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bytheangell · 4 years ago

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If you are still taking prompts, what would you think about writing something(s) based off of this, either/both, the Professor/TA, or the Writer/Editor?

Dedication (modern AU, Herongraystairs, check the link in the ask for full writer/editor prompt, a wonderful plot idea by @high-warlock-of-brooklyn!) (Read on AO3)

This is the first book Will and Tessa are collaborating on. They’ve written plenty of books individually and Jem’s worked with each of them in turn. But this is the first time they’ve co-authored, an experience that’s proving unique and challenging for all of them.

Being with Will and Tessa while they work on a new project is always a blessing and a curse. They’re two of the best writers of their generation and when they work on their own they’re brilliant, but when they work together - well, they’re also brilliant, but that brilliance is coupled with the occasional near-catastrophic clash of opinions and emotions.

Which is where Jem comes in.

Where Will and Tessa are so driven by passion and feelings, Jem finds it much easier to distance himself from their project (and from the writers themselves) enough to see the bigger picture and find solutions before the issues build up. Like many things about the three of them, it’s a perfect balance - they just work, better than anyone (including Will, Tessa, and Jem) ever imagined possible when they first got together.

It’d been a messy start, with Will and Jem already together but both developing serious feelings for Tessa after they met during a book event. The three of them quickly became very close. There were whispers of which of them would end up leaving, then confusion when the answer was none: instead of two of them growing closer and shutting the third out, they all seemed to adjust and adapt naturally around the three of them coexisting. They aren’t perfect, but they are perfect for each other, at least as far as Jem’s concerned.

Jem knows that what they have is special, which he reminds himself of over and over as Will and Tessa sit on opposite sides of the sofa, voices quickly elevating to nearly shouting over an issue with one of the characters Will is in charge of writing: one he’s chosen to give a pretty damning curse from a trickster faerie in this land of magic their current collaboration is set in.

“Tell him he needs to make the changes, Jem,” Tessa insists, the third time she’s repeated the demand now.

“Tell her that this plot adds depth, and without it, he’s boring,” Will counters. “Sometimes people - characters - need to be brutally honest about their own faults and issues. Sometimes people are disappointing.”

That’s how Jem can tell things are spiraling: when Will and Tessa - who have effectively communicated and collaborated on half a dozen bestsellers and who love each other more than Jem’s ever seen two people experience love - refuse to speak directly to one another. The moment they start talking around each other and at Jem instead is when he knows he has to step in and diffuse.

Usually, it’s a matter of taking a break, getting some fresh air, and coming back with clear minds. Jem normally isn’t one to pick sides, but this is different. He isn’t worried about the direction of the book… but after reading the latest draft from Will, which Will wrote while refusing to speak to either of them for a full week, he’s worried about Will. And he knows Tessa is, too.

“Perhaps a good starting point would be admitting this isn’t really about the character at all,” Jem says softly, gazing closely between Will and Tessa. Will looks a bit guilty and Tessa looks away entirely, which tells Jem that he’s right in guessing their concerns are also less plot-based.

“...what else would it be about?” Will asks defensively. But they can all sense how he’s been pushing them away lately, much like the cursed character undeserving of love he’s written in. It’s obvious that Tessa isn’t sure how to bring it up or else she would’ve already. Or maybe she already had and it hadn’t gone well.

“Tessa, would you mind making some tea?” Jem asks, waiting until she’s out of the room to turn back to Will.

“Will… you know this is about you. You barely talk to anyone for a week then come back with this character in such a self-deprecating mindset…”

“That’s ridiculous. He’s just a character,” Will says, but Jem can tell he’s entirely unconvinced of his own words.

“So if Tess came back having written Evangeline that way?” Jem counters, and there’s that look of subtle guilt, right back on Will’s face as he frowns and pieces together why Tessa’s so upset with him.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” Will sighs.

“We’re not mad at you,” Jem’s quick to point out. “We’re just worried. It’s been a while since you tried to push us away like this, I just want to make sure you’re okay. We both do. Take it out in the writing if you want, but talk with us, too. Alright, my love?”

Jem’s tense as he waits. This has one of two options: Will relents and listens to him and they all have tea and talk this out, or Will storms out and they don’t see him again for another day or two.

Will stays. “I’m just letting the pressure get to me,” he admits. “I’m sure that’s all it is... But yeah. Okay. Tea.”

Tea, meaning ‘I’ll stay. I’ll talk. I’ll try.’ Jem leans over and places a barely-there kiss on Will’s lips before he relaxes back in his seat. Reaching out a hand that Will readily takes, Jem gives it a tight squeeze as they both wait for Tessa to return.

They talk.

In the end, the character arc stays. With a few redeeming modifications at Tessa and Jem’s entirely unbiased suggestion, of course.

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A little over halfway through the first draft things seem to stall out. They have a progress deadline that week with the publisher and they’re cutting it close - mostly because Tessa keeps tossing everything she writes without giving Jem the chance to look it over. Recently she’s let her curiosity get the best of her, delving into research she should be allowing Jem to help with.

...and when he says ‘delving’, what he really means is stubbornly obsessing over, nitpicking bits of lore to streamline, and doing hours and hours of research for single-line references.

“When was the last time she slept? Like, an actual night of sleep?” Jem asks Will one day after a quick touch-base meeting that went… not terribly, but not particularly great, either.

“You need to get her out of here. No books. No wifi. I tried to kick her out but… well, you can imagine how well that went,” Will admits, and Jem winces in sympathy.

“The Time Out Cottage?” Jem asks, referring to a small cottage they own for unplugged getaways, where the wifi signal is nonexistent and a landline exists for emergency calls. “That means we’ll both be out of easy reach, and with that Friday deadline-”

“I can handle it,” Will cuts him off. “She’s been getting in her own way for days now, but she refuses to listen to me.”

A few minutes later Jem tentatively knocks on the door to the small study that does, in fact, look more like a makeshift research library. He nearly doesn’t see Tessa behind the small mountain of books on the floor, but he hears her pen tapping rapidly against the hardwood. No, not just rapidly - anxiously. He knows that action all too well.

“Tessa, what number is that?” he asks, the question needing no further explanation past his accusatory tone and pointed look at a coffee mug, which is next to a second coffee mug, which is next to a cup of black tea.

“Four? No, wait… what time is it?” she glances around and seems surprised by the height of the sun in the sky. “It’s afternoon already?”

Jem sighs. “It’s nearly four o’clock, Tessa, and your blood is probably about 90% caffeine. Come on, get your things, we’re taking a trip.”

Tessa looks immediately horrified. “No! I can’t, we can’t! The deadline, and I still have to streamline the fae lore between the two-”

“Will has it handled for 24 hours. That’s all we’re asking. 24 hours without research.” “Jem, you know-”

“-that you’ll be twice as productive once we’re back and you’re refreshed instead of running on fumes and fever dreams?” Jem cuts her off, his tone kind but insistent. He bends over and picks up a piece of paper. “Tessa, my love, this is nearly incoherent.”

Tessa reaches up to take the page from him and frowns. “I… okay, I can make out some of this, but I’m pretty sure that bit talks about aliens which isn’t any more reassuring. Will did say I was writing myself in circles, but I thought he was just, well, being Will, so... Yeah. Okay. Maybe I need to step back for a bit.” Tessa sighs. “The Time Out Cottage?”

“I already packed you a bag,” Jem confirms with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the middle of her forehead before reaching out a hand to help her up off the floor.

When they return exactly 24 hours later, Tessa gets back to work and the lore practically falls into place between the two of them.

They meet the Friday deadline without a problem.

---

Jem spends his free time playing violin while Will and Tessa go through the first draft and begin to brainstorm fixes for plotholes, new minor characters to add to scenes that feel a bit lacking, and other small improvements to really round out the story and the world they’re weaving. They both claim to think clearer with his music in the background so he stays, even if he doesn’t feel particularly useful for this stage of the process until they have a single, coherent draft to hand over to him.

These are the moments Jem’s own insecurities and flaws float to the surface. The moments he watches Will and Tessa, so alike, so perfect for each other, connect on a level he isn’t privy to. He knows it’s a silly thought, that he and Will have their own things, as do he and Tessa. But sometimes he wonders if they truly need him around, or if he’s simply just become too much a part of the routine to actively get rid of.

He watches them sit next to each other with shoulders touching, hunched over a small screen, whispering back and forth. There’s a small smile on his face, one that’s wistful and tinged with hints of longing that, much to his dismay, they pick up on.

“I know that look,” Tessa says, catching Jem’s gaze and drawing Will’s attention before Jem can wipe the expression from his face. “Get over here. I think we’ve done enough work for today.”

Will is the first to move over, making room for Jem in the middle of them. After placing his violin back in its case Jem heads over to join them on the sofa, embracing the way Will and Tessa immediately crowd into his space once he’s settled, both placing a comforting kiss to his temples simultaneously before resting their heads on each of his shoulders and a placing a hand in each of his own.

They talk a bit, not about the book, but about anything and everything else, and fall asleep there, still entwined together.

---

It’s rare for any part of one of their books to be a surprise to Jem upon publication. He sees all the drafts, talks them through the acknowledgments and dedications, double-checks the reference pages against the chaotic piles of books and notes around their home.

So he’s immediately (and rightfully) suspicious the moment they hand him the first advanced copy and tell him to open it, watching his every move with eager expressions. Excited, but anxious.

‘A dedication to the one most dedicated to us:

This book would not be what it is without the kind heart, encouraging words, and infinite patience of James Carstairs. Neither would we. Jem, you are a light in our darkest hours, and we don’t know where we’d be without you.

We hope we’ll never have to find out.

Jem, our love, will you marry us?’

Jem reads, then re-reads the dedication. He closes the book, then opens it again, reading it a third time for good measure.

“Well?” Will asks impatiently, earning himself a nudge in the ribs from Tessa. Will huffs.

“I see you’re as dramatic as always,” Jem says quietly, instead of answering the question posed in the book. He knows his answer. He’s known for a while now what his answer would be, should the topic ever present itself, but he gets a bit of joy from making Will wait in anticipation just a short while longer.

“He wanted to be even more dramatic and show you at the event tomorrow,” Tessa admits. “But we decided against it. We thought you deserved the chance to say no without two hundred sets of eyes on you.”

Jem raises an eyebrow. “You think I’ll say no?”

“You haven’t said ‘yes’ yet,” Will points out, but he doesn’t sound nervous about it. Nor should he be.

“Yes,” Jem says, smiling brightly. “Of course it’s yes.”

#herongraystairs #will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #tsc #thanks to Jay for letting me play around with that prompt!#SORRY THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS #making prompt progress between weekly codas and bingo fills slowly but surely #i hope you like it my anon friend!#elle writes a few deadbeat lines #anon glamour activated #ask rune #long post #elle talks too much

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notsowrites · 4 years ago

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the heart i know

Alex misses Michael terribly while he's off on an roadtrip with his siblings.

This idea has been knocking around in my head for a while, and somehow ballooned into 6500 words.

(AO3 Link)

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Despite living in a house with three brothers growing up, Alex had always felt alone. His time in the Air Force had never dissuaded him of that feeling, even as he was constantly surrounded by others. Part of him knew it was the secrets he'd kept, the parts he'd been unable to speak freely about, show the world his whole truth. Buying the house in Roswell after his accident, he'd dedicated time to trying to make it into a home.

But even as he filled it with music and books, and decorated the rooms exactly how he wanted for the first time in his life, he couldn't deny that it felt as though something was missing. An emptiness still lingered through the walls, and though Alex loved this place that was all his own, it wasn't quite home yet.

It wasn't until after - after he'd dated Forrest, after he and Michael had spent months carefully navigating a tentative friendship, after they'd slowly and carefully fallen back together, after Michael had begun to spend more nights sleeping next to Alex than not - that Alex started to truly enjoy the space he'd once carved out for himself.

In his study, against the wall opposite his own desk set up for days when he works from home, is a drafting table covered in sketch paper and notebooks filled with calculations. The sight never fails to make Alex smile, to fill him with a sense of pride for the way Michael's mind works, how he is able to conceptualize and design things, and turn them into a reality. The bookshelves in the room now hold more than just Alex's coding textbooks, and the random literary novels he's acquired when he's had free moments to read, but mathematics and physics, books on environmental science and agriculture that Alex would never have dreamed of owning or reading.

There's a black Stetson that regularly hangs from the hook in the hallway near the front door, a pair of well worn cowboy boots are usually nestled on the floor next to his own work boots. And though he'll never admit it out loud, opening the door to the hallway closet basks him in the familiar and comforting smell of rain that accompanies everything Michael owns.

Before, the most he'd ever left sitting out on the kitchen table had been his laptop, now there are notebooks full of Michael's handwriting that regularly disappear and reappear usually occupying the space at the far end.

In the living room, the blanket he'd kept meticulously folded on the back of the couch rarely ends up that way these days, instead thrown haphazardly after an impromptu nap. Though it's usually Michael who dozes on the couch because he'd been watching and listening to Alex play on the keyboard or trying to work out a new chord progression for a song. He wonders if it should bother him, the way Michael drifts off during those times, but it never does.

The kitchen remains immaculate, save for one new notebook shoved in between the cutting boards that sit neatly against the back splash - Michael's recipe book. Each time he finds some new dish to try, he scribbles the ingredients and the instructions down for reference, though Alex has never seen the notebook open while Michael is cooking. As if he's already committed the entire thing to memory.

But one of the best reminders in the entire house that shows Alex how much this isn't just where he lives and rested his head at night, but is a home he shares with the person he loves, is the modifications to the bathroom. When he'd bought the house, Alex had immediately installed a grab bar and purchased a cheap little bench he could sit on - enough to make do in the shower, but never anything more than functional of their intended purpose. It had been the renovations that Michael had undertaken, designing a more comfortable bench, and a much more accessible grab bar system, that allowed Alex to truly begin to enjoy taking showers, no longer feeling like they were just a necessary, but also something to relax him after a long tiring day on base.

He sits at the dining room table now, setting up the new computer he's purchased for Michael. Of course he'd been unable to stick to a budget, too concerned with making sure Michael had the best for the work he was going to be doing on it. Alex had asked, of course, after realizing that Michael was often just using the browser on his cell phone to search for things, and sticking to pen and paper for everything else. Michael had hemmed and hawed, claimed he didn't need one, and Alex had gotten him one morning, after they'd woken each other up with lazy blow jobs, to admit how much easier his own computer could make things.

Alex misses him terribly.

"I feel pathetic," he'd admitted to Maria three days into Michael's trip with Max, Isobel, and Liz.

"You wanna come over?" She'd asked, taking pity on him. "We can just cozy on the sofa and watch cheesy romcoms and gorge on junk food."

He appreciated the offer, and almost took her up on it. The problem was, the trip Michael had taken didn't have a defined timeline. It all hinged on what they found up in following some clues that led North regarding the UFO crash and it's survivors. Alex had tried to go with him, hadn't wanted to be so far away in case something went wrong, but when his PTO request was denied due to insufficient notice, he'd relented after Michael had convinced him he'd check in every day.

But now it’s been three days since the time they’d spoken, and Alex is starting to worry. He’d resisted during the first twelve hours, convincing himself Michael just hadn’t found a moment alone. The remaining twenty four had been agony, especially when there’s been no answer on anyone’s cell phone - Michael, Isobel, Liz, and Max’s all had gone to voicemail in the end.

"He'll call," Maria had said when he'd told her. "Perhaps there's no signal where they are."

He'd been surprised, given her own ancestral ties to the crash, that she'd elected to stay in Roswell. But Maria had gently reminded him that she was more concerned about Mimi than road trips with no definitive answers, and she had a business to run - sometimes personal trips just had to be sacrificed.

So he occupies himself with setting up the new programs on Michael's computer, making sure it all runs smoothly for when he returns, and buries himself in work projects to pass the time, and tries to not think something went wrong and that's why Michael hasn't gotten in touch.

"We're on our way back," Michael greets him in the first conversation they've had in thirty six hours. "We ran into some problems, so I can't talk long, but we're maybe four-"

"Six!" Alex hears Liz shout in the background.

"-hours away, and there's nothing stopping me from coming right to you."

Alex looks at the clock, and how it's after midnight now, which means it'll be well into the morning hours before Michael is walking through the front door.

"I know you'll probably be tired-"

Michael scoffs, laughing and it's the most wonderful sound Alex has heard in days.

"Tell those bastards you're going to be late."

Alex smiles. "I might not leave at all then."

It's tempting to think about, calling out to spend the entire day with Michael instead. But he has three meetings scheduled, none of which he can get out of short of being on a ventilator. But it will mean that when he gets home in the afternoon, Michael will be there.

He reluctantly falls asleep after that, curled up on Michael's side of the bed, face buried in the pillow that no matter how many times it gets washed, always smells exactly like Michael. It doesn't make Alex miss him any less, but it's been his only comfort these last couple days.

When his alarm goes off several hours later, Alex stubbornly doesn't think about how he woke up alone again. He takes his morning shower on autopilot, wanting to go through the motions enough so that he can just come home to Michael. Breakfast is coffee and cereal, same as it's been every day Michael has been gone, because while Alex is able to cook for himself when he has to - recipes are not that hard to follow - he prefers Michael's cooking. A voice in his head tells him it's just because it means he doesn't have to, but that's not it. He loves watching Michael experiment with things, adding spices or flavors that he never would have dreamed of, and everything still tasting delicious. He'd tried not to be too surprised the first time he’d watched Michael cook for him, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Did you learn from one of the people you lived with?*

Michael had shaken his head, concentrating on the vegetables he'd been chopping up.

"Sanders was the first one who took an interest. After I started working for him, sometimes I'd crash on his couch, and he'd cook me breakfast in the morning. First time someone didn't make me feel like I was an imposition."

Alex's heart always broke hearing about what it had been like for Michael growing up. To not have any memories of happier times, but believing they existed and surviving on that hope. He's often wondered since if there was a way to retrieve the memories that Max, Isobel, and Michael couldn't remember. Particularly after learning about Nora and Louise, and how hard they'd tried to protect their children. His own childhood hadn't always been bad, there had been some good moments, memories from before his mom left when it had felt like they had been something akin to a happy family. It was only after she left when things had changed.

It’s that fear now, of possibly turning into a monster like his father, that keeps Alex from entertaining the possibility of a family. Neither he or Michael have brought it up, and Alex wonders if it’s because they’re both too scared of repeating the unpleasantness of their childhoods. Part of him knows, believes, that he would never turn into the monster that his father was, but fear isn’t always rational, and it doesn’t always make sense, Alex knows that. Maybe one day he’ll believe it too.

Because deep down, he wants it. He wants to marry Michael some day. He's had part of a proposal written since he was seventeen, when he was younger and more naive. There's never been anyone else who made him fell so fast and hard, but Alex doesn't care.

He continues on autopilot as he goes about his day, making the commute to the base, attending his meetings, going over a project that's currently in development for the land the Air Force had purchased from the Foster's several years prior - delayed because of funding and approval issues. He skips lunch, trying to make it through the day faster, and spends most of his last meeting staring at the clock in the corner of his laptop screen.

The drive home is excruciating - it feels longer than it ever has before. There's no new text messages, no missed calls, no voicemails, and Alex tries not to think about how it's probably only because Michael was exhausted. Hopefully he fell asleep the moment he hit the bed, and that's where he's going to find Michael when he gets home.

It's just been two extremely long weeks.

He toes his boots off inside the front door, and drapes his jacket on the hook. There's a black duffel laying near one of the chairs at the dining table, and Alex lets out a sigh of relief. He wastes no time pushing open the bedroom door, greeted by darkness because Michael has all the curtains pulled tight to keep out the sun. He closes the door behind him and pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it in the middle of the floor as he makes his way to the bathroom, flipping on a light. Inside, he partially closes the door and removes his pants, sitting down on the window seat to remove his prosthetic. There's a crutch leaning against the wall, one of the places Michael is always diligent in making sure to place one of his spares. The stress of the past several days has traveled all through his body, and Alex feels it acutely in his hip, and around his stump, which feels extra sensitive to pressure as he removes the liner. He debates the merits of drawing a bath, letting himself relax and let the tension melt away - but it would mean delaying being near, and getting to touch, Michael again for the first time in two weeks, and he decides against it.

Crutch nestled under his elbow, Alex makes his way back into the bedroom, naked except for his boxers, and crawls into bed, letting his crutch fall to the floor. He lets his hands sweep up Michael's legs, past his hips and stomach - a thrill traveling through his body that Michael had fallen asleep naked and ready for him - body following as Alex leans down to place feather light kisses to Michael's skin. He continues upward, pressing his face into Michael's neck, breathing in that familiar and comforting rain smell, his whole body relaxing in response. Alex presses a kiss to somewhere along Michael's jawline, before feeling Michael's arms move, wrapping around him, and pulling their bodies tightly together, indicating he’s awake too.

Without a word, just Michael pushing up to try and find his lips, kisses landing on his cheek, and neck, before finding his lips, Alex feels as he lets go of his hold, and Michael's hand brushes against him. He shifts a bit, so Michael doesn't have to try and squeeze his hand between their bodies, and reaches down, taking Michael in his hand. It's rough, just skin on skin, and Alex knows that friction can't feel good. He pauses, leaning back, and retrieving the bottle of lube from the nightstand where he'd left it during Michael's absence. Carefully he coats his hand, recapping the lid, and reaching back down, fingers wrapped around Michael again as he runs his thumb over the head, which makes Michael moan so so beautifully, and Alex wonders if he'd even touched himself at all during the trip, if he'd been alone long enough to. He jerks Michael off, keeping his face pressed against the side of Michael's neck until Michael is shifting, turning his head and pressing his open mouth against Alex's. He quickens the pace, sensing Michael is close, and pushes his other hand into Michael's curls, pulling at them slightly, but causing the desired effect as Michael thrusts up to meet his hand, and Alex slows his pace, letting him ride it out, pressing kisses to Michael's cheek as he settles back against the pillows.

"Welcome home," Alex whispers, nuzzling against Michael’s cheek, reveling in the contact.

“I told you I’d make it back.”

Alex lets Michael press their lips together, before watching as he slides out from underneath him, pushing up off the bed and heading into the bathroom. Alex only moves as far enough to sit up, his eyes never leaving Michael, watching as he moves around, grabbing a washcloth from the closet, and running it under the hot water.

Finally, thanks to the light of the bathroom, Alex gets a good look at Michael, and immediately sits up in bed, blinking hard at the sight. Michael’s body is covered in bruises -most of them are on his abdomen and back, and Alex is pretty sure there’s a cut on his cheek below his left eye.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Alex yells out, suddenly pissed off that Michael hadn’t said anything, Alex had put his hands on those bruises, they had to have hurt.

Michael pauses, looking down at himself like just realizing the bruises are there, before glancing back at Alex, shrugging his shoulders, and Alex tries to maintain his composure. It’s not going to do him any good to get angry at Michael.

“Turns out the people we were looking for were actually looking for Jones. They saw Max, and wouldn’t believe that he was someone else.”

“And Liz and Isobel-”

“They’re fine - it’s only me and Max who get to look like this. The girls had stayed at the hotel the night this happened - or well, the two days we were missing afterward.”

“Missing?” Alex is seething now, understanding the reasoning behind the fact that he hadn’t been able to get in touch with Michael or anyone else for several days. “Did you forget you have telekinetic powers?”

Michael smiles at him, making his way back into the bedroom, and leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead. It doesn’t do anything to calm Alex down, but he appreciates that Michael knows he needs the physical contact of some kind in this moment.

“They had some sort of serum, something similar I’m guessing to what Helena Ortecho dosed me with when she wanted me to build the atomizer. Rendered me powerless for almost two days. Max too.” Michael slides back onto the bed, and Alex immediately leans forward, hands carefully running across the skin, careful to avoid all the places where Michael has bruises and cuts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Michael doesn’t reply, and turns away from him, running a hand through his curls, and Alex watches as they slowly fall back into place.

“I don’t want to hurt you-”

“You didn’t-”

Alex glares at him, and thankfully Michael doesn’t finish his sentence.

“Because you would have stopped touching me, and I didn’t-” Michael sighs, reaching out and taking Alex’s hand. He lets him, adjusting so their fingers are intertwined, and watches as Michael presses a kiss to the back of his hand. “Because it’s been two weeks, and nothing these past two weeks has felt as good as your hands on me.”

“Michael.”

Alex takes a deep breath, and barely lets the idea form in his mind, knowing that he’ll overthink it and talk himself out of it if he does. He pushes himself up, maneuvering on the bed, until he’s straddling Michael’s lap, legs wrapped around his hips. Alex digs his hands into Michael’s hair, and pulls their lips together, foreheads gently knocking against one another. The feeling of them pressing together, only the thin layer of his own boxers in the way makes Alex grind down harder, needing the touch.

Michael flips them, so Alex is underneath him, but his legs still wrapped around Michael’s hips, pulling them close together, and Alex laughs into Michael’s chest as he leans over him and retrieves the bottle of lube from earlier. Alex watches, as patiently as he can, as Michael stands up, pulling his boxers down and squirting some onto his hand, coating his fingers, before reaching down and with one finger pressing into Alex.

It has been too long as he pushes down into the contact, hands gripping into the sheets of the bed as Michael adds another finger, using just the tiniest bit of force to open him up. And Alex can’t look away, can’t stare at anything except Michael’s face, and the focus in his eyes in how he’s touching Alex. He feels Michael press in one more finger, and while he appreciates the care Michael is putting into making sure he’s ready, Alex finds that he doesn’t care, he just needs, needs-

Michael’s fingers slide out, and Alex groans at the loss, before Michael is lining himself up and pushing forward, and Alex wraps his legs around Michael’s hips again, urging him forward, filling him up. For a moment, they stay like that, Michael buried inside him, and Alex reaches up, grabbing hold of Michael’s shoulders, his neck, and finally his face, and pulling him down into a desperate crush of their lips before he feels Michael pull out, almost all the way but still inside him and holding him open, before thrusting back in. When Michael hits that spot inside him that sends him wild, Alex can’t do anything except bury his teeth into the junction where Michael’s neck meets his shoulder, the rain smell that is so very Michael all he can focus on, before he reaches down and takes himself in hand, leaning into the tightness he can feel forming, his orgasm inching closer now.

Michael’s orgasm hits first as he continues to thrust forward, dropping his head to Alex’s chest with a muffled groan, as Alex continues to jerk himself off, feeling his own orgasm grow, but the friction is too much, and it’s wrong, and as he slows down his movements, he feels Michael’s hand cover his own, and Alex pulls back, watching as Michael takes over. It doesn’t take long, Alex has spent too many nights dreaming about Michael’s hands on him, and it’s as Michael thumb brushes across the tip that Alex lets go, moaning out his own climax into the curls on top of Michael’s head, fingertips pressed into the skin of Michael’s back.

He pulls Michael down into him, their bodies pressed tight, and Alex keeps his legs wrapped tight around him, one hand digging into his curls as they both breath deep and heavy, coming down from their highs.

It takes another couple minutes before Michael is pushing himself up, and pulling Alex with him, and Alex realizes too late, Michael is carrying him into the bathroom. He doesn’t protest as Michael carefully sets him down next to the shower, and Alex gracefully falls onto the bench, leaning forward and turning the water on, watching as Michael disappears back into the bedroom, returning moments later with his crutch. Alex uses this opportunity to clean himself up, removing the remaining evidence from his skin, letting his fingers dance across Michael’s skin as he watches him do the same.

They dry off, Michael double checking his crutch is within reach, before pressing their lips together one more time, and disappearing back out into the bedroom. He returns a moment later with boxers, and a t-shirt, leaving them on the sink for Alex to get to, and disappears again back into the bedroom again.

By the time Alex has put on the boxers, and pulled the t-shirt over his head, Michael is standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of black boxers, and his hair is towel dried enough that it’s wet, but not dripping onto the floor.

“Dinner?” Michael asks, and all Alex can focus on is the cut next to Michael’s left eye. It’s already in the healing stages, clearly having been received several days earlier, but it’s entire presence makes Alex angry. “I wasn’t thinking anything too complicated, maybe fajitas? If we have the ingredients, since I’m sure you haven’t cooked anything while I’ve been gone.”

Alex scoffs at him. “I went shopping yesterday.”

He takes his time getting dressed, and fishing out one of Michael’s clean work shirts from the dresser, pushing him arms into the sleeves, pressing his nose into the fabric. He’s always amazed at how well the rain smell persists, but it’s comforting, and it makes him feel like he’s surrounded by Michael even in those moments he’s not. He stands in the middle of the bedroom, debating whether or not to put his prosthetic back on, eventually deciding against it - they’re not going anywhere else tonight, and the idea of wrangling with it when they’re just going to end up going back to bed in a few hours isn’t appealing to him at all.

By the time he makes it out into the main room, standing at the foot of the dining room table, Michael, who has slipped into Alex’s Air Force hoodie so he’s not walking around shirtless, has already spread out the necessary ingredients on the counter in the kitchen. There’s a pan on the stove, and Michael is concentrating on slicing the steak into strips, the vegetables from the crisper waiting to be cut up next. Alex doesn’t pay too much attention to the specifics of the cooking, and glances down at the table, only to notice Michael’s regular notebooks are missing, though the laptop that is his gift is exactly where he left it.

Alex watches, transfixed, as Michael scribbles something into one of those notebooks, and then retrieves his cooking notebook from it’s spot against the wall, writing something down in that as well. The way Michael moves, Alex can’t even begin to imagine what his thought process is like to be able to shift around constantly like he does, one idea after another flowing through his mind, needing to be captured and saved.

As far as he can tell, Michael hasn’t seen him yet. Which is fine, because Alex is more than happy in this moment to enjoy watching him, reveling in how comfortable Michael looks. He thinks of the drafting table in the study, and two vehicles parked in the garage, and Michael’s clothes with their own space in the dressers, and in the closet, and can’t look away from Michael in the kitchen, cooking and looking very much like this is his home. And Alex thinks of every time Michael has told him about not belonging, about not feeling wanted, and about how often he’d been shuffled around the system, and something tightens in Alex’s chest.

Years ago, he’d seen this beautiful, handsome boy who made his heart beat just a little bit faster, and offered him a warm place to sleep at night. A boy who had stood up for him when no one else would, who had without hesitation put himself between Alex and danger time and time again. Who looked at Alex like he was the only person in the world that mattered, and Alex has always wondered if he’s worthy of that love, of that devotion. But Michael has never looked at him any other way, even in their worst moments, during the arguments and the fighting - Alex has never doubted that Michael loved him. Because while Alex knows he’s always had trouble verbalizing his feelings, Michael has always been one to stand tall and declare them in the most beautiful ways.

And Alex knows that, without a doubt, there is nowhere else he would rather be in this moment.

“Michael,” he chokes out, because the words are clawing up his throat, and usually Alex is careful about what he says, and how he says it, and he’s never - at least he doesn’t think he has - truly told Michael how he feels. And standing here now, after being apart for two weeks, and the issues with keeping in touch during that time, and the fucking bruises, and it’s all too much for him to keep in now.

“I was thinking about my workshop, and how we can modify some space in the basement here if that’s-”

Alex doesn’t let him finish, can’t even process what Michael is talking about past agreeing with it because he's talking like he knows this is his space, and Alex can't help but feel happy and so fucking proud to see that Michael knows this is his home too.

“Michael,” he starts again, waiting until Michael is looking back at him. “I am so fucking in love with you.”

He was expecting a reaction of some kind, probably something akin to Michael just crossing the room and kissing him. What he certainly doesn’t expect is to hear the knife clatter to the floor, and Michael swear under his breath, and for him to turn the water in the sink on, shoving his hand underneath it.

It takes Alex’s brain a moment to come back online, wondering what just happened, before he realizes that Michael has sliced his hand open. But before he can move, Michael has grabbed a dishtowel, and wrapped it around his hand, as he rushes toward Alex, good hand reaching out and pulling their bodies together, kissing Alex. And Alex is helpless, he melts into Michael’s touch, his arms wrapping around Michael’s waist and pulling himself closer, and Alex faintly realizes his crutch has fallen to the floor.

“You’re such an idiot,” Alex says against Michael’s lips, but Michael just shakes his head, diving back in and kissing him again.

“I don’t care,” Michael replies against his lips, and Alex feels helpless to stop him. "I'm happy to be your idiot."

“We’re going to have to call Kyle now, and have him look at your hand-”

“It’s really not that bad-”

Alex grabs Michael’s wrist, pulling back far enough to get a better look at it, the towel wrapped tightly enough for now, and Alex knows the only reason he hasn’t immediately settled into worrying about an infection is because of Michael’s alien DNA and it’s resistance to human diseases and ailments.

“What if you need stitches?”

Michael smiles, leaning in again, and Alex doesn’t stop him.

"I'm gonna go put my prosthetic on, and then call Kyle, so please, no more accidents." Alex tugs at the dish towel, and Michael yanks his hand back.

In the bathroom, Alex collapses back on the window seat, and takes a deep breath, cursing the events of tonight. Well, not all of them because he'd never regret Michael - even through the good and bad between them, Alex has learned to take it all in stride. He just can't believe Michael's reaction to what he'd said had been to slice his hand open.

He calls Kyle first, leaning against the wall, and wondering if he should never had said anything at all. They're lucky - Kyle isn't working, and agrees to come over, but Alex can hear the apprehension in his voice and knows he's going to have to figure out a way to repay the favor.

By the time Alex has put his prosthetic back on, Kyle is letting himself in through the front door, backpack slung over his shoulder, looking as though he'd rather be anywhere but here - and Alex can't blame him for that. His status as Alien Doctor means he's the only one who can treat the aliens without fear of discovery.

“Do I even want to know?” Kyle asks, carefully pulling back the dishtowel, and inspecting the wound. Alex watches as Michael ignores the question, his good hand reaching toward the new laptop that's still sitting on the table.

“Guerin’s an idiot,” Alex supplies from where he’s standing in the kitchen heating up leftover pizza, since dinner was ruined, and Alex was done letting Michael near sharp objects for the evening. As Kyle sets about cleaning and bandaging Michael’s cut, including dropping a full bottle of nail polish remover on the table for Michael to drink, Alex moves around the kitchen, cleaning up the ruined dinner that Michael had planned for them, shaking his head at the half cut up meat and vegetables, and putting anything that can be saved back in the fridge.

“Yeah,” Michael adds, not paying attention to Kyle, his gaze firmly settled on watching Alex in between sips of acetone. “But you love me.”

Alex watches Kyle stop what he’s doing, eyes moving up first to Michael’s, and then over to his own, as if asking if he needs to tell Michael to shut up before he starts telling Kyle things he definitely doesn’t need to, or want to, know.

“Did you just figure that out, Guerin?” Kyle replies instead, and Alex wonders if he thought that the safest option. “Cuz the rest of us had bets on how long it would take you two to figure your shit out.”

Alex glares at Kyle, remembering several conversations years ago, where Kyle had tried to nudge him into talking to Michael, insisting that it was the key to everything between them. It hadn’t been bad advice, it had been exactly what Alex had needed to hear. The problem was, like it had always been with them, timing.

Timing had always been their enemy, even from the very beginning. Alex had thought they’d beaten it, after everything they’d been through where they’d all but given up on ever being together. He doesn’t like to dwell on it too much, on their crashing back together in the weeks following the reunion, or how fast he’d pulled away due to the threat of his father still lingering over them, choosing to protect Michael over being with him.

“Who won?” Michael asks, and Alex glances over to see Kyle bent over Michael’s hand, gauze pressed against the wound. He doesn’t want to know how far off their friends were, if he and Michael had spent too much time letting everything else get in the way instead of trying to work things out between them. But he’s already cleaned up the kitchen, and after all of this, Alex really just wants to eat dinner and take Michael to bed, and not wake up until the morning.

“Max.” That’s a surprising answer, Alex thinks. He’d expected it to be Maria or Isobel. Or even Kyle himself, who seemed to have picked up on what Guerin meant to him long before Alex was even willing to admit to himself that it could be obvious to anyone. “And even he was off by about four months. You two really did take forever.”

“I’m surprised Maria didn’t win.”

“She took herself out of the running, said it’d be cheating.”

Alex is thankful when the oven beeps, indicating the pizza is ready, and ignores the remaining conversation between Kyle and Michael. He removes the tray from the oven, and plates two slices each on plates for him and Michael, before wondering if Kyle is hungry. But as he turns around with the intention of asking, Kyle is standing up, backpack in hand, looking ready to leave.

“I don’t want to know what caused that cut, but for my sanity, please don’t do it again.”

And with that, he’s gone, leaving the two of them alone again.

“Alex, what is this?” Michael asks, fingers running across the smooth top of the laptop.

“It’s yours,” he replies, matter of factly. He knows Michael is going to resist, going to insist he doesn’t need or want it.

“I didn’t ask-”

Alex takes a deep breath, because he knew the fight was coming. He knew that Michael would resist it, because that’s how Michael is. He gives and gives and gives, and Alex has watched him reject things people have done for him over and over again, thinking they were debts that needed to be repaid.

“I know you didn’t, but with all your research and your designs - I thought this would make it easier.”

Michael doesn’t say anything to that, and Alex wonders if he’s not going to actually argue against it.Maybe it’s just the events of tonight, maybe Michael is going to save the bickering for another day, another evening.

Instead, Michael shakes his head, eyeing the computer one more time, and pushing up off the chair, and walking into the kitchen. Alex tries to not focus on his injured hand, on the stark white bandage wrapped around reminding him of a different time in their lives, causing him to flinch away, picking up a plate and taking a bite of pizza.

He watches Michael lean against the counter across from him, picking up a slice of pizza and testing if it’s cool enough to eat. It’s shit timing, but Alex needs to know something, needs to ask Michael about tonight.

“Did you not know?”

Michael pauses, pizza poised in front of his mouth, and frowns at him, before dropping the slice back onto the plate, and sliding it back onto the counter.

“Of course I knew.”

“Because I know I’m not good with words, I know that I don’t make those big grand declarations like you do that take my breath away and render me speechless.”

“Alex-”

“I just,” he pauses, leveraging himself across the linoleum until he’s standing in Michael’s space, fingers itching to reach out and make contact. “It felt important to tell you.”

He lets Michael crowd him against the cabinetry, pizza temporarily forgotten. Wraps his arms around Michael's neck, as Michael pulls him on with his hands settled on his hips, and Alex just loves this man. He's infuriating and he's beautiful, and more than anything else, Alex wouldn't trade anything in their past if it meant changing getting here.

"I told you a long time ago, I don't look away from you. I never could." Alex lets Michael lean in, foreheads pressed together, noses bumping, lips pressed together in smiles. "You're my home, Alex. You made me believe, when no one else did, that I didn't have to build a ship and leave. That I could have a family here too."

Alex thinks about home and Michael's plans for moving his workshop into the basement and kisses him again and again and again, feeling like he's that seventeen year old boy again who got nervous around the boy he liked. Except now they're grown up, they're men who have seen more and done more, and changed them. But one thing through it all has remained the same.

"You really want to move your workshop here?" Alex asks, knowing the answer, but needing Michael to understand that he's asking to make sure. He needs to hear it from Michael.

"Do you not-"

"No!" Alex immediately replies, and then catches himself, knowing how this has to sound. "Fuck. No, I want you to. I'm just - I'm making sure it's what you want."

Michael reaches behind him, and Alex twists his head to see it's one of his notebooks, and they pull away from each other just enough so Michael can flip through the pages to find something specific. Be holds it up so Alex can see and-

It's a design for a prosthetic for him.

Alex takes the notebook, staring at the pages, not understanding half the calculations and formulas scribbled in the margins, but not caring because he understands the design schematic.

"I just thought I could try and make you something that was lighter and easier to get on and off-"

Alex lunges forward, cutting Michael off, and wrapping his arms back around him, using Michael and the countertop for balance and leverage to stay upright. He kisses Michael over and over again, and thinks about everything Michael does for him.

"Say it again," Michael says, pulling back so they can look each other in the eye.

Alex buries his face in Michael's shoulder, pressing his lips against the skin of his neck, but he's smiling. He hasn't felt this happy, this excited, this in love since he was seventeen. He knows Michael is waiting for him, the ever patient partner that as a teenager he never dreamed of deserving, much less finding.

"I love you."

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years ago

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Thorin and the Gem Carver (part 19)

Thorin had just leaned down to kiss you when a knock at the outer doors could be heard. “I will be right back. Do not move.” He tells you. Getting up, Thorin heads for the doors, leaving you and Oin in your room. He leaves the doors to your room open and goes to answer the main doors to your suite.

When Thorin answers the door, he finds Bofur and Bifur there holding a contraption made of wood and stone. He raises his eyebrow. “What is this?” he asks curious. “It is the first go round of the drawing board you asked us to design. May we bring it in for Miss Jade to try?” Bifur explains.

Thorin smiles and nods, stepping aside to let them in. He watches as the two dwarves go to bring it into the room. It didn’t require them both to carry, as it wasn’t a huge contraption, but they wanted to be careful with it and both wanted to see and hear how she liked it and if it needed any improvements.

Thorin showed them to your room. “Amrâlim��” (My love), you have guests who are bearing a gift I asked them to create for you to try out. Are you up for it?” Thorin asks. You nod and he steps aside, opening the other door and lets them into the room. They both give you small bows. Lady Jade, we have heard you enjoyed drawing your carving projects before beginning to carve them. Thorin mentioned you could not carve yet, but thought you might enjoy doing some drawings and asked us to come up with a way for you to do so while you lay on your back.” Bofur explained as they bring the contraption over and set it over your lap.

“It has been designed so that you can use it laying on your back, but also once you are able to sit up again, and if you wish to stand at a table or desk and draw.” Bifur explained as he showed you how the top of the tray lifts up, and can be positioned into any angle you desired and locked into place. “The base is made of stone to counter weigh the tabletop when it is being used with you lying on your back, so it won’t flip over onto you.” Bifur explains.

“Aye, we also added a little sling for your arm to support it, so you don’t have to keep trying to hold it up all the time. Just slip your drawing hand into here and let it rest, it can be raised and lowered as you wish by pulling on this cord here and then anchoring it using the knots along the rope.” Bofur explains.

You look at the three dwarves with glassy eyes. “Y-y-you made this just for me?!?” you exclaim. They grin and nod. It was Thorin’s idea, he just asked us to make it happen.” Bifur explains with a grin.

You look at Thorin with gratefulness and realize how much he cares about you. “Thank You, Kurdel (Heart of all hearts) for asking them to make this for me!” you tell Thorin. He grins and gives your head a gentle hug and kiss.

“Thank you both for accepting Thorin’s challenge to come up with this.” You tell Bifur and Bofur. They both grin and bow, “At your service, my Queen to be.” They say with a chuckle. “So, would you care to give it a try and see if we need to make any modifications?” Bifur asks.

You nod and Thorin goes to grab some parchment from the desk in his room. He returns with a wad of blank parchment and hands a few sheets to Bifur. Bifur shows you and Thorin how to attach the paper when the table is flat. There are six small tabs that swivel and hold the paper into place. They can be moved along a track, to adjust for various sizes of paper. Once they are set in place, a thin board of the same size as the parchment is placed under the paper and is inserted into the tabs. (The base of the lap table holds these various sized thin boards.) The tabs are swung into place and the table can be positioned as you need.

They get it into place and Bofur shows you how the tabletop can be pivoted up and down to fit the angle you need for drawing. They get it all set into place and Thorin helps you to put your drawing arm into the sling. They get it positioned as well. Once you are comfortable, Thorin takes the drawing pencils pouch that Celeborn brought in when he came earlier, and he showed it to you.

“These are a joint gift from both me, and Lord Celeborn. They are made from the same healing stones that your silverware is made from. Your drawing pencils can be placed into these holders, giving you a larger grip to hang on to. Thorin explains.

He places the sketch pencil into one of the crystals and hands it to you. The moment you touch it you feel a warmth enter your hand and feel a faint pulsing that is comforting. The stone glows with a faint yellowish green glow. You turn it in your fingers feeling the carved grip sections and grin.

You think about what to draw. Something simple to begin with. You think back trying to remember the first thing you remember drawing to carve. You smile remembering it was a cat that you saw all the time in the stables of the Men in living near the Blue Mountains.

You lift your pencil and ask them to slide the whole contraption up a little towards you. They do and you nod. Pressing the tip of the pencil to the paper, you slowly move it and begin to draw a basic cat, sitting on its hind legs. You are surprised that your muscles seem to remember how to do this. The gentle pulsing from the stone encouraging you to continue.

You draw more and more details as you began to remember them. Soon the cat is finished, and you began to draw Eowen’s horse carving you had done on the sapphire that Theoden had let you use.

You spent the rest of the evening drawing various projects that you could remember doing for Theoden, Elrond, Arwen, Galadriel and Celeborn. Bifur and Bofur made notes of what needed modifications and of your suggestions. They made plans to add a cup to hold your pencils at hand reach, and also a shallower cup to hold the healing stone hand grips and an eraser holder for you at your request.

Soon you were once again tired and so the two tinkerers bowed and lifted the drawing lap table off of your bed and set it off to the side. Thorin took the pencil and grips and put them back into the bundle from Celeborn. He set it alongside the contraption and showed the two dwarves out after they bid you goodbye.

When Thorin returned, you had fallen asleep and he smiled. Coming over to the bed, he kissed you and tucked you in, so you stayed warm. Then he went to lie down on the sofa in your room. That is where Balin found you both when he returned from helping Miranda and Ori in the Library.

Balin came over to your bed and kissed your cheek goodnight. He caressed your family braid and his bead, grinning like a fool. It thrilled him that he now has a Daughter and that she will one day be Queen of his people. He sighed happily.

Glancing around, he noticed the contraption on the other side of the bed. It was set off near the corner of the room. He went to look at it and realized it had parchment attached to it and some drawings on it. His eyes widened when he recognized the drawing of the carved horses you had made for Eowyn. He wondered if you had made these drawings. They were wonderfully done and full of intricate details.

Yawning, he goes over to the sofa and sees Thorin sound asleep. One foot on the floor and one draped over the arm rest. His boots were off against the wall, so he didn’t trip over them.

Balin chuckled and laid down on the other sofa. It had been a long day and he was very tired.

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Be Prepard

(My 3rd story for @short-story-slam as usual this is an independent story that falls into my supervillain universe. You don’t need to read anything else to read this but reading the 1st story will this make this so much more funnier. Trust me. And if you’re intrigued by my story here’s another story from this universe.)

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Tanveer, the most successful thief in Hyderabad, ran along the balcony railing. Look carefully. Her usual disguise of shifting greys and blues had been discarded for a suit of green with a red mask from which red lines ran down to her shoulders.

A plan was in motion, carefully planned and currently being perfectly executed.

Just as she leapt onto the next building, her phone rang. A lesser person would have been thrown off balance. But she was prepared. She was prepared for everything.

Are you jealous yet? You should be.

Her phone would ring only if one among a select five people called. If anyone of them called at this time of night, there was an 85% chance of it being an emergency. It was exactly 85% which was very confusing. There had to be some slight errors in the calculations somewhere. Perfect percentages were a nightmare. Nevertheless' she left her volume on because there was no one else competent enough to deal with their problems.

You should be jealous by now, whether you want to be her or be friends with her. Either one is fine.

"Hello?" She said putting it up to her ear and cursing quietly when she realised she hadn't pressed the receive button.

"Hello?" She repeated after doing so.

"Tanveer! Thank god you picked up. You have experiences with boyfriends right?"

Tanveer stopped midstep, one leg still in the air, held her phone in front of her and just looked at it.

"Tanveer?" Said a weak voice from the phone.

"No." She said finally, putting the phone back to her ear. "I have never had a boyfriend. Never wanted a boyfriend. You're my best friend. You know this!"

There was a groan from the other end. "Well, who knows what you've been up to in Hyderabad? Probably going out every night."

She was technically right but Tanveer wasn't going to admit it. She didn't need Roshini to be mixed up in all this. Let her enjoy her normalcy.

"I've been working. If anyone is partying all night it would be you."

"That reminds me. I need to invite my boyfriend to Kai's party day after. Its some cool Dj thing. I did tell you I have a boyfriend right?"

"You may have mentioned it." Admitted Tanveer, stepping over a broken section of the railing.

Here's a fun tip, destroy you railings to prevent thieves from using them as a freeway.

"I thought you had given up on love."

"Meh. You know I love you right?"

"You don't. You don't. You would not be calling me at one o'clock in the night to gush about your boyfriend if you loved me."

Which is rude. If you can't gush about your boyfriend in the earliest hours of the morning when can you?

"I wasn't planning to stay up until one. I was texting him and it became flirty. Which is a first. One sec, I need to check if my mom is secretly listening."

Tanveer sighed as she took stock of her surroundings. Two houses to go.

If any of you, comfortably reclining on a sofa are thinking oh only two houses left. That's not much, let's see you run across two houses in the night while holding a phone to your ear. And it will be pitch black as well because that's the price of pollution. Start carpooling.

"Anyway, he sent me a shirtless picture."

"Which you didn't want?"

"Well, technically I asked him for it."

"Is he secretly a cyborg or something? Roshini there is no conceivable reason why you would call me!"

"He's usually really bad at pictures. Absolutely terrible. He sent me a selfie the other day and I had to take five minutes to convince myself that he's actually good looking and fairly competent at everything else."

"Please do not describe his shirtless picture with me. I will throw my phone away. I will throw your phone away and I'll find him and throw away his phone as well."

"It probably won't make a difference. He keeps loosing or breaking his phone. Now that I'm thinking about it, his job doesn't give him space to do a lot of photography."

"What does he do?"

There was a panicked silence as Tanveer inspected a window on the top floor. The security guard would notice her if she took more than two minutes to find a window she could enter through.

"Uh..homeopathy? Natural... medicines? And stuff. People's health-related."

"Doesn't really seem like the sort of thing that gets your phone broken."

"He has a lot of hobbies. Like pyrotechnics."

"Did he blow himself up while taking a picture? You accidentally killed him didn't you? Come on Roshini, that's so careless."

The window opened up easily and she soundlessly slipped inside. Which takes practice.

So much practice that it's almost not worth it. Especially when it's your toe that gets stabbed every time. Tanveer has never stubbed her toes in her life.

If you're not jealous yet, you're obviously not a human. Give up already, you've been found out.

"Have some faith in me."

"No." said Tanveer as she made her way downstairs. Roshini groaned again.

"Anyway, this picture was good. I am kind of attracted to him. But what do I say?"

"That he's hot maybe? Why are you asking me this?"

"I did." She said sourly. "He thought I was making a pun. This is ridiculous, maybe I should break up with him. How do you even break up with people?"

"Roshini have I ever dated anyone in my life? Do you seriously have no other friends?"

There was silence. Tanveer took advantage of it to cautiously open a door. A crooked hinge caught her mask, and as she moved forward, it pulled a strip of fabric from it.

"They all cut the call within a minute." She said at last. Tanveer cast a look at the sleeping couple in the main bedroom and decided it was worth continuing the conversation. "When did he send the picture?"

"Ten o'clock."

Tanveer sighed as she slid open the closest. She lifted a few saris out of the way to reveal the safe. "He probably already thinks you want to break up with him. What's his name anyway?"

"Advaith."

"I know an Advaith." Sais Tanveer darkly.

He was more popularly known as Zeher, was obsessed with destructive plans and derailed every conversation you had with him. At least Roshini wasn't dating him. To make matters worse, that guy had a permanent place in the league of evil because he's healed most of them at least once. She smiled as Roshini continued to complain over the phone. This night would secure her seat.

She removed the blade from her pocket. She had made several replicas of it and made modifications of her own to Revanth's original design. It was never wise to have a single supplier of weapons.

"It cut through the top of the safe with ease. After carefully sheathing it again, she reached in and pulled out its contents. She sandwiched her phone between her ear and shoulder so that she could use both her hands.

"Why don't you just tell him he looks good and set up a date or something?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I'm not sure of anything. I have no idea about relationships!" She said pretty loudly.

It is possible that her voice, paired with the slamming of the cupboard door was what woke up the sleepers. It is possible that they had a very strange circadian rhythm or perhaps they were victims of terrible nightmares that chose to return them to consciousness at this exact moment. That must be why they woke up.

"That's just great." Said Tanveer.

"What is?"

"My roommate just walked i."

"And you complain about my sleeping habits."

"You're my best friend." Muttered Tabveer, as the owners of their house continued to wonder if they were dreaming or not. "Although that might change once you die of lack of sleep."

"Do you want me to hang up?"

"Nah. Just keep talking for a while."

"Sure. Well, I was talking to him the other day and.."

Tanveer allowed her friend's chatter to relax her brain as she snuck out. The light flicked on right as she was at the doorway illuminating her memorable outfit and the huge 'T' emblazoned on the back. She froze for a second before rushing up the stairs. Panicked voices rose behind her and someone was screaming over the phone. They had definitely noticed the gold chain she had dropped near their bed. She stopped at the nearest window and fished something out of her pocket. It was a little glass orb. She threw it at the glass pane. There was a terrific sizzling noise as a hole began to grow from the centre of the pane.

The voices from downstairs were still rising, sirens could be heard from the distance. Far more interesting was the storm clouds gathering in the distance. A sure sign that the states current favourite hero, Typhoon was approaching.

"What's all the noise?" Inquired Roshini.

"She's decided to dismantle the fridge."

"I'm not envious of you. How come you never complain to me about her?"

"I don't really see her a lot admitted Tanveer as she slid through the now nonexistent window. As she left the house far behind there was a surge of lights as whatever had been in the glass orb started eating through the concrete. Soon it would look like it was blown apart by the wind.

"Oh my god!" Yelled Roshini, which would have scared nearly anyone. But as we've established before, Tanveer is prepared.

"What happened?"

"Dude there's some serious stuff happening in Hyderabad right now. How are you not aware of this?"

"Just tell me." Said Tanveer checking her bag. She had dropped nearly everything she had stolen in the balcony of the house, where the hero would surely land. Only a bundle of notes remained.

"You know Typhoon right? The hero guy? Apparently, he just broke into a house to steal stuff. They have eyewitnesses and footage of him on the crime scene and everything."

"Interesting." Sid Tanveer, pulling her own cape out of her bag. Printed on the back was a huge, swirly 'T'. Here's a quick tip for all you wannabee heroes out there. If you're choosing a name, don't steal it from a supervillain.

Tanveer smiled. "I feel pretty lucky right now?"

"I really don't know why. Typhoon's done now I guess. No one will want to associate him with his name anymore."

That's sad." Said Tanveer tossing the bundle up and catching it again. An added bonus. The seat on the league would be another bonus. Getting rid of a hero with no violence or suspicion? It was unheard of.

"Aren't you concerned that somebody will break into your apartment?"

"Don't worry," Said Tanveer, the true Typhoon of Telangana, about to reclaim her title. "I'm always prepared."

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ancientbooshartifacts · 5 years ago

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Goths

Author: Beansidhe_Baby

Year: 2010

Rating: PG

Characters: Richmond, Anthrax & Ebola

The first few times Richmond went out on the scene he was largely ignored by everyone else. He thought that perhaps that was part of the air of studied apathy that seemed to permeate all of goth culture, but eventually he figured it out. He was a... what was it that Roy had said the other day. Oh yes, a noob. It was really rather depressing, here he was among his own people and he was as ignored there as he was at work. Even if he wasn't in a room all by himself here, he might as well have been. Oh well, at least there was absinthe here. Within seconds of that thought entering his mind, his drink was knocked out of his hand as a short, or perhaps petite was the correct word in the circumstances, young woman was pushed against him, jostling his shoulder by the slowly undulating crowd. She turned to look at him and smiled slowly, exposing sharp elongated canines like a vampire's fangs. Presumably they were false, although body modification was taken rather seriously hereabouts, so who knew? “I'm terribly sorry,” he said, gulping nervously, slightly intimidated by her feral grin. He hadn't seen a goth girl smiling before, he'd thought there were rules, or at least guidelines, against them. “S'alright,” the girl said, lifting up a hand to stroke his hair, “You're pretty.” Richmond blinked, by now completely out of his depth. “Oh, um, that's lovely of you to say,” he stammered, “you're very beautiful.” She nodded, as though he had said something like 'the sky is blue' or 'Robert Smith has fantastic hair'. Her eyes drifted towards his throat and she trailed a fingertip against his jugular. His eyes remained glued to her parted lips as she moved slowly closer to him, teeth bared in a silent snarl, before she stopped with her head tucked just underneath his chin. He felt his adams apple bob nervously and bump against her mouth, and her soft breath warm against his skin. After an eternity she closed her mouth and pressed a gentle kiss against his neck and he sighed in relief. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed another girl walking purposefully in their direction. His chest seized up, almost fearful of the look on her face. “Do you, do you, that is to say, you don't happen to be here with someone?” he said, looking down at the top of the other girl's dark head. She looked up into his eyes and smiled beatifically, her whole face lighting up like it was backlit by a thousand megawatt light bulbs. “Ebola!” and she said delightedly, leaving him utterly confused as she turned to the newcomer with an expression of near irrepressible joy. The other girl was by their side now, frowning slightly with her hands on her lips. She was as fair as the other girl was dark, though they were both as pale as untouched snow. “I've found a new puppy,” the dark girl said to her companion (Ebola? What an unusual name. He vaguely wished he had thought of it first). “Anthrax,” Ebola said flatly, her lips pressed into a thin red line, “Let him go, he doesn't like it.” Richmond felt like he should intercede, he didn't want to hurt the dark girl's, Anthrax he corrected himself in his mind, feelings and make her feel as though she was unwelcome. She was the first person to talk to him in this club after all and he'd been going here for almost two months. It was nice to have someone to talk to. “Oh, it's no trouble,” he said, fanning his hands out in front of him palm first. “See!” Anthrax squeezed his arm and smiled back up at him. He managed a shy smile back. Ebola sighed with an air of one making a great concession and rolled her eyes. Richmond noticed for the first time that her eyes didn't match, she was wearing a contact lens in one, and admired the effect in had on her face. * He learned over the next few weeks, that Anthrax and Ebola were living in a small house together in Shoreditch. During the day Anthrax worked as a secretary with her face scrubbed clean, her hair in a sensible ponytail and wearing pencil skirts and white blouses.

She hated it and wanted to someday be able to live off the SF and fantasy short stories she wrote freelance. Ebola was a medical student, “training to be a mad scientist,” she'd said to him completely straight faced, and she worked three nights a week in the morgue at the hospital. They were lovely girls, though he'd certainly never say that to their face, or at least not to Ebola, and they taught him all sorts of things. They lived together in a happy state of near poverty, spending all their money on clothes and going out (though they didn't spend a great deal of money past the cover charge in most clubs, seeing as they never had to buy their own drinks). If it was a choice between a pair of boots that had caught one of their eyes or eating meat that month, the footwear would win out every time. The first time he'd gone over to their house (it was tiny and ramshackle, making him deeply embarrassed of his well lit open plan penthouse) he'd thought they were vegetarian, seeing the amount of chick peas, soy and potatoes that they ate, but it was just because they could get those things cheaply in bulk. “You can live very well on potatoes,” Anthrax had told him, “They have as much vitamin C as oranges.” Anthrax was full of such advice. She'd also counselled him to cut his own hair, to save money and to make sure that no one could cast a spell on him by stealing his offcuts. Though he'd nodded sombrely at this, he'd quietly decided that perhaps not all of her advice was completely on the money. Still though, his acquaintanceship, nay friendship, he thought hesitantly, with the girls had proved invaluable. For they were the first to give him what he had lacked since the first time he'd heard Dani Filth scream exquisite torture through his earphones to his very soul. Acceptance. “All goths know each other, like cats,” Ebola had said to him sternly one day and he'd looked back, surprised. “And pregnant ladies,” Anthrax added, Ebola nodding primly “Exactly, and just like them-” “We all hate each other,” Anthrax finished, smiling widely at him, no fangs today. He stared blankly at them, clutching the cup of tea that he'd been given when he sat down in their living room. “Well, maybe not hate, but it's very clique-y,” she went on, and stirred her own tea, “Everyone hates snobs who act all 'more gothic than thou' but not nearly as much as everyone detests weekenders and people who just haven't been into it as long as they have. Oh the hypocrisy!” she giggled and stirred her tea. “Oh,” Richmond looked down rather glumly, “How long does it take for one to be considered legitimate?” “Depends,” Anthrax shrugged, “But for you, not long, because we're adopting you. You can be my brother if you like, you look a bit like me.” * Under their wing, he'd thrived in the community, suddenly accepted where he'd been outright scorned previously. Sometimes he was introduced as Anthrax's twin, sometimes as her lover, sometimes as Ebola's, sometimes both (he'd always betray himself with a blush when they would press into his sides in tandem and press kisses into his hair and the side of his neck. He was by no means a prude, but within mere weeks of knowing them thinking of them in a sexual context brought on the same horror as thinking of his own mother in flagrante delicto), but the inconsistencies were hand waved. As long as he was being introduced by one of them, it didn't seem to matter what it was he had been introduced as. Eventually he began to be recognized and remembered even without them, and he started going out on his own more and more. They were still friends of course, but he was not nearly as dependent on them as he had been. At first he'd felt horrendously guilty, but they'd assured him that there was no need, they'd wanted this for him and he should by all means enjoy the benefit of all their hard work. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and eventually it was over a year since he'd seen them. He was getting along better with his work mates these days and he was never as lonely as he had been those first few months he'd spent as a goth. He was... happy. Content. Accepted.

Then, of course, he'd gotten scurvy and all his tenuous friendships had dried up save for a few emails from Moss occasionally. He lay on his depressingly beige sofa and stared at the glass of fizzing vitamin C on the low coffee table in front of him. He should really drink that. In a minute perhaps. He drifted off into a fitful sleep, his dreams full of unhappy puppies sitting in puddles and baby bats without nests in a storm. A loud knocking woke him and he stared for a few seconds at his own front door without moving. Finally he drew a thin blanket around his shoulders and walked with trepidation towards the door, opening it on the safety chain. He was greeted by Ebola's most angry scowl through the narrow gap and he did a slight double take, hurrying to open the door fully. “We buzzed all of the flats, someone always is expecting someone,” Anthrax said smugly as she walked in. Ebola dropped a twenty five kilo bag of potatoes inside his doorway, swearing under her breath, and joined her. “Come in,” Richmond said, redundantly as they were already inside, looking his barely lived in home. “We couldn't get through to you at your work, they said you were ill,” Anthrax frowned at him this time, walking over to lay a hand on his forehead, “Scurvy, you absolute idiot, how you managed it I'll never know.” He felt embarrassed by everything from his bland tasteful furniture to his bleeding gums and yellowed eyes. “Well, don't worry,” she patted his hand and led him back to the sofa, where he sat with his thumb resting against his lower lip. “We're here now.” And they were. For the first time in two weeks, Richmond smiled.

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justsomebucky · 7 years ago

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The Truth Is (Part 3)

Summary: Canon(ish). Captain America calls on reader to help his best friend uncover a major scandal. If reader succeeds, the former Winter Soldier might finally be vindicated. Failure is not an option when the truth is at stake.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,016

Warnings: language, timeline manipulation, i’m winging it, guns, gun violence, espionage-y stuff, i’m bad at canon, i overthought this entire chapter, dialogue-heavy

A/N: This is part 3 for Mee’s canon writing challenge. VSD is the Lithuanian state/intelligence agency. ‘Canon’ is the worst.

You could vaguely hear Bucky shouting in your comm over the sound of blood rushing in your ear. When you whirled around, you came face-to-face with a petite woman.

“Shhh!” She hissed, eyes wide. “Not here!”

Her accent was similar to the lobby attendant’s. Like hell were you going to go anywhere with some stranger in a stairwell. You pulled your arm from her grasp and turned, fists ready to strike.

“Who are you?”

She held her hands up automatically, a frantic look on her face. “I’m the local agent assigned to the safe house.”

“Who assigned you?”

“Steve Rogers.”

Your eyes widened a little. Surely if that was true, Steve would have mentioned it.

He hadn’t said a word.

“Ross found out about your plan,” she told you, her arms slowly dropping to her sides. “Rogers had no way of contacting you in the meantime.”

“Y/N?” Bucky rasped in your ear. “Something is off.”

“Why are you here if Steve assigned you to the safe house?” you asked, trying to harden your stare. You weren’t really the best at interrogation, but your witness was missing and you had to know.

“I took Oksana there already. I knew they were coming here to get her. I’ve been keeping an eye on her for Steve.” She took a step toward you. “I saw it happen myself.”

“Stay where you are.” You kept your eyes trained on her as you touched your earpiece with your free hand to hear a little better. “Can you call Steve to confirm?”

“Y/N, I just checked and there’s no public info about you being here. Ross hasn’t leaked it if he knows, but if he does know, you’re already compromised.”

“Call Steve,” you repeated, eyeing the woman in front of you.

“Y/N! Are you hearing me? We shouldn’t take the risk. We need to get out of the country.”

You ignored him, focusing on the woman in front of you. “What’s your name?”

“Lina,” she supplied. “I’m from Vilnius. We are wasting time here, we have to go, now.”

There wasn’t much of an option for you. If she truly was following Steve’s orders, you had to trust her. Even if she wasn’t, she had already gotten to and moved your key witness.

Your eyes narrowed. “How do I know you haven’t already killed her?”

“I can’t get a hold of him, Y/N….If you’re going to be stubborn as usual, we’re gonna have to go with her for now and just deal with the fallout.”

“We have to get out of here,” Lina repeated, motioning for you to exit. “They’re monitoring everything. Security will see us together; it might be too late already. If we leave now we have a chance. And tell your other operative to join us, too.”

You gestured for her to go through the door first. “I don’t know if you’re former SHIELD or what, but if you’re lying, Lina, you won’t make it out of the safe house alive.” That was an idle threat; you didn’t believe in killing anyone, but you weren’t sure what Bucky’s limits were these days.

She gave you a dubious look before pushing the exit door open.

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Bucky maintained a fair distance behind without letting you and Lina out of his sight on the way to the safe house. Since you’d never been there, he quietly confirmed over the comm that she was leading you in the correct direction.

His confirmation didn’t make you feel any better. You were neck-deep in some real espionage shit now, and your nerves were fraying.

“Who is your partner? Where did he go?” Lina asked quietly, her eyes darting around almost nervously. “I don’t see him.”

“Don’t worry about him right now.”

The truth was, if she was SHIELD or had ties to it, she already knew who Bucky was, and probably already had an opinion about him too. You didn’t need her to set him off.

Lina made a face, but continued the rest of the walk in silence until you both approached a small brick duplex.

It was unassuming, with grey siding, painted shutters, and a small vegetable garden for good measure. Flowers lined the front walk. It could have been any other house on the street, and to know that it was practically a fortress made you even more impressed. You would never get used to the resources some people had to stay out of sight and out of mind.

You watched carefully as she punched in a five-digit code to disarm the alarm system and enter the house, then followed her inside. When you felt a reassuring hand on the small of your back, you knew Bucky was behind you.

The gesture made you feel a hundred times better, though you weren’t about to tell him that.

“Here we are,” Lina said, glancing around. “Have a seat. I will get Oksana.”

“I’d prefer if you let my partner get her while you stay here with me,” you replied, sitting lightly on the sofa, your fingers braced over the gun Bucky had given you.

She had the audacity to roll her eyes, but when she turned and finally spotted the former Winter Solider hovering in the shadows, her eyes widened and she complied with your request.

You looked at Bucky and he turned away to retrieve Oksana. As you watched his retreating form, you noticed something new on a panel in the hallway behind him: a small but distinctive Stark logo.

This was Tony’s safe house, not Steve’s.

You would recognize his logo anywhere…but what the hell was Tony doing, involving himself in Bucky’s freedom? Granted, he probably hadn’t been here or made modifications in almost a decade, but it was still an impressive place. The fact that he was lending it today, well, that was a stunning act of goodwill.

You felt a wave of affection for your former boss hit you like a ton of bricks, but you shook it off, making a mental note to ask Steve about it later.

“So Lina, how do you know Captain Rogers?” you asked, glancing her direction.

She bit her lip. “I don’t, at least not personally.”

Now you believed her story even less.

“I was recommended by Sharon Carter,” she offered, crossing her legs as she sat back against the cushions. “I’ve previously worked with her and the CIA on the Vienna terrorist attack. They needed more European operatives, and I’m one of the best.”

Modest, too, apparently. “So you’re VSD?”

“Not exactly.” She picked a piece of lint from her pants. “I only take special interest projects, and I prefer to work…independently.”

There was just something about her story that wasn’t sitting right with you. You might not be a super spy, but you always had the gift of being able to read people or read a situation and all of your instincts were telling you that something was off.

Maybe it wasn’t her behavior. Maybe it was the convenience of it all.

You never knew a case to go this smoothly before, especially with two major crime bosses on your trail while you worked alongside one of the most famous former assassins in the world.

You sat in uncomfortable silence for a while until Bucky returned holding the arm of a woman fitting the description you’d been given. They stopped in front of you, and you gestured to the adjoining loveseat with a quick reassuring smile.

Bucky maintained a hold on her while they sat down, and you saw her eyes flit over to Lina’s briefly.

What the hell was that?

Did they know each other? Or was she still upset from being removed from her office?

“First of all, thank you for contacting us, Ms. Petrova,” you began, trying to sound collected even though your stomach was in knots.

“Please,” she said, sounding every bit as Russian as you expected. “Call me Oksana. Formality is a waste of time here.”

You nodded, then pulled out the recording device that Shuri had given you to capture the witness statement. It was another piece of cutting-edge tech from Wakanda, complete with encrypted streaming capabilities.

“Okay, Oksana.” You showed her the device. “I’m going to use this to record your statement. It’s simultaneously being saved to a secure location so that we have more than one copy.”

“Okay,” she said, looking a little more confident.

“I want you to be open and honest. Everything you say is of the utmost importance. It doesn’t have to be every single detail for now because you’re going to be cross-examined later, but I would prefer that you try to remember accurate names and dates. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” She gave a sharp nod.

You looked over at Lina, then to Bucky, before fixing your gaze on Oksana.

“Okay.” You pushed record and stated the date and time. “Please state your full name and occupation for the record.”

“Oksana Irena Petrova. I work for the Lithuanian National Philharmonic Society.”

“Where are you from?”

“Moscow,” she replied. “I was born near St. Petersburg, but my father moved us to Moscow when I was a little girl.”

The two of you went back and forth about personal details, even mentioning how she contacted Steve personally before you got to the meatier questions.

“Where did you work before the Philharmonic-“

“I worked for HYDRA,” Oksana interrupted, her face becoming pale. “I was just a secretary at the time, but I had more clearance than most…” Her eyes stared off behind you as she became lost in memories. “My supervisor was a man named Maksim Sharapov.”

“And what was his position?”

“Sharapov was in charge of the local HYDRA operations.”

You paused for a moment, thoughts racing. “Local to where?”

“Moscow.”

“And how did you come to work for him directly?”

Oksana cleared her throat. “Maksim and I were…we were lovers.”

Your eyes met Bucky’s briefly before you looked back to her.

“He gave me a higher position so that he could keep an eye on me, and I could watch out for him,” she explained, shifting uncomfortably. “It was dangerous work. He did not want to take any chances.”

“Did anyone know of your relationship?”

“Oh, yes. Many people were aware at our facility.”

“Can you detail your role as his secretary?”

She nodded. “I did normal book-keeping, mostly. I helped him keep track of the money. I recorded where it was going, who it came from, the normal things an…an accountant type would do. I also arranged his travel.”

“How long did you work as his secretary?”

She looked down at her hands. “Maybe a little over a year? Maksim kept promising me that he only had one more job…only one more thing to take care of before we could run to Brazil, or anywhere just to be together, to finally be free.”

“What was the one job he had left?”

Her next words were spoken as clearly as possible. “To restart the Winter Soldier program.”

Bucky looked away, his jaw tightening.

You pressed on, though your stomach was turning again. “Approximately when was this, Oksana?”

She lifted her gaze to you, looking thoughtful. “Which part?”

“When was Maksim told to restart the Winter Soldier program?” you asked, rephrasing your words carefully.

“Oh, let me think…It was April of 2005, I believe.”

“What happened in April of 2005 to provoke this?”

You saw Bucky’s mouth move, but you couldn’t read his lips before Oksana gave you the answer.

“Bruce Banner…the incident with him and Thaddeus Ross.” She sat up a little straighter. “I am not a scientist, but I am sure you’ve heard.”

“The gamma ray incident,” you mused. That was practically required reading for anyone dealing with Secretary Ross. You didn’t know Dr. Banner personally, but he was infamous for sure.

“Yes, that is the one.”

“What did that have to do with Maksim?”

“He was in charge of developing research with Ross’ daughter, but she…left the program.”

You leaned forward, keeping her in the center of the frame on your recording device. “And then what?”

“He failed,” Oksana said simply. “Maksim simply could not replicate the formula without Miss Ross’ research.”

“Why would he need to when over a decade earlier, the correct serum had been stolen for that very purpose?”

“They had used it already, and it hadn’t gone well.” Her eyes shifted again to Bucky’s face, but he looked away, so she glanced back to you. “They wanted to improve upon it with Miss Ross’ version, something about a control issue? I’m sorry, as I said, I am no scientist.”

“Is that it?” you asked, feeling deflated.

There was no way these allegations would provide enough evidence without Betty Ross testifying against her own father eventually. After the incident in Harlem, she hadn’t been heard from in years, so you weren’t even sure if you could find her in time to ask.

Bucky stared at you, his gaze blank. Man, was he good at that. It irritated you to no end.

You just wanted to know if he was okay after all that…

“I’m sorry.” Oksana made a face as she reached for her throat. “May I have some water?”

“I’ll get it,” Lina offered, moving to go to the makeshift kitchen. Bucky watched her intensely, but he didn’t move to follow her.

Oksana continued. “No, that isn’t the end of the story.” She glanced at Bucky then back to you. “Maksim saw what had been created, that…Hulk. He wanted no part of it. He tried to cut all ties and return the money. General Ross paid a visit to our facility shortly after, barging into the office with some of his men. They took Maksim from my arms…”

Tears pooled in her eyes, and your heart clenched at the mere thought of losing someone you loved that way.

“He ordered Maksim to be killed,” she wailed, tears spilling over her cheeks.

You gave a sharp glance to Bucky as his hand nearly went to her back in comfort. He stopped himself in time to stay off camera.

“They didn’t care that I was still standing there,” Oksana sniffled, her red-rimmed eyes staring directly at the recorder. “They did not care about some silly secretary. I watched him die. They shot him in the head, no goodbyes and...it was over, just like that.” She snapped her fingers.

You allowed her a moment to collect herself, offering a tissue from the box on the coffee table. There was just one more piece of intel you needed from her, though you really didn’t want to ask.

It was still a very sore subject.

“Oksana, during your time there with Maksim, did you ever hear anything about the original Winter Solider, James Barnes?”

“The Sergeant?” she asked, wiping at her eyes to stop herself from looking at Bucky. “Yes, I recognized him from our files.”

“Did Maksim ever mention him?”

“Yes, several times with the general. Ross made it clear that he desperately wanted more super soldiers like Sergeant Barnes. After his first attempt failed, he wanted to combine all the years of research. He made a deal with HYDRA to develop more soldiers for the American military.”

There it was.

“What kind of deal?” you asked, heart racing. “What kind of exchange are we talking here?”

This could be Bucky’s saving grace. You were so close to the truth, so close to having what you needed to finally vindicate him from any wrongdoing with that asshole Ross…

“I do not remember the exact number.” Oksana shook her head. “But the money…it was millions of dollars. Ross was willing to pay, he said.”

“Do you know how Ross got the money to pay off HYDRA?”

“No, I only did the books on our end.”

“Do these records still exist?”

She shrugged. “I doubt it.”

That wasn’t entirely unexpected, but her answer still disappointed you.

“Oksana, I’m going to show you a photograph of Secretary Ross. I want you to confirm or deny on the record as to whether this is the man you knew.” You showed the photo to the recording device first, then turned it to Oksana.

She nodded right away, shrinking down in her seat a little. “Yes, that is General Ross.”

“For the purpose of being on record, is this the man you saw making the deal with your supervisor, Maksim Sharapov, to extend HYDRA’s Winter Soldier program to the US?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding firmly. “That is Ross. He is unmistakable.”

You shut off the recorder, immediately tossing it to Bucky for safekeeping.

“It won’t be enough,” he told you, shoving it into his pocket. His blue eyes were dull, almost defeated looking. It couldn’t be easy for him to hear this garbage, especially knowing firsthand that HYDRA had already had its own secondary Winter Soldier program in place.

“It will get us an inquiry,” you reminded him, standing up as you looked back to your witness. “It’s a start. Thank you, Oksana. You were very brave.”

“We’ll still need her to testify,” Bucky said, shaking his head. “And now she’s in danger.”

“If what she said is true, we’re all in danger, Buck.”

He stared at you, though this time you could see the worry in his blue eyes. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

You were about to reply when you remembered that Lina might have more leads. You glanced around the room. “Wait, where did Lina go? She never brought your water.”

Bucky stood up with a frown, eyes darting around the room. He motioned for you to stay put while he went to the other room to look.

“What do we do now?” Oksana asked quietly, looking nervously over her shoulder.

“You? All you need to do is listen to us. We’ll do our best to keep you safe,” you told her, turning away slightly when you heard a noise coming from the other side of the room.

“Y/N!” Bucky roared from the hallway. “Get out of there!”

You didn’t have time to react before a gunshot rang out.

Part 4

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roguepaladin · 7 years ago

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Chit-Chat

Shallura Holidays Day 20 : Snuggles

‘Are you sure?’

‘..really?’

‘That doesn’t sound safe’

The sounds of this one-sided conversation alerted Shiro as he passed the lounge on his way to Kitchen. He looked into the room, and heard a voice whispering in the dark. At first it took time for his eyes to adjust and then he spied a head of white moving slightly near the edges of the sofa.

‘Allura?...who are talking to?’

There was an audible squeak as Allura jumped up from the floor, her mice sitting in her hands. Shiro wasn’t sure if that sound came from her or the mice.

‘I was just...’ and with a slight flush to her cheeks ‘ ..talking to the mice’

Shiro smiled at her embarrassed expression.

‘An interesting discussion, I bet’. Allura picked up on the sarcasm in his voice and her embarrassment became defensive.

‘The mice have a lot of interesting things to say!’

‘Oh really’ Shiro then taking up a seat onto the sofa, stared intently at the mice in her hands.

‘Let’s hear it’

Allura huffed, curling the mice into her chest.

‘Obviously they can’t talk to you Shiro, stop teasing them’

Shiro laughed and then patted the seat next to him. ‘Translate for me?’

Allura took the seat, but didn’t say anything, feeling a bit petty she wanted to kept Shiro in suspense. Shiro continued to smile at her, waiting patiently. Allura glanced at him now and then, but this only made Shiro’s cocky smile grow larger. At last she sighed in defeat and turned to face him. The mice rolled out of her hands and sat in between them.

‘Well, if you must know, we were talking about something that happened in the castle today, in the Green Lion hanger’ Shiro’s expressed changed to ‘interested’ immediately, his concern for the paladins evident.

‘What happened?’

‘Pidge and Hunk we’re working on a modification for the Green Lion, one thing lead to another and there was a small explosion- They’re fine! but poor Platt, he got singed’ Shiro looked at the fat yellow mouse, and noticed the scorch mark on his butt.

‘He wasn’t fast enough in getting away’

The yellow mice gave an angry squeak. Shiro couldn’t help but laugh, even though Allura was unwilling to translate it due to the flush on her cheek, he felt he knew exactly what the angry mouse said.

Allura continued to tell him of other things the mice were telling her, and as the night wore on, they suddenly found themselves sitting much closer. The mice had moved to farther end of the sofa all tuckered out but Shiro and Allura kept talking.

‘You know what Shiro...’ Allura began after they spent a varga or so in conversation.

‘Hm?

‘You’re a better conversation partner than the mice’ Allura glanced over her shoulder to their sleeping forms. ‘But don’t tell them that’

‘You’re secret is safe with me, Princess’

They continued to look at the mice when Shiro suddenly spoke up

‘Looks comfy...all snuggled up like.’

‘Yeah’

The two of them then became conscious of how close they were sitting. Shiro wondered how he should of shift away without being too obvious. Allura however suddenly placed her head onto his shoulder.

‘You talk better than the mice, do you cuddle better too?’

Shiro flushed at the boldness of the princess, but she seemed completely unaware of his racing heart perhaps because Allura was too busy being aware of her own racing heart. Shiro nervously placed his hand on her arm and pulled her into his side.

‘Let’s find out?’

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5 strategies to reduce addiction-like behaviours over the holidays

This vacation season, be sort to your self and others as you take care of extreme behaviours, like binge-watching or gaming. (Unsplash)

With the pressures of the vacation season, rising COVID-19 charges and the ensuing social isolation from family and friends, folks can simply fall into addictive or extreme behaviours. These are behaviours which can be generally finished to extra, taking up an addiction-like high quality.

In your life, this may appear to be consuming too many cookies or an excessive amount of ice cream, lots of on-line procuring (Amazon packages maintain displaying up!), an excessive amount of display time (binge-watching Netflix) or enjoying Minecraft or League of Legends all night time lengthy.

In case you are questioning tips on how to maintain these habits in test, listed below are 5 methods to assist scale back extreme behaviours.

1. Examine the behaviour

Examine the behaviours you deem to be extreme. The extra particulars you have got in regards to the behaviour, the extra alternatives you must interrupt it.

Examples of helpful inquiries to ask embrace: When are you probably to eat or drink greater than you deliberate? Is it maybe after a protracted day of labor? The place does it occur — in the lounge on the sofa? Who else is concerned? What do you sometimes eat or drink? How does it make you are feeling?

Do you have got younger members of the family who spend an excessive amount of time gaming? Ask them what they like about it. (Unsplash)

When you’ve got somebody in your life who loves gaming (enjoying video video games) and could also be spending an excessive amount of time doing it, develop into interested in what it means to them. Ask what they love about gaming. They might take pleasure in it as a result of it’s skills-based, or they obtain success in gaming, or as a result of it’s team-oriented and social.

Ask how gaming makes them really feel. For instance, does it make them really feel proud, energetic or disengaged from faculty? When are they most certainly to do these behaviours for longer than deliberate (for instance, at night time)? The place do they do these behaviours (for instance, within the bed room)?

2. Recruit others for his or her good concepts!

Relations typically have nice concepts and insights in relation to points with extreme behaviours. For instance, in relation to gaming, younger folks typically give you nice concepts round making a schedule and enjoying video video games at sure occasions, or incomes display time.

We all know from the analysis that most individuals get well from habit and extreme behaviours with the assistance of a social community and from folks near them.

3. Experiment with place, time and objects

We all know from analysis that context and place of casinos and drug use areas invitations extreme use. Context is vital for different habits, too.

If out-of-control snacking occurs on the sofa throughout Netflix within the night, prohibit consuming to solely the kitchen. If somebody is gaming till all hours of the night time within the bed room, restrict gaming to the lounge earlier than 10 p.m. By altering the place and timing of behaviours, the apply itself in the end modifications — even just a bit bit.

Time and place issues. If you happen to binge-watch exhibits at night time, switching up your behaviour, reminiscent of timing the TV to show off at 10 p.m., could assist. (Adrian Swancar/Unsplash)

Advertising and consumerism have been implicated within the sustaining of habit practices in junk meals, playing and video video games. The builders of those merchandise need folks to proceed to make use of them, and design them to maintain folks hooked. Video video games are designed to require many hours to go to the subsequent problem. Apps have bells and whistles (likes, messages and feedback) that reward and entice customers for extra engagement.

On the planet of playing, this seems to be like video games designed for near-miss options, pace of play and phantasm of management. These options improve gaming productiveness to speed up play, prolong length and improve amount of cash spent.

Actually, former technologists from Silicon Valley who created the “addictive” applied sciences utilized in social media at the moment are warning of potential tech habit and corresponding unfavourable results.

Examine the objects which can be vital to the behaviour you wish to scale back. Some people discover eradicating apps on their telephones is useful, taking gaming holidays, designing a cellphone lodge within the kitchen (a spot the place the cellphones keep), limiting online game and social media use to frequent areas or turning off web by 10 p.m. every night time

4. Take note of what you assume and say

Do you inform your self you want a glass of wine to calm down? Experiment with new strategies. (Ana Itonishvili/Unsplash)

How we discuss extreme behaviours and what we are saying about them to ourselves and others issues. If we discuss ourselves or different folks (reminiscent of our companions or children) as “addicted” to one thing, like video video games, it’s simple for them to dwell as much as that popularity — nearly defining who they’re. Dependancy and the phrases we use are tied to our identities and the methods we see ourselves and others.

Telling your teen they’re hooked on gaming and making them cease chilly turkey received’t probably be useful, and will elicit undesirable responses. To keep away from anger, protest and sneaky behaviour, invite your teenagers into the decision-making.

Take into account the belongings you say to your self while you interact in extreme behaviours. Do you catch your self considering, “I want this drink to calm down” or doing X “offers me with me time?” Any “ought to” or “shouldn’t” kind language is likely to be setting your self up for failure.

As an alternative, keep away from “shoulds,” extremes or black-and-white considering. Stay within the gray space, have kindness and compassion for your self and others. Experiment with new methods of speaking to your self (and others) throughout your day by day life.

5. Experiment with different actions

Are there different actions that enable you to calm down, past mulled wine and cookies?

What occurs in the event you make a tea and go for a night stroll as an alternative of snacking and turning on Netflix? Different concepts to attempt might be a sport of playing cards, video games night time, puzzles, dance events within the kitchen, scavenger hunts within the neighbourhood (counting reindeer or inflatable figures), household karaoke night time or themed evenings.

Attempt one thing totally different: a stroll or a motorbike trip? (Thomas De Luze/Unsplash)

Maybe you wish to think about visiting Mexico for the night time, full with nachos, mocktails, dancing to mariachi music on YouTube, and carrying shorts and a T-shirt. You may take into account somebody’s favorite online game or character and create a celebration round that theme.

Ask all family members to contribute concepts for actions, and take turns attempting out them out. By including new actions, you find yourself crowding out the behaviours you wish to scale back. The extra we do a behaviour, the extra the mind begins to wire to that exercise — inviting continuation and repetition. By including extra most well-liked actions and behaviours and repeating these, we assist our mind re-wire in direction of the popular methods of considering, being and responding.

Tanya Mudry acquired funding from Canadian Institutes for Well being Analysis.

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