let Kim and Scott know you’re coming too.”

“Okay.”

“And um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For how it’s been lately.”

“Bucky, It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. But um, we can talk more when I get back.”

“Okay. I’ll go see her now, just text me.”

You were pulling on your shoes already when Bucky’s text came through. You were out the door and to the hospital in less than twenty minutes.

Kim greeted you with a big hug when you arrived.

“Oh, she’ll be so excited to see you!” Kim said, leading you down the hall of the hospital towards Rebecca’s room “You know, she still talks about you all the time even though you two broke up a while ago.”

You tried to bite back a smile, not wanting to feel happy in such a grim situation. But knowing at least Rebecca missed your presence and made sure Bucky didn’t forget you lightened your mood just a little.

Any hint of a grin was knocked off your face as soon as you stepped in the room. Rebecca was looking quite different from when you last saw her. Usually so healthy and spry for her age, she looked frail in the thin hospital gown, laying limply in the bed in the middle of the sterile room. Her gray curls were not in their usual coiff, but unkempt and wild. Her eyes looked sallow and dull. But her beautiful smile still came through when she saw you walk into the room.

“Oh my dear!” she reached out a shaky hand toward you. “It is so good to see you!”

Her hand wrapped around yours and she patted it a few times.

“How have you been? Oh, I’ve missed you! You know I was just saying to James the other day, it was a shame he let such a gem like you go.”

“Rebecca, that’s very kind, but how are you? Are you resting? Are you feeling better?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I was fine, but the nurses at the home, they called an ambulance and made me come here!”

“Mom, you passed out and your heartbeat was at 22 bpms!” Kim interjected

Rebecca waved her hand, then turned back to you.

“Where is James? Did you come with him?” she asked

“No. He’s away on a mission, but he’ll be here as soon as he can. He asked me to come see you until he could get here.”

“Oh that’s so kind of you. You know, he really loved you. I could see it every time he looked at you and every time I’d ask about you he’d talk and talk. I told him to hold on to you, but, well my brother never wants to listen to me!”

“Mom!” Kim interrupted again and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Even in this state, Rebecca’s personality was still shining through.

You caught up a little more, filling Rebecca and Kim in on your life since you last saw them.

Finally, Rebecca’s eyes kept closing mid-sentence and you and Kim left her to get more rest.

As you and Kim walked down the hall of the hospital together, she filled you in more on Rebecca’s health and explained that Scott and Jenny were also taking shifts visiting, currently hanging out in the waiting room down the hall.

“Sweetie, it’s getting late, let me give you some money so you can get a cab home.”

“No, Kim, I’ll stay here with you guys tonight.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Please? Just until Bucky calls again. Maybe by morning we’ll have a better idea of when he’ll be back.”

Kim nodded and gave your arm a light squeeze in thanks.

The waiting room was small and featured dated furniture and peeling wallpaper set under the glow of harsh fluorescent lights. Scott was asleep, curled in an uncomfortable position in a chair in the corner. Jenny flashed you a tired smile as you entered. You sat on one of the worn couches and laid your head back, attempting to drift off into sleep.

The night was rather restless, dozing in and out, but never really getting pulled into sleep fully. Between the buzz of hospital employees rushing about, the cramped sleeping arrangement, and the worry chewing in the pit of your stomach about both Rebecca and Bucky, it was far too difficult to get solid rest.

Would Rebecca be okay? How would Bucky act towards you when he got back? Would things go back to being friendly between you as a thanks for being there for his family or would he simply continue to ignore you and act as though this also didn’t happen?

You must have finally gotten to sleep, because you were pulled out of slumber by a metal hand squeezing yours and a soft calling of your name by a familiar voice.

Your eyes shot open to find Bucky, crouched down in front of you, face meeting yours as he gently woke you. Despite the exhaustion painted on his face, he was a radiant light in the otherwise dim environment.

“Bucky!” you sat upright and pulled him into a tight hug

“Hey Doll.” he said, squeezing you so tightly you thought you’d burst like a can of Pillsbury Crescent Rolls.

“How did the mission go? When did you get back? Have you been in to see your sister yet?” you asked

Bucky shook his head.

“We can talk about the mission later. Thank you so much for being here.”

“How is Rebecca?” you asked

“I… um. I don’t know. I just got here and came to see you guys first.” he nodded toward the sleeping forms around you.

“You should go see her. Hopefully she got plenty of rest over night.”

Bucky shook his head some more.

“I don’t know if I can… she’s the last thing I have of my old life. I don’t know if I can bear to see her like that.”

“Bucky, she needs you. She wants to see you, she asked where you were last night.”

Bucky sighed, wetness welling in his worn blue eyes.

“I’ll go with you.” you volunteered

“Doll, you’ve already done so much. I can’t ask another thing of you.”

“Please, Bucky, I want to be there for you. And for her.”

He nodded and took your hand in his flesh one, helping you off the couch and not letting go as you walked down the hall together towards Rebecca's room.

She was sitting upright in bed and her face lit up at the sight of you and her brother, nearly spilling the applesauce the nurses brought her for breakfast into her lap.

Bucky finally let go of your hand, giving his sister a hug much more gentle than the one he gave you.

“Oh James, you know you didn’t have to rush away from work just to come see me!”

“Becca, yes I did!” he smiled

“Well, your girlfriend had things covered here.” she gestured towards you

“Oh, Becs no, we’re not back together.” Bucky explained

“Oh? But why not?” Rebecca asked

“It's not important right now. What’s important right now is getting you healthy.”

Rebecca smiled and shook her head.

“James, it is important right now. I’ve lived a lot of years and I’ve learned the most important thing in life is holding the ones you love close to you. I learned that when my big brother ‘died’ at war. I learned that when my children grew up too fast and moved away. I learned that with every grandchild born and held in my arms. And I learned that when you came back into my life after so many years.”

“Rebecca…” Bucky spoke, but she held up her hand to cut him off.

“I don’t know why you two broke up or what happened. But what I do know is how much the two of you clearly love each other. Look, James, I’m old. I know I don’t have much time left. But you, you have a life to live still and running away from the good things is not what your baby sister wants for you.”

“Rebecca, this is a conversation for her and I and another time.” Bucky argued

“You know for being my older brother, you sure aren’t wiser than me.”

“Wow, even sick in the hospital, still trying the younger sibling thing.” Bucky joked back

A knock at the door took the three of you from the conversation as a cheery nurse stepped inside the room.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I need to run a few tests the doctor ordered. It’ll only take a little while.” he explained.

Bucky sighed and gave his sister a kiss on her temple, then gestured for you to step out with him.

Once in the hall he finally broke down completely, the stress of the past few days catching up to him.

You cradled his head in your arms as he sobbed, knowing the longer the two of you stayed like this, the longer you could put off having a conversation.

“Can we go for a walk?” he asked, finally calm enough to stand and wipe the tears from his eyes

You nodded and took his hand again, leading him out to the front of the hospital into the sunshine.

A few open benches along the sidewalk provided a place for the two of you to sit. Still, it took a few minutes for Bucky to finally speak up.

“I’m sorry I let it get like this between us.” Bucky mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Bucky, please. We don’t have to do this right now. You should be worrying about your sister, not me.”

“No, Doll, Rebecca’s right.”

“Yeah?”

“About everything.” he nodded his head “About life. About us. But don’t tell her I said that, or she’ll never let me live it down.”

You giggled.

“I wanted it to be real. Not at first, but after a while. When she tells you a story about us as kids and you smile at me the way you do. Or when your eyes light up when I make up a lie about the latest romantic thing I did. I wanted it all to be real. And I still do.”

“I wanted it to be real too.” you confessed “But if you wanted that, then why did you not just ask me out for real instead of Maddie?”

“Because, like Rebecca said, I was running away from the good things. I was scared that after everything I’ve been through, no one would stick around knowing all of that about me. But then you did, and it scared the hell out of me. And I wasn’t sure if I was reading it all wrong. Asked Maddie out as an excuse to push you away. I thought maybe avoiding you would make me get over it, but it didn’t, it just made me miss you.”

“And Maddie?”

“We went on a few dates and it was fun, but of course, I kept her at a distance. Didn’t want to let her in like I did with you. So she broke it off with me after a while.”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“You know, the leaves in Central Park aren’t quite orange yet, but it’s still a nice time of year for a first date there.”

“Yeah. It is. For real this time?”

“For real this time.” you agreed “But let’s worry about getting Rebecca healthy first.”

“I bet if we go up and tell her we’re back together, she’ll run out of that room and steal a cab just to make sure we make it to Central Park today.” he joked

You softly pressed your lips against his, feeling him melt into your kiss as the tension between the two of you these last few months finally evaporated.

When you finally pulled apart, you realized now you were the one crying, relieved that things between the two of you worked out.

Rebecca was released from the hospital a few days later, new medication bringing her health back into balance and making her as vivacious as ever. She was even well enough to join you and Bucky in Central Park for your 8th date, though she didn’t know that, as you and Bucky decided it was best not to tell her about the lie even now. And of course, when Bucky and Rebecca stepped out of the cab on 5th Avenue, he held two bouquets of pink roses in his hands.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #fatws #mcu #marvel fic #bucky x fem reader #trope de sept #trope #fake dating

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tecontos · 2 months ago

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Transando a tarde com minha amiga (lesb)

By; Carol

Me chamo Carol, tenho 22 anos morena ,1,65 de altura, bumbum grande, seios médios.

Vou contar uma aventura que tive com uma amiga da faculdade estudamos juntas, era de manha e estávamos na faculdade e conversa vai e vem e ela me chama para ir para sua casa após a aula para almoçar e vermos um filme.

Chegamos em sua casa e então eu dei a ideia de vemos vídeos pornos então ela logo me disse:

- Vamos sim, aproveitamos e nos masturbamos, kkk to precisando – Ela com aquela cara de safada, querendo alguma coisa de mim…

Fiquei muito surpresa apesar de estar acostumada com suas brincadeiras eu não esperava por isso e fiquei com vergonha com a situação mais seguimos em para o computador e acessamos o X VIDEOS ela logo escolheu a sessão de lésbicas, eu já havia comentado com ela sobre minhas fantasia com mulheres e que tinha muita vontade de experimentar uma transa lésbica, fazia muito calor e ela foi trocar de roupa e veio apenas com um short bem curtinho e sutiã, ela e morena de cabelos pretos e lisos, pernas grossas e um bumbum bem proporcional mais o que chama mais a atenção são o tamanho dos seus peito que apesar de serem bem grandes são bem durinho, perfeitos.

Eu logo também tirei minha blusa e fiquei de calça e sutiã, ficamos ali eu sentada no sofá e ela no outro a medida que o vídeo passava eu comecei a me excitar e não conseguia tirar os olhos dos seu peito me vieram varia fantasias na minha mente, nesse momento eu já estava toda molhada.

Paramos de ver os vídeos e fomos fazer alguma coisa para comer eu estava um pouco desconfortável porque minha calcinha estava encharcada, por praticidade acabei fazendo um macarrão com carne e de sobre mesa tinha um bolo de chocolate, comemos o macarrão e fomos comer o bolo, eu peguei a colher e ela logo me disse.

– Amiga eu vou enfiar o cabo da colher no seu rabo.

Por incrível que parece eu não fiquei surpresa, eu já esperava que ela disse se isso, voltando para a sala no corredor ela veio por trás e me agarrou pegando nos meus peitos, eu nesse momento quase tive um orgasmo, me virei de frente para ela.

– Você vai querer enfiar a colher agora!

Então ela me deu um beijo, e eu já coloquei uma mão em sua nuca e a outra em seu bumbum, e logo desabotoei seu sutiã e coloquei minha boca em seus peitos, foi umas das melhores sensações que eu já tive, eram macios e firmes, kkk eu havia acabado de descobrir porque meu namorado gosta tanto de tocar os meus.

Fomos para o sofá e ela tirou a minha calça e eu e ficamos as duas só de calcinha, ela em mim com força me apertava e beijava meu corpo todo, eu então fiz o que eu mais tinha vontade de fazer puxei sua calcinha e a coloquei sentada no sofá com as pernas para cima me ajoelhei e dei uma lambida em sua buceta gordinha ela soltou um gemido.

– AAAAIIII amiga vai me chupa.

Eu continuei a chuparada e adorei o gostinho salgadinho de sua bucetinha e então.

– Amiga você sempre me disse que é muito gostoso dar cuzinho eu tenho vontade de experimentar

Ela sabia sobre eu ter sido arrombada pelo meu namorado em sua casa e no evento que participamos.

Eu desci minha boca e dei uma lambida em seu rabinho ela deixando bem molhadinho ela gemeu quando coloquei meu dedo na portinha do seu cuzinho. Ela gemia muito a medida em que eu enfiava meu dedo.

– Vai mete esse dedo mo meu rabo que eu to adorando.

Então eu metia o meu dedo enquanto chupava sua buceta e então ela soltou um grito e eu senti seu cuzinho contraindo e muito liquido saindo de sua buceta ela ficou arrupiada e mole levantamos e fomos tomar um banho.

-Não acredito que tive um orgasmo com uma mulher !!

Liguei o chuveiro e começamos a tomar banho, eu comecei a me ensaboar e ela veio me chupando meus peitos com vontade e enfiou dois dedos na minha bucetinha comecei a gemer.

-Amiga agora e minha vez!!

Ela enfiou um dedo no meu rabo e um na minha bucetinha, não sei como ela adivinhou que eu adoro isso eu gemia enquanto ela chupava meus peitos como se fosse arrancá-los, ela logo me colocou de quatro no chão do banheiro e veio no sentido de como se fosse me comer como um homem e começou a bater na minha bunda e dar tapas na minha buceta esfregava seu peitos em minhas costas e eu sentia seus bicos roçando em mim, ela então enfiou os dedos na minha buceta eu no momento que ela enfiou gozei fiquei fraca e saímos do banheiro e deitamos nuas na cama e tiramos um longo cochilo.

Quando acordei vi que tinha dois roxos nos peitos, fiquei sem deixar meu namorado chupar meus peitos e me comer ate sumirem os roxos.

Foi algo tão gostoso que ate hoje fazemos esses encontros e fodemos bem gostoso.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Carol

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hippiegoth97 · 23 days ago

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Hangman's Joke: An Eddie Munson x Reader Halloween Special (The Crow AU) Part Three

Collage by me :)

Master List

Special Thanks to @keikoraven for beta reading for me <3

Part One / Part Two

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, fem!reader, smoking, alcohol use, death, murder, blood, fighting, weapons, mentions of abuse/torture, crying, kinda angsty

Word Count: 8.5k

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Part Three

October 30th, 1992

Word spreads quickly through the town about Tommy, a frantic phone call from Carol to the police setting the horrific discovery into motion. She didn’t waste a second to call everybody she could think of to spread the word, sending a shiver of fear through everyone who dared pick up in these late hours of the night. Good, you think bitterly to yourself. They thought Eddie and I were something to fear before? I’ll fucking show them.

You’ve been laying low for a bit, waiting for the news to draw out your next victim. The crow has directed you to bide your time, in some innate way that doesn’t require words. It’s a sense you get, primitive and instinctual. Not yet, but soon. Very soon. So, you’ve been hiding out a couple of alleys over, leaning against your beloved Karma, lingering closeby to hear the sirens, to see the flashing red and blue zoom past the gaps between buildings. You playfully spin one of the twin blades in your hand, the other gently stroking the corvid who currently rests on your handlebars. The bird appears to enjoy the affection, taking it as a sign of respect for guiding you on this journey. Its silky feathers slip under your fingertips as you pet it, an approving caw leaving its beak every so often.

Shortly after the cavalry shows up, it’s finally time to go. The crow hops onto your shoulder once again, flapping its wings to propel itself the short distance. You swing a leg over your bike, kicking her engine on with one easy shove of your foot, and roar off to the end of the alleyway. You turn in the opposite direction of the scene, heading to the far side of town. Where Steve Harrington is currently calling up his old basketball buddies with the knowledge of Tommy’s death, and plans to host an impromptu memorial consisting of beers and shallow words.

“Thanks for coming, guys. I know Tommy would be happy to see you all here.” Steve says, cracking open his beer in the deserted cul-de-sac he and his buddies have met up at for the evening. There’s six of them here tonight, including himself. There would have been more, if it wasn’t so late. He takes a long gulp of his drink, his ears barely even acknowledging the words of condolences the other men offer to him. All he can think about was the call he got from Carol earlier this evening. He swears he could hear her tears on the other end, how afraid she was. She wasn’t really making any sense, her words were spilling over one another in a distraught babble. What he could make out was something about an intruder, a woman in dark clothes and makeup, and the threats this stranger made. It wasn’t much later that the police confirmed the worst. Tommy is dead, and Steve’s hand trembles as he contemplates who may have done this. The only person who fits Carol’s nearly incoherent description, is someone who has no business walking around. Not when Steve and his friends put her in the ground exactly one year ago.

“You okay, man? You’re looking a little pale.” One of his former teammates, Patrick, speaks up.

“Yeah. I’m good. It’s nothing.” Steve waves him off, finishing his drink. He crushes the can once it’s empty, tossing it into the street carelessly. He reaches for another right away, needing to soothe his nerves. If the whacked-out theory he has is true, he’s probably somewhere on the hit list. He only hopes that he’s wrong.

“So, who do you think did it?” Barry, another former athlete (who most certainly peaked in high school), questions. An uncertain look is shared among the group, a couple shrugs sprouting from their shoulders.

“Dude!” Steve scolds, slapping Barry’s chest with the back of his hand. “Shit, have some respect!”

“Sorry, I’m just saying what everybody’s thinking.” Barry retorts sheepishly.

“Alright. Why don’t you tell us who you think did it, then?” Steve gives the other man a shove, sending him backwards a few steps, their shoes scraping against the wet asphalt.

“Relax, Harrington. He didn’t mean anything by it.” Patrick steps in, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“No, I want him to answer me!” Steve keeps going, spilling his beer as he pushes Barry again. Barry’s hands come up in surrender, regretting saying anything at all.

“Dude, chill out! We’re just here to have a few drinks and remember our friend.” Patrick continues, placing a hand on either man’s shoulder. His eyes glance between them, in an effort to avoid a fight. Steve glares at Barry for a solid minute, debating whether he should sock the little shit in the jaw or not. His eyes flick to Patrick, finding sympathy from his friend. He elects not to take his unresolved anger out on Barry, not particularly in the mood for a fight anyway.

“Fine.” Steve scoffs, backing away to lean against his car. He takes another swig, becoming much drunker than he’d like. Or perhaps not drunk enough. His fear-addled mind can’t quite decide if keeping his wits would be wiser, or if he’s better off three sheets to the wind. Whatever, it’s not like a fuckin’ ghost of murder’s past is gonna visit me tonight, he thinks smugly to himself.

“Sorry, man. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Barry apologizes.

“It’s fine. Morbid curiosity, right?” Steve waves him off with a smile, his words slightly slurred now. “Don’t sweat it.” He claps his hand on Barry’s shoulder in a friendly manner. “Now, we may as well hear this little theory of yours. Have at it.” He adds, his demeanor changing on a dime.

“Nah, man. Really. Let’s just drop it.” Barry says uneasily, shaking his head.

“I insist.” Steve squeezes him hard, leaning in closer with a deadly stare. “Out with it.” He snarls. None of the other men get in the way this time. There’s a reason Steve is considered one of the leaders of the pack. And god help anyone who gets on his bad side.

“Well, I mean…” Barry starts, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He sighs, continuing despite his instincts telling him otherwise. “It’s gotta be Carol, right? She’s the one who saw him last.”

“No way, man. She wouldn’t do that. Besides, she’s the one who called me. She was a total mess.” Steve dispels this idea immediately, refusing to think the girl could be capable of anything like this.

“I dunno, dude. It’s almost always the girlfriend in these scenarios.” Barry says with certainty.

“Read a lot about crimes of passion, do you?” Steve retorts, rolling his eyes.

“Well, no!” Barry blurts. “Since you seem so sure, who do you think did it?” He turns the question back onto Steve, crossing his arms.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what I think.” Steve laughs, shaking his head. He polishes off his drink, already heading for a third.

“Why not?” Patrick asks curiously, just as the roar of a motorcycle slowly approaches the group of men. They all turn their tipsy heads to follow the sound, temporarily blinded by the bright headlight as its mysterious rider comes to a stop. The stranger kills the ignition, the light mercifully fading away in the dark. The shape of a young woman is revealed, though the sudden exposure has left their vision spotty and unfocused.

“Cuz Stevie here doesn’t think you believe in ghosts.” You answer the question on Steve’s behalf, climbing off the back of Karma and strutting over to the men. The crow leaves your shoulder, flying upwards to rest in a tree beside the curb of the cul-de-sac. You’re a bit outnumbered, but it won’t really be a problem. Not this time. Six against one sounds plenty fair to you at the moment.

“Who the hell are you?” Barry asks dumbly, rubbing his eyes and blinking a couple of times.

“I’ve been hearing that a lot today. Guess I didn’t make as much of an impact on this town as I thought.” You chuckle, bringing yourself further into the dim yellow glow of the street lights. “Allow me to refresh your memory.” You say darkly, a grin spreading across your lips. You command the memories of the torment these young men inflicted upon you to come forth, and flood their own minds. All of them fall to their knees, gripping their skulls, except for Steve. Given the terrified expression on his face, and how he’s turned white as a sheet, he definitely remembers you. He’s frozen in place, still gripping the unopened beer he just grabbed from the pack in his hand.

You allow him to stand in horror as his friends are shown every last thing they ever did or said to you and Eddie, but from your perspective. Every shove against the lockers, every lewd comment, every punch, kick, and slap. They feel it all. And that’s just the four years of hell they subjected you to in high school. It only gets worse, more painful, when the adult memories come crashing down on them. The dead animals, the threatening calls, the graffiti. They’re consumed by fear and hopelessness, tears springing from their eyes as they cry out for it all to stop. You laugh at their pleas, glancing at each one of them with not an ounce of pity in your chest. They all scream and claw at the ground, begging for the torment to end. But it shall not come, not until you’ve accomplished what you came here for. The men are squirming on the damp pavement now, getting a healthy dose of the nightmares you endured for months because of them.

“Doesn’t feel so good to be on the receiving end now, does it?” You ask bitterly, expecting no answer besides the pathetic noises these unfortunate excuses for human beings are making. You leave them to their mental mangling, turning your attention to Steve, the true prize you’re after. “I’m guessing you don’t need the crash course, huh, Harrington?”

“You…you can’t be…” Steve says in exasperation, hoping it’s just the booze getting to him.

“And yet, here I am! In the flesh and everything!” You reply dramatically, arms held out wide as you do a full circle to let him get a good look at you. “Turns out being wrongfully accused, tortured, and murdered has its perks! Who knew?” You let out a bellowing laugh, dropping your arms once you’re facing him again.

“This can’t-can’t be happening. You’re一” Steve whimpers, truly hoping that this is all some fucked up dream.

“Dead? Yeah, I know. We covered that already. You never were a sharp one, were you, Stevie? Certainly not in Mrs. Click’s class.” You speak casually, enjoying every second spent freaking Harrington out more than the last. He’s damn near on the brink of pissing himself, and wouldn’t that be a sight to see? You pull out a cig from the pack in your pocket, sticking it between your dark red lips. You flick your lighter, inhaling deeply as the end begins to burn. “So, did you want to bother putting up a fight? Or should I just kill you now?” You ask as you exhale the smoke, kind of hoping for the former. It’ll make the inevitable end result all the more satisfying.

“You’re crazy! This isn’t happening! It’s all gotta be a dream! I drank too much, and I passed out on someone’s couch! I’ll wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover, and none of this will be real!” Steve babbles anxiously, shaking his head as he attempts to convince himself that all you are is an alcohol-induced nightmare.

“Flattering as it is to be the girl of your dreams, Steve, I’m afraid this isn’t something you’re gonna wake up from.” You reply impishly, pulling one of the knives from your pocket, preparing for round two.

“You can’t be serious.” Steve scoffs. “I’m not gonna fight you! You’re not real!” He insists, stalking over to you. He looms over you with a familiar fury in his eyes. “You’re dead! You can’t hurt me!” He shouts in your face, expecting you to flinch or fade away like a dreamland boogeyman.

“You sure about that?” You ask, unfazed by his apish exertions. You run your finger along the edge of your silver blade as you speak, an eerie glow of mischief filling your pupils. “How about we test that theory?” You suddenly swipe the knife through the air, just barely nicking Steve’s ear.

“Ah, shit.” He hisses, taking a step back as he feels the blood drip warmly down to his chin. He reaches up to touch the cut, looking at his red-wetted fingers with wide eyes. The cold wind of the night stings the wound, and he realizes that this whole situation is very real. “Fuck.” He murmurs, meeting your keen stare. His mouth sits open in shock, waiting for his fight or flight to kick in. Either option is better than standing here like an idiot, while a woman he’s known to be deceased brandishes a deadly weapon at him.

“Am I real enough for you yet?” You ask with a cackle, lunging forward to strike him again. He jumps back, your blade just barely missing his chest. You swing your arm the opposite way to try again, and he dodges you once more. A third attempt brings the same result. “You’re pretty quick, Harrington.” You chuckle, more than happy for the challenge. “Tommy barely even put up a fight. Let’s see if you can do better.” You taunt him, reaching in your pocket to pull out the matching blade to the one in your grasp. You back away a couple steps, tossing the spare knife onto the ground. “Pick it up.” You order him, taking on a fighting stance. It’s a bit cruel, playing with him like this when you already know you’ll win. Like a black widow luring the unsuspecting fly into her web. But you’re sure Harrington’s own ego will get the best of him, the masculine need for competition that runs deep within his veins. Veins you intend to split wide open when you conquer him in this farcical battle.

“This is insane.” Steve comments, bending down to pick up the weapon you’ve provided. He imitates your position, arms held out while crouching slightly. “Let’s do this, you crazy bitch.” He sneers, already convinced he’ll come out on top. You are just a lowly woman, after all, no match for a man of his athletic prowess. Or so he thinks. “Ladies first.” He gestures at you to make the first move.

“What a gentleman.” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. You lunge forward, slashing the sleeve of Steve’s windbreaker with ease. The layers of fabric split apart, all the way down through his taut flesh. Ruby red spills forth in a steady stream, darkening his clothes. “Your turn, pretty boy.” You smirk, awaiting his move.

“Fuckin’ bitch! It’s gonna feel just as good killing you the second time!” Steve yells through gritted teeth, lumbering into your space and stabbing you directly between your breasts.

“Fuck!” You cry out. The blade hurts like a bitch going in, and thick, black blood oozes out of you, but you stay standing.

Steve’s eyes go wider than before, gazing in horror as you don’t fall lifeless to the ground. “What the fuck?” He nearly whispers, watching as you grab hold of the handle sticking from your flesh, and slowly pull it back out.

“Shit.” You wince as the knife feels just as bad coming out, looking down at the thick gash left behind. To your surprise (and Steve’s), the hole slowly closes up, the only evidence of a stab being the blood-soaked rip in your shirt. You look up at Steve, letting out an ungodly laugh of amusement at the discovery that you appear to be immortal. Well, at least for tonight. “Tough luck, Stevie! Looks like I’m not the one dying tonight!” You continue to crack up in an unnerving, borderline maniacal manner, grabbing Steve by the collar of his sweat-soaked shirt and driving him backwards in your iron grasp. You walk him all the way into the side of his car, his helpless form letting out a pathetic grunt as he meets the cold metal exterior. You hold him firmly against the vehicle, deciding that the time for fun and games has long since passed.

“No. No, this can’t be happening. Please, no. No, no, no.” Steve blubbers, unable to do much else. Any amount of fight he could put up won’t do any good. His body has given up, his mind following close behind. He frantically looks upon his friends, all of which are still useless piles of moans and screams writhing on the ground. They’ll be no help to him now.

“Say hi to Tommy for me.” You say in a sickly-sweet tone, still tittering with delight. Steve watches wordlessly as you lean in to press a big kiss to his cheek, your dark lipstick left behind on his pale skin. You pull back, and slice the man’s throat wide open with a flourish of your blade.

“Fuck.” Steve gasps as blood begins to gush from his gaping neck, his hands attempting miserably to cover the spray. The liquid lands warmly on the both of you, soaking through every layer in a shower of viscera. You watch with amusement as the life drains from his eyes, though your laughter has ceased now. He gargles and chokes, the sounds becoming the most beautiful music to your ears. A single tear spills from his left eye, a souvenir you decide to take for yourself. You swipe it off with your finger as it rolls down toward his cheek, and bring it to your lips. Your gaze locks onto his weaker one as you lick your finger clean. The salty taste of misery overtakes you, damn near euphoric as you savor his suffering. A sound that would be a whimper escapes him in a rough garble, his brows downturning in despair. He stops struggling shortly after, limbs barely twitching anymore as the blood loss slows down. You wait patiently for him to go still, dropping him to the ground in a lifeless heap just before his bowels release.

“Two down. Two to go.” You comment to yourself, taking the still-lit cigarette from your lips and flicking the ash that’s grown an inch long during your sparring. The other men fall silent, left unconscious as you mercifully release them from their torment. Perhaps they’ll wake up a little less cruel in the morning, though you highly doubt it. The crow swoops down from the tree where it sat to bear witness to your second act of revenge, returning to your outstretched hand. You pick up your weapons, give them a decent enough wipe down, and put them back where they belong inside your coat. You’re just about to turn around and hop back onto Karma to lay low for the night, when you hear a vehicle coming down the end of the road. You turn to see two headlights, and the outline of Hopper’s truck. “Oh, shit.” You mutter, flicking your smoke away and dashing ahead towards your bike.

“Police! Stop right there!” Hopper bellows, slowly climbing out of his vehicle with his gun drawn. He can’t believe what he’s seeing right now. He was just on his way home when there was a call about an altercation in this neighborhood. The other officers are still busy processing the Hagan scene, so it was up to him to check it out. And now here he is, on the anniversary of your death, staring down what can only be the ghost of you. With blood all over your face and hands, standing a mere few feet away from what looks like the Harrington boy laying on the ground with his throat slashed open. His weapon points at you, but he has no intention of pulling the trigger. In fact, he’s so dumbfounded by this scene, that he can’t move at all. “Y/N?” He asks hopefully, his voice breaking just a little. He hopes his mind isn’t playing tricks on him. He needs you to be back, for you to know he did everything he could to help you.

Taking your chance while Hopper’s trapped in a stupor, you run to your motorcycle, rushing to start her up as your heart pounds in your chest. You didn’t want to see him, not like this. Not after what you’ve done, what you still have to do. You kick Karma back on, and speed out of there as fast as you possibly can, ignoring Jim as he calls after you over the roar of the engine. Your hands tremble around the handlebars, your stomach twisting with guilt at the awful mess you’ve left your friend to clean up. Tears stream from your eyes as you run, run, run, back to the place where you hope he doesn’t come looking for you. Oh, what he must think of you after catching you in the aftermath. How disappointed, how disgusted he must be. You’re not the sweet girl he caught getting hot and heavy with Eddie in the cemetery all those years ago. Not anymore. That girl was snatched away from this world, long before her time. Now, you’re this. This unkillable, inhuman monster, whose only goal is revenge. And what a tremendous shame that is.

You come to a screeching halt outside your abandoned apartment building, nearly toppling over as you kill the engine. You manage to keep yourself upright, stepping off of Karma’s back with trembling legs. You hurry to pull the motorcycle behind the dead bushes out front, to hide it away from Hopper in case he comes looking for you. You’re stealthy enough on foot, able to hide around doorways and silently sneak through the halls if it comes down to it. You can’t let him find you, he’ll undoubtedly try to stop you from fulfilling your duty to Eddie, and to yourself. And you can’t allow that to happen.

You head inside to stay out of sight, surely there’ll be a town-wide manhunt assembled and sent after you soon. You’re assured by your feathered friend that the time will come for your final act, you just have to wait a little bit longer. It should be safe here, nobody is meant to be around, and certainly no one will dare come sneaking in after news of your vengeful crimes spreads in the light of day. It’s a strange feeling, using the rumor mill that quite literally got you killed to your advantage. You suppose it’s the ultimate form of payback, giving the gossipers and finger-pointers something of substance to scream about for once. Because it’s no longer about superficial fear anymore, unfounded claims and lack of evidence. No, there’s plenty of cold, hard proof now. Hawkins wanted to label you and Eddie as the resident boogeymen, and you plan on making them all severely regret that decision.

You step inside your apartment, thankful to not be bombarded by an onslaught of memories this time. The crow jumps from your shoulder to the kitchen counter, to keep watch as you rest your weary body. Satisfying as murder is, it takes a hell of a toll. You feel like you could sleep for centuries, and still need a few hours extra afterwards. There’s much left to be done, and you’re going to need all the energy you can get. You walk lazily down the hallway, taking notice of some damp footprints on the carpet. It appears you have an intruder. You cautiously approach the bedroom door that’s slightly ajar, peeking through the crack. You see a small form laying on your bed, the hood of their jacket pulled over their head.

You slowly pull out one of the knives from your pocket, hoping you don’t need to use it beyond scaring off whoever this kid is. You push the door open as quietly as you can, and avoid crunching on the broken glass under your feet. You slip into the room, and get a better look at the child. They’re nearly soaked from head to toe from the rain, shivering in their red jacket and jeans as their arms cross over their chest in an attempt to stay warm. Light whimpers escape the kid’s mouth, freezing in this dank room that has no heat. You take a step closer, wanting to get a look at their face. You trip over something on the floor, tumbling over yourself and onto the carpet with a low grunt.

“Shit.” You wince, looking back to see what caused you to fall. You find a skateboard, the paint chipped and wheels worn down a good few layers of rubber. You’d recognize it anywhere, and you realize who’s been sleeping in your musty old bed. “Max?” You whisper, not wanting to wake her.

You hear Max stir and sit up, though she can’t see you as you’re pressed against the end of the bed. “Y/N?” She asks hopefully, rubbing her eyes. She looks around for you, noticing her skateboard tottering back and forth on the floor. Someone is here, and she needs so badly for it to be you. You don’t reply at first, thinking maybe she’ll write off the commotion as a stray cat, or the wind, or something. Then you can slip out once she leaves or goes back to sleep. “Y/N, please. I need to know that you’re here.” She says sadly, the words stabbing into your chest, more painful than the blow you received from Steve earlier tonight. “Please don’t hide from me. It’s been so awful without you here. You have no idea.” She continues tearfully, drawing a few drops from your own eyes as well.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You finally answer, startling yourself with your own voice. You stand up from your hiding place, keeping your back turned to Max. You can’t let her see you like this, all covered in blood. Steve and Tommy’s blood. “You need to go home, Max.” You say, masking your own sadness as best you can.

“I knew it! I knew you were alive!” Max says excitedly, hopping off the bed and hurrying over to you. You feel her arms wrap around you from behind, and it only makes everything hurt that much more.

“Max, please. Just go.” You repeat yourself, stifling a sob. You want more than anything to turn around and hug her back, to tell her how sorry you are for not being around when she needs you. “Your mom’s probably looking for you.” You pull away from her as gently as you can, luckily it seems none of the blood smeared from you and onto her own innocent hands.

“Why won’t you look at me? You’ve been gone a whole year, Y/N. I just want to see you, please.” Max pleads, getting more upset than she’d like. She feels like a silly little baby, begging to see you when she never thought she would again, seconds away from falling to her knees and screaming for what she wants. But what else can she do? You’re who she’s been waiting for all night, and you’re denying her this one simple thing. “Y/N please! I have to see you so I know I’m not crazy, and that this isn’t a dream!” Her tone grows more desperate, the sound tying your stomach in knots.

It’s not fair, you shouldn’t have to choose between preserving her rosy image of you, or showing her the ugly truth. Why couldn’t you have been brought back to say one last goodbye? Why couldn’t you have just not died at all? Why must it be this way? Have you not suffered enough cruelty? Must you suffer more in damaging what little Max has left to remember of you? You’re stuck in place, bloodied fists balled at your sides, unable to make this impossible decision. Tell her to go away, or show her the monster you’ve become. Either way, you break her heart. You curse that damned crow for bringing this whole ordeal upon you, for forcing you into what can only be described as a trap. Fuck you, you stupid bird. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask you for a damn thing. You should’ve just left me alone, in the fucking ground. You’re sure the crow can hear your spiteful thoughts, and pays them no mind. You can’t possibly be the first person to be a bit upset with this little arrangement.

“I’m not dumb, you know.” Max says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “I know you killed Tommy, that’s why I even came over here. I was with Hop, and he got a call through the radio. And I knew it had to be you, or Eddie. It couldn’t be anybody else.” She explains, sounding more wise beyond her years than she has any right to be. She steps closer to you, unafraid of what you’ve done. “He had it coming, if it makes you feel any better.” She adds with a shrug, the matter-of-fact way she says it nearly makes you burst into laughter.

“It doesn’t. But I don’t really have a choice about that.” You reply with a small smile, shifting your feet as you still debate how to go about this. “I want to see you, too, Max. I just…you shouldn’t have to see me like this. I’ve made quite a mess.” You speak delicately, hoping she doesn’t notice your hands stained with deep, sticky crimson in the moonlight pouring through the window.

“I can get you a towel, if you want to clean up.” Max offers, thinking little of it. She sees the drips of blood landing on the floor, and the only thing she wishes for is that it isn’t yours.

“That would be great.” You answer, nodding your head. She leaves the room, fetching a towel from the bathroom. She shakes out the dust as best she can, and brings it back to you. “Thanks.” You say as the fabric meets your fingers, wiping your hands with the towel first. The rain has diluted the blood a bit, making it easier to wipe away. You go over to the mirror to check your face, making sure Max doesn’t peek. You can see her sitting on the bed again in the shattered reflection, twiddling her fingers in boredom. You wipe the viscera away from your face, smudging your makeup along with it. It forms a grim mask on your skin now, twisted and morphed. Fitting, given what the last few hours have done to you on the inside. You toss the towel away, and finally turn to face your friend.

Max looks up at you, her face blooming into a relieved smile. She comes over to you, giving you a proper hug this time. You don’t hesitate to return it, squeezing her tight in your arms. “I missed you so much, Y/N.” She says, muffled against your chest.

“I missed you too, Max.” You reply softly, stroking her damp hair. Her body heat warms you, but her shivering has only gotten worse. “You’re freezing, kiddo.” You say with worry, looking down at her as she clings to you.

“Don’t care. You’re more important than being warm.” Max says, sounding like a stubborn child again.

“I’m dead, sweetie. You’re not. I don’t want you to get sick. Let’s see if there’s anything here for you to change into, at least.” You suggest, and she nods to agree. Much as she doesn’t want to let you go, she can barely feel her fingers and toes. You pull away, taking a look in the closet for some dry clothes. There’s not much left over after what you took for yourself. One of Eddie’s old band shirts, some jeans, and a hoodie with a broken zipper is all you can manage, but it should be enough to get Max to stop shivering. “Here, go put these on.” You give the clothing to her, and she goes to the bathroom once more to put them on. Her hands struggle to peel the near-frozen wet clothes she has on, but the feeling slowly returns to her fingers as she gets changed. She puts her wet clothes into her backpack to take home later, and returns to your side. “Better?” You ask.

“Yeah, thanks. I was probably gonna freeze to death in here.” She says.

“You still might. You really should get home.” You go over to the window, peeking outside to see a couple cops cars with sirens flashing speeding down the road. You hold your breath until they pass by, thankful none of them turn into the lot out front. “I’d take you on Karma myself, but the cops are lookin’ for me.” You add with a sigh.

“Have you seen Hopper yet?” Max asks curiously.

“Uh, yeah. He caught me red-handed after I一” You cut yourself off, almost blurting out that you killed Harrington. She’ll probably hear about it later anyway, but it doesn’t have to come from you.

“Did you talk to him?” Max questions, ignoring what she knows you were going to say. That you killed another one of the men who murdered you. Part of her wishes you would’ve come right out and said it. She’s not a baby, she can handle it. But the other part is a little afraid of how she might feel if she hears you talk so casually about taking someone’s life. It could very possibly soil the image she’s held of you in spite of what others in this town may think. Perhaps ignorance is bliss, in this case.

“No…” You trail off, looking down at your feet. The shame you felt when you first met Jim’s disbelieving stare comes back in full force, remembering how shocked his face looked to see you covered in blood. “I-I ran off.” You finish, refusing to look Max’s way again.

“You should go see him. I know he’d want you to.” She replies, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Funny how kids do that.

“I can’t. Not after…everything.” You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes at the idea.

“You thought you couldn’t face me either, but you have. Hop will understand, Y/N. He loves you so much, just as much as I do. He worked so hard to protect you, and fight for you. The least you can do is let him see you.” Max speaks emphatically, not taking no for an answer. Her arms are crossed, her brows furrowed in determination. So grown up, you think to yourself.

“When did you get so smart?” You ask as you crack a smile through your tears.

“I learned from the best.” Max laughs, throwing herself around you again. You hold her tight, letting the both of you have this happy moment, a welcome break from the doom and gloom that comes with revenge. You’ll do as she says once you send her home, and give Jim a visit. An explanation wouldn’t hurt, right?

Hopper’s lost inside his own head as the Harrington crime scene is getting wrapped up. Steve’s been bagged and wheeled off to the coroner, the other men were checked out and had statements taken. They all said the same thing, a young woman with dark hair and clothes approached them on her motorcycle, and from there it’s all a blur. They mentioned seeing visions of some sort, but none of it really made any sense. Officers took note of it regardless, but it’ll surely be dismissed later on as drunken ramblings. All Jim can focus on, however, is the image of Y/N standing before him, holding up her bloodied hands as he pointed his gun at her. She looked so afraid, and ashamed. He has no damn idea what she’s doing back here, or how it’s even possible. He wishes she would’ve stuck around to shed some light on the subject. But given how quickly she hightailed it out of here, he doubts he’ll see her again. All he’ll get as a sign that she’s still around is a few more bodies, he guesses.

“We’re all set here, Chief. You ready to head out?” Powell says as the other officers pile into their vehicles to go home for the evening.

“More than ready. We’ll work on typing up reports tomorrow, it’s been a long night.” Jim replies, lighting up his sixth cigarette of the evening. It’s been a helluva last couple hours, two murders in one night and all. Not to mention wrangling with witnesses, neighbors, and looky-loos. It’s a wonder he hasn’t been swarmed with reporters yet. That shitstorm will most likely hit tomorrow morning, just as he heads into the station to sort out this whole mess. Everyone is going to want answers, and he’ll have very few to give. That never leaves the general public feeling very ‘served and protected’, unfortunately. But he can’t exactly go on the six o’clock news and put out a statement about an undead suspect exacting her revenge, now, can he? They’ll have his badge for that, maybe even throw him in the looney bin.

“You can say that again. Have a good night, boss.” Powell says with a sigh, recognizing that haggard look on Hopper’s face. The same one he wore during the satanic panic debacle last year, and the Munson murders. His boss tends to put extra pressure on himself, and each difficult case only seems to add to the weight. In Powell’s opinion, the man needs a goddamn vacation.

“See you in the morning.” Hopper replies, nodding. He tosses his smoke away, climbing into his truck to finally drive home and pass the hell out on his couch. Fuck knows his feet won’t carry him far enough to reach the bed.

Jim spends the drive once again preoccupied with the litany of thoughts swirling around inside his head, relying on muscle memory to make it back to his place. Rain falls in a lazy pitter patter on the windshield, the wipers swiping back and forth keep him in his trance. The wheel steers in his hands absently, his feet following along to step on the gas or press the brakes. None of it is nearly as significant as the moment that’s been burned into his recent memory. Y/N’s undead face staring back at him, before she quickly disappeared on her beloved Karma. Hopper can’t help it, torturing himself with the image, knowing he failed her, failed them both.

As a familiar sting threatens to take hold in his throat and eyes, he finds the truck brought to a stop outside his home on the edge of the lake. Clearing his throat, he gets out of the vehicle and goes inside for the night. He doesn’t even notice a certain stolen motorcycle stashed behind a couple of thick trees near the side of the house. He goes up the steps, his only light being that of the full moon, and unlocks the front door. He heads inside, navigating the pitch black interior of the house. He tosses his hat and coat aside, letting out a long sigh he didn’t realize he’d been holding for a good hour at least.

“Long night?” A voice says from the darkness, startling Jim.

“Who’s there?” He draws his gun, pointing it in the direction of the sofa. His heart pounds in his chest, hoping the voice was all in his head. A lamp beside the couch clicks on, revealing the one person he never thought he’d see again.

“Don’t shoot, officer!” You say with a laugh, playfully putting your hands up.

“Jesus, Y/N, You can’t scare me like that!” Hopper chuckles, forgetting the impossible circumstances of the situation. For a moment, it’s like you never left. The two of you sharing a silly joke, just like old times. But when he gets a real look at you, with your rain-drenched hair and smudged makeup, it hits him like a mack truck speeding down the freeway. “Is this really happening?” He asks, holstering his weapon though he stays standing.

“‘Fraid so, Hop. No one wishes more than me that it wasn’t.” You answer regretfully, your smile falling away.

“Why is it happening?” Jim questions.

“I think you know the answer to that, Jim.” You reply, giving him a serious look as you stand. “I’m doing what no one else can. Getting justice for me and Eddie.” You add, coming off more angry than you’d prefer. You aren’t here to accuse him of not doing everything he could for you, you know deep down he wouldn’t be so careless. But the frustration is there, nonetheless.

“I did what I could, Y/N. This wasn’t just another case to me, you damn well know that.” Hopper retorts defensively.

“Of course I do! I’m not mad at you! I’m furious with this goddamn town! It’s their fault that we’re dead! It’s their fault that I had to crawl out of my own fucking grave, that I have to kill the sons of bitches who murdered us!” You yell, letting out all the things you’ve been feeling throughout the night and had nowhere to put them, besides the force of your blade. Tears spill from your eyes as you release it all, relieved to have Hopper here to listen to every last word. “We were supposed to have a life, Hop! With anniversaries and stupid fights, with kids of our own or even just a couple pets, with late night talks and growing older together! We were supposed to have it all! And they took it all away!” You’re sobbing now, falling to pieces before Jim’s bewildered eyes. Without a second thought, he comes over to you, pulling you into his arms to hug you tightly. Your knees give out beneath you, your arms quickly clinging to him. “It’s not fair.” You say weakly against his tan uniform.

“You’re right, Y/N. It’s not fair. I’m so sorry.” Hopper says as his own sadness takes over, eyes squeezing shut as you hold him tighter. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He says in a whispering coo, stroking your damp hair with his hand, ignoring the watery red spreading onto his palm. He holds you for as long as you need, more than grateful to once again be able comfort you the way he did when you were alive. “I wish I could've done so much more, for both of you.” Jim says once your wails cease.

You pull back, looking up at him while shaking your head. “Don't blame yourself, Hop. You did everything you were able to. It’s not your fault our killers are privileged little assholes.” You scoff at that last bit, the idea of those four walking free still sends fury burning through you at the mere mention of it. “Sorry for running off, by the way. And for the mess I left behind.” You say sheepishly, pulling your smokes out to give your nervous hands something to do. Nice as it is to see Jim again, it’s awkward as hell to talk to him about your murderous rampage.

“Hey, can’t say I blame you. I would’ve done the same, if I could.” Hopper shrugs, not exactly heartbroken over two snotty jagoffs getting what they deserved.

“So, you’re not gonna stop me?” You ask, lighting your cigarette.

“Don’t think I could, even if I wanted to try.” He replies, thinking over his next question. He doesn’t want to pry, it appears you’ve been through your own ordeal tonight. But a real explanation would be nice. “How did you come back?” He asks with a cocked eyebrow.

You let out a small sigh, exhaling a cloud of smoke with it. You gesture at the couch for him to sit, taking a seat alongside him. “I’m not really sure how it works.” You start, looking around for your feathered companion. Last you saw it was on top of the lamp you turned on once Hopper came in. It senses your request for its presence, fluttering over from the armchair.

“What the hell?” Hopper jumps slightly at the bird coming into view. “What’s that thing doing in here?” He asks, watching the corvid land on your waiting hand.

“This crow is how I came back, as far as I can tell. It’s been following me the whole time I’ve been back, and it showed me things.” You explain, earning a caw from the bird’s beak.

“What kind of things?” Jim asks, eyeing the bird wearily. He just hopes it won’t shit on his carpet.

“Memories. From that night.” You say, drawing his gaze back to you. A flash of sadness crosses his pupils. “It showed me other memories too, nicer ones.” You say softly. “It’s got some kind of connection to me somehow. I’m not really sure. But I can feel it. And it’s told me what I need to do, before I can finally be free from all this.”

“This thing can talk?” Hopper questions, looking as if he’s waiting for the bird to open its beak and say ‘howdy’.

“No. It’s just a feeling, like I know it deep down inside my chest.” You attempt to explain, realizing how whacked out it sounds. “I’ve been brought back, because I have to pay back what’s owed to the four of them. Their deaths.” The way you say this so seriously sends a chill up Jim’s spine, reminding him of his failed attempt at interrogating Hargrove. It feels different this time, though, because he’s not afraid of you the way he was of Billy. He’s afraid for you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt again, you’ve already been through more than enough.

“Y/N, I一” He starts, but you cut him off.

“I knew you’d try and talk me out of it.” You shake your head, scoffing.

“That’s not very fair.” Hopper huffs. “Look, kid. I already lost you once, I don’t want that to happen again.”

“You don’t get it.” You take another drag of your cig, exhaling the smoke harshly. “I’m only back here until the job is done. And I can handle myself. It’s not like I can die a second time.” The frustration grows again as you struggle to get him to understand.

“How do you know that?” Hopper asks skeptically.

“I’ll show you.” You reply, sighing as you fish out one of the knives from your pocket. You pull it from its sheath, and let your cigarette sit between your lips during this demonstration. You hold your free hand out in the light, showing Hopper your palm. “Watch.” You say simply, looking at him. He nods, though he’s a bit unnerved. You bring the knife towards your hand, making a deep cut across your palm. “Ah.” A small grunt leaves you at the sting, the blade slicing through your skin like butter.

“Y/N一” Jim winces, wondering what the hell you’re trying to prove.

“Just watch, goddamnit!” You snap, finishing the cut and lowering the knife. Hopper does as you say, staring at the almost black fluid that runs down your hand and into the sleeve of your jacket. He’s about to get up and look for some bandages, to end this mad display, when something very out of the ordinary begins to happen. His eyes widen as your wound slowly closes in on itself, the flesh pulling back together to repair the damage, until it looks like you were never cut at all.

“What the fuck?” Jim murmurs, unable to process what he’s just seen.

“Yeah, that’s what Harrington said after stabbing me in the chest.” You comment, a bit too casually for Jim’s taste. But he supposes coming back from the dead (with the sole purpose of avenging your own murder) does something to a person.

“Jesus christ, this is insane. I need a drink.” Hopper laughs nervously, feeling a little queasy. He gets up from the couch, leaving the room to head to the kitchen. “Want one?” He calls to you as he opens the refrigerator. The bright white light inside hurts his eyes, and he reaches for two bottles of beer in the door.

“Please.” You call back, stubbing out your cig in the ashtray on the coffee table. Jim returns with the drinks, the caps already popped off. He hands you one, his fingers brushing against your icy hand.

“You’re cold.” He observes aloud, surprised he didn’t notice before.

“Yeah, kinda comes with the territory of being a walking corpse, Hop.” You chuckle, taking a swig of your beer. It tastes more bitter than it should on your tongue, almost making you spit it out. You swallow it anyway, ignoring the cruel fact that there are few earthly pleasures this arrangement allows you to indulge in. At least cigarettes already tasted kind of terrible when you were alive.

“Right.” He says awkwardly.

“Sorry, I’ll stop being so morbid. How have you been doin’, Jim?” You ask, more than happy to talk about something other than death for once.

“Not great, if I’m honest. I miss you guys all the time.” He says, taking a large swig from his bottle.

“I’ve missed you too. But you’ve gotten closer with Max, at least.” You reply, looking on the brighter side of things.

“You saw her?” He asks, the pieces clicking into place now, why she wanted to skate ‘home’ by herself after he got the call about Tommy.

“Yeah, she was waiting for me at the apartment.” You say with a smile.

“I knew the little shit was up to something!” Hopper laughs.

“Yeah, she’s much more willful than I remember.” You giggle.

“I wonder where she picked that up from.” Jim teases.

“Oh, please! You’re way more stubborn than I ever was!” You shove his shoulder playfully, the laughter growing within the two of you.

You and Hopper continue joking and reminiscing until the sun is starting to come up. It feels unbelievably good to put your mission aside, and have a short respite of happiness with an old friend. You share a few more beers and cigarettes, remembering the good old days as if no time has passed between now and then. The crow sits patiently in your lap as you converse with Jim, allowing you this much-needed time of rest. Hope is just as good of a motivator as fury, after all. Hope that, once this is all over, Hopper and Max will no longer have to bear the weight you and Eddie unintentionally placed on their shoulders. That they’ll only be left with the love and joy that was shared between all of you.

To Be Continued…

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