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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years ago

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Fangs//i bet you're real sweet with her

Request: You my friend are the queeen 👑 of songfics. Any chance you would want to write a fic for the song Bitter by Fletcher? With any of my boys Malachai/Reggie/Fangs/Pea you can choose 😘

hey! brit! @wayward-river this is for you, my love! enjoy! also, this is the last request i have! i did it!! well done me!! requests will be open soon, so keep your eyes peeled!

The world may have moved on and evolved, but when you’re stuck in Riverdale, it feels like you’re still in the same unknown decade, no matter how long you stay for.

Four years after graduation, you’re still waiting tables at Pop’s, despite the rest of your friends moving on. The only people left behind is you, Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs. But what was once known the four musketeers, now has a huge divide between them.

You still talk to Toni, but she talks more with Fangs. You and Fangs don’t talk to each other anymore due to a very messy ending of an almost six year relationship. Sweet Pea and Fangs only really talk to each other when they have to. Sweet Pea’s pissed because of what Fangs did to you, despite you telling him that you don’t want to be the reason they fall out, but he still sticks by your side. And Fangs is pissed at him for taking your side.

Toni and Sweet Pea are still close but not as much as they used to be. The only plus side is the fact that you and Sweet Pea are closer than before, but that comes at a cost, because he’s stuck in between the messiest breakup in Riverdale history, and there’s nothing he can really do except sit and listen to you complain.

Not that he minds though, as long as you keep giving him secret staff discount on his food, he’s fine listening to you mope about Fangs.

“I just-” You sigh, your head dropping to rest on the table. The clock ticks above you and you can feel some of the other waitresses glaring at you, as they will time to move quicker so they can have their own breaks. “Do you know when you’re on the outside of an inside joke? And everyone else knows it but you have no idea what they’re talking about and it makes you feel really lonely.”

“Lime.” He chuckles and you stare at him confused. “Sorry, you weren’t there.”

“That doesn’t help Sweet Pea.” You slump in the stool and stare out of the coffee machine.

In the reflection you see a group of teenagers sat at the far end of the diner and you’re taken back to when that used to be you. You and the rest of the serpents would sit for hours, just talking and eating. Now those days are far gone, the only time you would ever be in the same place as Fangs would be to fight him.

“Hey. Sorry to interrupt.” An older woman invades your thoughts and casts a shadow over you. You pull your gaze away from the shiny metal and stare up at her. “I really wanted Coke but you guys only seem to have Pepsi.”

“I’m on my break sorry.” You force a smile. The rehearsed customer service voice coming out naturally. “But I’m sure one of my colleagues would be more than happy to help.” You add and point to the various members of staff trying to look busy. You glare at the newest member, Emma, who has the coldest eyes and fakest smile you have ever seen. She’s been a pain in your ass since she got here, and she hasn’t stopped since. You’re just hoping the new girl starting today is going to be a lot nicer.

“Ughhh.” You groan and lean your head on the counter again. “I just remembered I’m training a new girl today.”

“I thought you’d just done that.”

“I have.” You grumble and look up at him. “But because I’m the most experienced member of staff, apparently it’s also my job to make sure they don’t put tea in the coffee machine and to keep the condiments separate.” You add and fiddle with the salt packet lying in front of you.

“Well, I’m gonna be here for a little bit longer. I don’t start till three, so I can keep you company.”

“Thanks.” You smile. “Where are you going today?”

“Just to Greendale and back.”

“Come round when you finish...we can drink what will be left of the night away.”

“Deal.” He smiles and grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sweet Pea’s phone lights up beside you and you peer over his arm to see who it is.

“Don’t bother.” You say when he reaches for it. “It’s just your mom.” You add when he looks at you confused and his face soon falls.

“Oh.” He grumbles. “I told her to leave me alone.”

“I’m sure she’ll get the message soon.” You try your best to sound convincing. But you’ve been repeating that sentence for seven years and she still doesn’t seem to get it. No matter how many times Sweet Pea tells her that he’s better off without her.

For a while you thought it had worked. Nobody had heard from her in almost 6 months, but then she popped back up and ruined the progress that Sweet Pea had been making of having a stable life.

“And if not. I’ll make sure she does.” You add making him snort a laugh. A soft smile twitches at your own lips as you watch him laugh and then shove a few fries in his mouth. Your hand reaches out to steal some but he catches it and shoves you away making you pout. “Hey! Technically I paid for those. The least you can do is share.”

“What?” He asks through a mouthful of food and you pull a face. “I can’t hear you over the chewing.” He adds and shoves the rest of them in his mouth.

“You’re disgusting.” You shake you head making him laugh loudly. For a good minute, everything feels normal. It feels like you’re just sat with your friend and praying for time to slow down so you don’t have to go back to work.

But eventually time does catch up with you, and as soon as the clock strikes quarter past you have to haul yourself back up, grab your rag and get on. The song on the jukebox flips and you’re suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia.

The opening notes float through the air, and all of sudden you can see you and Fangs dancing right in front of you.

3am in December during a snowstorm. The worst Riverdale had seen for years and the two of you were hiding in the warmth of Pop’s until it went away. You were the only ones in and so Fangs decided to make the most out of the empty diner, and the two of you danced stupidity around the entire place, much to the amusement of the very bored and very tired workers.

Tears spring to your eyes and you let out a shaky breath before fiddling with your fingers.

“Y/n?” Sweet Pea asks. “You okay?” You nod and Sweet Pea stares back at you. Your shiny eyes and wobbly lip really doesn’t help your case of ‘i’m over it!’, but for now he decides to leave it. In the three months since you broke up, you’ve already cried more times than he can count, and that’s just at work. He doesn’t want to see you cry again. If he had his way, you’d never cry again. Not ever.

“I’m fine. I know you think I’m stupid but it’s just how I feel.” You shrug and his expression softens. He grabs your hand, stopping you from walking away and you look at your intwined fingers.

“I have never once thought you were stupid.” He says seriously and you swallow thickly. “Well, apart from the time I dared you to steal FP’s bike and you actually did it.” He adds, the atmosphere being too serious for the two of you.

“I never got caught though.” You point your pen at him, a smile curling the corners of your lips and Sweet Pea smiles back at you.

“It was still stupid.” He replies and you roll your eyes.

“Hey, Pea?” You ask. “Do you know if Fangs is with anybody. I just, I can’t shake the feeling that somebody else is in my shoes right now. You know, doing all of the stuff we used to do.”

“I don’t think so.” He shrugs and you nod slowly.

“Good.” You nod and hold your head higher. “I’m the best he’s ever going to have anyway.” You add making him chuckle.

“Very true.” He laughs. “Y/n? Do you think you might be-I dunno, maybe just a bit bi-”

“I’m not bitter.” You defend and he sends you a look.

“Sure you’re not.” He sips his coffee. “You are dressed in yellow though. And what fruit is yellow?”

“A le-”

“A lemon!” He interrupts, a stupid grin taking over his expression as waits for you to answer.

“Okay.” You nod and grab your notepad from the table. “I’m walking away now. There you go Emma, you can sneak out the back to text a man that is definitely not your husband.

“Oh, hi.” Someone taps your shoulder as you’re walking away making you quickly spin around. The girls almost walks into you and a string of apologies fall from her mouth as she quickly looks around to make sure no one saw.

Her brown hair stops at her waist and curls a little bit near the end. Her bright blue eyes sparkle under the florescent lighting, and her pink lips curl into a nervous smile as she looks around. You glance at Sweet Pea and roll your eyes when you see him not so subtly checking her out.

“Can I help?” You ask and she quickly looks back at you, a bright red blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Yes. Hi, sorry. I’m Olivia. I start today.” She says and sticks her hand out in front of you. You shake it and send a glare to Sweet Pea who is still checking her out and he rolls his eyes at you before scrolling through his phone.

“Lovely to meet you Olivia.” You smile. “Follow me and I’ll show you the ropes.”

“I would so not mind seeing either of you with ropes.” Sweet Pea mumbles and you grit your teeth.

“Would you excuse me for just a second?” She nods, eyes wide as she watches you slap Sweet Pea over the head with the rag. He jumps and yelps from the sudden attack before rubbing his head and scowling at you. “Okay, where were we?” You ask, a smile returning to her lips as she just stares at you in disbelief. “It’s fine. We’re friends.” You shrug and walk her to the counter.

“It doesn’t make it okay!” Sweet Pea shouts.

“Do you want your bill yet...your full one?” You add and he slumps back in his seat, his arms crossed in defeat.

“Okay, so do you have any waitressing experience?”

“Yes!” She smiles. “I used to work in a diner like this one back in New York.” She says and your eyes widen at the mention of New York.

“Oh, so you’re an out of towner?” You ask while showing her around. “This is the kitchen. Basically you get an order, you clip it on there and then the food will come through here. The only time we ever really need to go into the kitchen is if there is a mistake or it’s your turn to put the bins out. There’s a rota in the office but I’ll show you that later.”

“Got it.” She nods. “Yeah. I moved here a few months ago. I’ve been trying to find a job since I moved but there’s only so much you can do in a small town.” She explains and you nod knowingly.

“Why would you ever leave New York for Riverdale. Did you get lost or something?” You tease and she rolls her eyes playfully.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I came here just as a little break to get away from the city, and then I met a guy and I haven’t been back.” She says and your eyes widen.

“You stayed for a boy?” You ask in disbelief and she nods, with an embarrassed smile. “Wow.” You add. “This is the main eating area as you can see. We all have our sections, again, the rota, but you’ll be paired with me for today so you won’t need to know where you are until your next shift. And be warned, if you see him-” You point at Sweet Pea and he waves in return. “Ignore everything he says.” You finish and his face falls.

“I’m gonna stop keeping you company if you’re not careful.” He huffs and you roll your eyes.

“How else are you going to spend your free time if not here?” He shrugs and spins around the chair. When you had more friends, you used to need a booth to fit all of you in and even then you had to steal chairs from other tables. Now Sweet Pea just sits on the stools by the till so he can chat to you.

Sometimes when it’s late and you’re nearing the end of a long shift, you’re sure you can see the ghosts of past versions of yourselves sat in the corner booth. Their laugher filling the air and reminding you of a happier time.

“You guys are a cute couple.” Olivia coos and you and Sweet Pea stare at each other in disgust.

“We are not a couple.” You say quickly and distance yourself away from him.

“You would be lucky to be called my girlfriend.” He says and making you laugh.

“Yeah, I’m really missing out.” You reply. “We’re not a couple.” You repeat, looking at Olivia this time and she nods while trying to suppress a smile.

“Got it. Not a couple.”

“Anyway, tell us about this man that seemingly turned your world upside down.”

“He’s amazing!” She starts and you suddenly start to regret asking. This is definitely not going to help the ever growing feeling that you’re going to be alone forever. “He recently got a new job as a truck driver. At the minute he’s just doing to make some money, but it’s not what he wants to do. And he got a new little flat with his friend and it’s great. He’s an amazing cook...like the best. And he’s so handsome. Sometimes I look at him and I seriously wonder if he was crafted by God himself. He is that good, he has made me believe in God.”

“...wow.” You choke a little.

“Yeah...wow.” Sweet Pea adds and the two of you share an impressed look. She chuckles shyly and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

“He sounds sweet.” You smile and a blush creeps up her neck as she fiddles with her apron. “Who is he? Maybe I know him.”

“Fangs. Fangs Fogarty.” She replies and your jaw drops. The cup in your hand wobbles and you scramble to catch it before it smashes on the floor. Olivia quickly moves forward to help you, but you stand up before she has the chance and she’s left awkwardly standing just a bit too close to you.

Sweet Pea coughs and coffee dribbles down his chin, making both of you look at him and he forces a smile until Olivia is called away. You and Sweet Pea stare at each other for a few seconds, your eyes wide and jaws slack and then you both start an incoherent flow of words as you try and figure out what the hell is going on.

“I thought you said Fangs wasn’t seeing anyone!” You start and slap him over the head with your rag again. He ducks and catches it, but his face crinkles when he comes in to contact with the soggy fabric and he quickly drops it.

“He said he wasn’t!” He argues. “I asked him the other day if he was seeing anyone and he said no. It’s not my fault he lied.” He adds and you huff at him, crossing your arms while staring at the door.

From your peripheral, you watch him roll his eyes and sigh before mumbling a quiet sorry.

“It’s fine.” You sigh. “It’s not your fault.” The two of you watch her make her wander around the restaurant and talking to a few of the other servers, the smile never leaving her lips and a scowl slowly makes its way onto your own. “If I were her I would start packing my bags already because we all know Fangs does not do commitment. It doesn’t matter if its two months or six years, one day he will just up and leave, turning your whole life upside down because he’s a selfish di-”

“Okayyyy.” He says and grabs your arm pulling you over the counter. “Y/n, listen to me.” He grabs your cheeks. “You have got to pull yourself together. One. you are much hotter than her. Seriously, I only checked her out once and that was when she first got here. But I check you out literally every time you walk into a room.”

“Than-”

“Two. Now that it’s official that Fangs has moved on, it means that you can too and you don’t look like the bad person because he did it first. So Friday night, you’re going to get dressed up and then we’re gonna go to Greendale and go to that club, Brightstars and then you’re gonna get bu-”

“You don’t need to finish that sentence.” You reply and he nods proudly before letting go. You drop back onto the floor and smooth your uniform out.

It’s fine, you got this. You can be the bigger person and you can put any petty differences aside for an easy working environment. Fangs has already ruined enough of your life, he doesn’t need to ruin this to.

Apparently he does though, because not two seconds after you’ve had that life-altering thought, does he walk through the doors of Pop’s. The bell rings to announce his presence and everyone turns to look at him.

Sweet Pea buries his head in a menu, despite having already eaten. You frantically look around the place to try and find somewhere to hide, but instead you just watch as Olivia’s face lights up as she greets her boyfriend. The two of them kiss, his hands grip her waist and there is far too much tongue involved to be doing it in public.

Before you can stop yourself, a disgusted expression has already settled on your face and when Olivia turns around to introduce you to him, you try your best to smile through it.

“Do you guys know each other?” She asks while leading him over to the counter. Sweet Pea shuffles further away and grabs another menu to cover his face. You mumble a few curse words at him and vow than the next break you’re not just going to hit him with the rag, you’re going to choke him with it before you muster the politest smile you possibly can.

“Yeah. We went to school together!” You say before Fangs can say anything. He looks at you surprised and you narrow your eyes at him before looking back at Olivia. “We all did. Didn’t we Pea.” You add and snatch the menu’s from him.

He sits up straighter, forcing an awkward smile before nodding slowly.

“Yeah, we-er. We used to hang out.” He adds and Olivia looks at Fangs surprised.

“You never mentioned a Y/n and a-”

“Sweet Pea.” He says and you grab the empty plate and glass from in front of him.

“Wait, is it because they’re friends with that crazy ex you told me about?” She wonders and you freeze. You raise an eyebrow at him and he gulps. “Fangs used to date this girl and they were together for a really long time, but then he broke up with her because well, I guess he just wanted other things. She was crying and begging him to stay and it was a whole mess. Funny story we met when he was throwing away all her old furniture. I asked him what the smoke was about and he told me he was just burning some bad memories.” She laughs and the glass breaks under your grip. The noise causes you all to jump and suddenly it’s all too much.

Tears spring to your eyes and you quickly dump the apron on the counter.

“I’m gonna go clean this, can you cover for me Pea?” You ask and he stands, his face full of concern as he watches you disappear out the back.

Olivia grabs a dustpan and brush and starts cleaning up while Fangs just stares at the floor. Guilt burrows further into his chest as he stares at the broken glass and his new girlfriend cleaning it up.

“I didn’t mean to upset her.” She says. “Where they friends or something?” She asks and Sweet Pea shrugs.

“Yeah, something like that.” He sends Fangs a glare.

“I’ll go see if she’s okay.” He says suddenly and Sweet Pea’s glare only worsens.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” He asks.

“Nope.” He takes a deep breath before following you through the kitchen and into the office. The door swings open and you sigh, too busy trying to pick glass from your hand to look up at it.

“I’m fine Sweet Pea. Could you just pass me the first aid box?”

“Here.” Fangs says and you quickly look up, your eyes widen at the dark haired boy standing in front of you. They soon darken once you snatch the box from him and place it on the desk.

“What do you want Fangs?”

“I’m sorry.” He kneels in front of you, forcing you to look at him. The already small office feels suddenly a lot smaller once you look into his eyes and suddenly you feel like you can’t breathe.

“For what? For breaking my heart, betraying my trust or for telling your new girlfriend, which you found after just a month, that I’m somehow the bad guy in this story?”

“Ye-”

“You know what Fangs.” You stand and slam the box on the table. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear about you or your new life or how sorry you are. I don’t give a fuck.” You shout and back him into a corner.

His eyes drop to your lips and your breath hitches under his stare. Was he really thinking about kissing you after everything? But even worse, were you really thinking about letting him? His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer to him and your lips ghost over his own.

“Do you think about me when you kiss her?” You whisper in his ear and he nods slowly. “Do you think she can taste me when you kiss her?” You add and his eyes flutter closed. The grip on your hips tighten and he leans in, but the door swings open and he quickly jumps away from you.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Olivia apologises awkwardly. “Are you guys okay?”

“Just arguing.” You reply and force a smile. “We’re good now though aren’t we Fangs?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Just fine.”

“Come on Olivia. Tell your boyfriend to get out because we have work to do.” You say and smile at the two of them. They share a look and a short kiss before Fangs disappears back through the kitchen.

You follow closely and watch from the kitchen door as he looks back one last time before leaving. Olivia forces a tight lipped smile at you before busying herself with cleaning some of the booths down.

“Sweet Pea?” You ask and he hums in reply. “You’re right...I am bitter.”

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maryniss · 4 years ago

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burn the letters so that you never find the burn in my heart

��Today I came back. And I hope that you are still somewhere there, I am still here waiting. I am going to search for you, so just stay there and also wait for me. I am still your most devoted believer.’

Hua Cheng looked over at his horrible calligraphy, feeling rage burn deep inside him. He didn’t want to blame himself, he knew that he was still a little weak, proof in how his hands were shaking uncontrollably, proof in how his head was spinning with the past events, with the past feelings that the death of his soul couldn’t wash away. He wanted to burn it all, his love and his hatred because he felt so confused, and he felt so unworthy, unworthy of even worshipping the god of his life.

He could die a million times more and he still wouldn’t know if His Highness would feel the love Hua Cheng himself had felt when Xie Lian caught him during the parade. He wants to show Xie Lian just how much that meant for him, how his heart and will to live were light up, fireworks to mirror the ones Hua Cheng associated with the Crown Prince.

It was the first time somebody looked at Hua Cheng like that. It was the first time when a glance didn’t stab his bloody soul that had been cut and torn to pieces so many times again and again and again; it was the first time Hua Cheng thought that he maybe wasn’t that bad, that he maybe was worth something, that he could now maybe find a meaning to his life.

He knows he didn’t ask for that much, yet why does it feel like two deaths weren’t enough to show Xie Lian his utmost devotion?

He could not put it into words, he could not show it with his actions. Then what was left for him do to?

‘I don’t know what to do, but I’ll continue to follow you even with my eyes closed.’

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‘It was only the moment when I died, that was the moment when I saw you looking at me from the other side of the field. It was dark and maybe I didn’t see it right, maybe the glint in your eye wasn’t worry, but I like to think that at that moment you looked at me and you felt the love that exploded once my body which contained it disappeared. Even a ray of it would have been enough, a fraction for you to know that you are not alone, that there is somebody still believing in you.’

Hua Cheng was somehow relieved that his handwriting was so ugly and that no one could actually understand it. He rested his head on the paper and he thought that he could hear a breath somewhere far away, whispering soft words he could not understand in his ear. How warm he felt at that moment!

But then why was he crying and dirtying the pages he tried so hard to write? Why couldn’t he control his face? From under his eyepatch, trails of blood fell down on the words and mixed in with the ink.

He felt so alone. He wanted to feel again loved and worthy of something.

‘I, will never leave your side, for which I know how it is to be left in the dark with only the dogs of your thoughts to bite and scratch at you over and over.’

It was cold. It was empty.

Hua Cheng could wait for the sun to shine, though. He knew that, at some point, golden streaks of light will set his heart’s fire up once again.

‘I don’t know what to do, but I’ll continue to follow you even with my eyes closed.’

‘Today I cried. For no reason at all. It’s getting tiring. There are too many things to do, all at once, there is so much pressure that I can’t handle. I have to be perfect in their eyes or else they won’t accept me as their leader. I have to scare them off, I have to be the strongest.

But it is so, so hard to scare somebody when you can’t even look at your own reflection without wanting to punch it so hard, to shatter the mirror and never see that face again. I am getting scared of myself, what should I do?

I am still following you. I haven’t found you, but one day I will and I will make sure that you will never have such bad thoughts about yourself as I do.’

Hua Cheng folded the letter and stacked it next to the other letters that have been growing over the years. He had been writing to His Highness for over 200 years, but he never found him, he never caught a glimpse of that brightness again.

He wondered if that’s how Xie Lian felt. He wondered if that was the pressure Xie Lian felt daily, the weight of a smile that hanged hard above his shoulders, pulling the corners of his mouth down. How did he deal with all of this, alone, on his own…?

Hua Cheng tried to be there for him. He did everything he could, he tried so hard, but he in the end failed. If His Highness is still out there in the world, does he know that he is still not alone? Does he know that? And if he would, would it help revive some of the pain that built inside of his rose shaped soul?

Hua Cheng wants to be there with Xie Lian, every day, at any time, whenever he is needed. He wants to at least have the chance to worship his god properly. Is that really too much to ask?

He guesses maybe it is. Maybe he doesn’t deserve that. Maybe he had already used up all of his chances.

He rests on the bed in Paradise Manor, falling asleep with the thought of bringing Xie Lian there one day.

‘Today was such a great day! I saw a white flower and I thought of you again. Its petals were so delicate when I looked at them, holding up big tears of rain; I picked it up and I brought it back home. I put it below the altar and I still hope that one day I can find you again, maybe just by chance, as I did with this flower.’

That was the only letter Hua Cheng still had after somebody sneaked in and stole his chest with treasures. It was during one of his moments of weakness, when his head was throbbing with unbearable pain and his eye could no longer concentrate enough to connect with the butterflies.

He didn’t care about all of the gold and jewelry that was there; but the letters, the letter were so important to him, it was his whole soul on thin papers, written in an ugly and unreadable handwriting, a reflection of his feelings and mind.

Those were only for Xie Lian to see. And he wanted nothing more than for them to find him.

Hua Cheng continued to write after that incident happened, he wrote everything that felt important to him. It was weird to think that he found comfort in exposing his soul to a person that was not there, to a person that might not be there anymore even.

He could hope still. He dedicated his life to Xie Lian, was there anything left other than hope?

When the vendor offered Xie Lian those pieces of paper, he was reluctant to take them. He had no need for such objects, so why would he?

“Here, take them, please, I don’t know what to do with them. These are some letters, and some of them seem to be so old, yet the handwriting is the same. Please, take them, I don’t want the one who wrote these letters to come after me!”

Xie Lian wondered why the man stole them still? But such questions never left his mouth and after a lot of pleading, even begging by Xie Lian’s feet, the past god ended up with a pile of letters almost as tall as him. There were a lot and he, not knowing what do, stood down under the shadow of a tree and opened the first one.

It felt like his eyes had been gouged out with a fork. How could anybody have such a handwriting, such a messy handwriting? His head started to hurt as he looked at the letters on the paper. He looked at the words splayed unruly across the page, starting to distinguish some of the characters. The first letter he opened was nothing like he ever read or hear before. It almost seemed like the person who wrote it was talking to their lover after not being with them for a long time.

He started to get accustomed with the writing and soon he could easily read what was written there.

‘I didn’t know it would be this hard. To live. I was foolish back then, but looking at it now, I still don’t regret listening to you. It would just be so, so much easier if you were here. I can handle it still.

But there is no day that I don’t think about you. The warmth I felt when I met you for the first time; it burned me, it was the first time I felt like that. I told you this before in previous letters, but I need to show you, even by repeating my words a hundred times, how much I owe you.

I often find myself asking what you would do if you were in my place. I still hope one day we will find the solution together.

And I am sure we will, as I still follow you, even with my sight not as good as before.’

Xie Lian laughed at the last bit for a second, before wondering what happened to the person’s eyes. It was endearing, there was something about the letters that made Xie Lian want to open more of them up and read them, to find out the secrets hidden between the walls of that thorny writing.

But, as he swam through the emotions exposed there, he felt like he should give some of his story too, to reciprocate the accidental sincerity he was being faced with. He took a coal from his sleeve and started gently writing on the back of those pages.

‘I am glad that you think your love is still worth fighting for. In this world, you must always have something that makes you go forward. It’s just so much easier. I-I remember how I once told someone to keep living for me.

Now that I think about it, it really was foolish of me and too much to ask. I was young back then, I didn’t know how easily trust could be betrayed and how easily people left. I am still thinking about it till this day. I am thinking about that person that listened to my words so carefully and I wonder what he’s doing right now. Truth to be told, I would want to meet them again, to apologize to them. I don’t know if they are still around though.

I want to tell you something, as I’ve seen you struggling. I know it’s hard without somebody by your side; but you can fight for them if that’s what you want to do. Continue on fighting even if you start to bleed, if that’s what is the right thing to do or so you appreciate.

Maybe I am not the best to talk about this. I was stubborn when I was young and I always tried to fulfill my goal, to never give up. And I ended all alone, but I managed.’

Xie Lian stopped for a second and looked up. Clouds were gathering above his head, but something told him it wasn’t going to rain. He let out a soft chuckle and then a sigh.

‘I honestly don’t remember so much of my teenage years. I wanted to save the people all of them, that’s how I was thinking back then. I know it’s not possible, but I am still trying to this day. I can never let it go; it’s just my guilt creeping up on me for letting all of those people die back then.

I remember that there was once a ghost that helped me when I was at my lowest. I couldn’t save them in the end, I couldn’t and that has haunted me for more than I can remember. I wake up in cold sweat remembering how I couldn’t, at the end of it all, save them. There were other people before that that I couldn’t reach out to. But my memory has caved itself and everything from that period is a little blurry. I still remember some things…to well even, things I wish I could forget.’

A drop of water landed on the paper and Xie Lian didn’t know if it was his tears or the rain that started contrary to what he believed. He folded the letters and run quickly back to his improved home in the village, to hide from the rain.

It wasn’t so bad, talking to somebody who would listen. Shame they were not there.

It was a rainy day at Puqi Shrine when Xie Lian found that letter again. It fell from the sleeves of his robes and he picked it up curiously. Where did that come from?

“What did you find there, gege?” Hua Cheng peeked over Xie Lian’s shoulder, nestling his chin in the crook of his neck. It was still something new for them both, and at the same time, something that they were long used to, each other’s presence.

“I am not sure, San Lang, let me take a look.” He unfolded the paper, holding it gently, feeling that it may disappear under his hands if he handled it without care. Xie Lian was met with Hua Cheng’s messy writing and he was confused for a second.

“San Lang, did you write this now…” He could not finish his thoughts as he read the first words; they seemed so familiar, a mirror made out of water which his arm could only pass through. Why did he suddenly feel surrounded by a warmth enveloping him like honey, smothering over him, cradling him close? Was this…?

Hua Cheng took the letter from Xie Lian’s hands. “Gege, where do you have this from?” Xie Lian looked as surprised as him.

“I thought you wrote it? Shouldn’t you know? Didn’t you put it there?” Hua Cheng flipped it over and his eyes roamed the back of the paper.

“…but this is your writing here?” said Hua Cheng as he handed the paper to Xie Lian. The Crown Prince glanced at it and he remembered.

He remembered the vendor that wouldn’t let him alone no matter what, he remembered the cloudy day and how he cried that day. It struck him, all of sudden and he could not stop himself from putting the pieces together. He looked up at Hua Cheng.

“Did you…Were these letters meant for me?” Hua Cheng glanced down, red in the ears, and Xie Lian was stunned that something like this could make him flush so darkly. He smiled fondly.

He loved him.

“Gege shouldn’t look anymore,” murmured he as he stepped out with the intention to take the letter away from Xie Lian, as far away as possible, burn it afterwards so that Xie Lian never found the burn in his heart. “They are unfit to be read by Gege. I was just saying nonsense there, don’t worry about it…”

“But if I can’t look once more time, again, at San Lang’s words, neither can he read my response,” said Xie Lian promptly. Hua Cheng took in a deep breath, something gleaming in his eyes. Hope, love, or just the stars that could be seen splattered across the sky?

“Gege’s…response?” Xie Lian smiled again and started to read aloud what he wrote that time, under the alone shadow of a tree. His face was getting a little bit pink, he knew it, but Hua Cheng was way worse than him, almost as red now as his robes.

When he finished reading, he looked up and to his surprise, tears were rolling down Hua Cheng’s reddened cheeks. He stepped closer and ensured one of his arms behind his beloved’s waist, keeping him close, the other hand wiping away the tars gently, stroking the pale skin there.

“I am sorry, gege…” Hua Cheng took Xie Lian’s hand into his and tenderly kissed it. “I just…Back then I didn’t expect you to be alive, I…” He let out a shaky breath. “It’s just… I don’t know how to say to say it but I feel like I gained another part of myself right now. I feel so full. I am so happy. I always wanted to show you these letters. Yes, I did wrote them down for you and I…” Xie Lian brushed his lips across Hua Cheng’s erratic ones, shutting him up.

“I remember reading the letters and thinking…” Xie Lian’s eyes glanced down at Hua Cheng’s mouth and he thought about all of the words that came out of it, about all of the kisses laid on his skin with that mouth (his face got a closer to red) about everything that Hua Cheng ever said to him and how those simple words hold him up for so long.

“…that they were probably for the lover of the one who was writing. I never thought they would turn out to be for me.” He could see Hua Cheng shivering as his hot breath gasped over the cold skin. And maybe that was love, hope or maybe just the stars reflected in his eyes.

He leaned down and kissed Hua Cheng, slow, molding their lips together, not pushing too far. It was a sweet moment draped in even sweeter honey. He wanted to say so much to Hua Cheng but his mouth would get tired of all the unspoken words his soul had to carry alone.

But, he never grew tired of kissing Hua Cheng. Of the striking feeling that that man was him to kiss and love and adore and exchange secret letters. It was a feeling that bathed him completely, almost drowned him in his magnitude.

Hua Cheng shyly licked at Xie Lian’s lips and the Crown Prince slightly parted them, letting his beloved explore him once more time, like the first time. It was always going to be like the first time.

Words were not enough.

Kissed were not enough.

So how could the two possibly show their love for each other?

Maybe it should be a secret, maybe it should be a surprise like the letters.

Or maybe they should wait for the burn in their heart to heal sot that their soul could once again feel as light as once. Then, they could share their love and fill each other’s hearts.

But, for tonight, kissing didn’t seem so bad. They had an eternity ahead of them.

An eternity and a death. And it still didn’t seem enough.

‘I don’t know what to do, but I’ll continue to follow you even with my eyes closed.’

and they were infinite like the stars in the sly, they were infinite because of the path their loved set ahead of them

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apricity pt. three

apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter

warnings: angst, vomit mention, violence

pairing: bucky barnes x female oc

word count: 4,200

A/N: this is a bit of a filler chapter yet still very important! I did have to use google translate for the Russian, so if it is incorrect, please let me know and I'm very sorry if it is! Thank you 💕

MASTERLIST

“Я готов отвечить.” ( Ready to comply.)

The December air was cold as it blew through Florence’s hair, her arms circling Bucky’s waist as they rode down the dark road on Bucky’s motorcycle. The soldier steered with one arm, free hand coming down to rub circles on the redhead’s calf as they pulled behind a cluster of trees, hiding them from onlookers as they waited. The pair of assassins were unthawed and reset only hours ago, immediately given their latest mission.

A car came into view, red tail lights illuminating the air around them. Bucky flipped the bike’s headlight on and pulled onto the road again. The soldier revved the bike, catching up to the side of the vehicle as Florence sunk her butterfly knife into the tire, causing the car to swerve off the road and crash into a building.

Bucky parked the bike ahead of the crash, Florence stepping off the bike, Bucky behind her, and approaching the car. She flipped open the trunk to reveal a large silver briefcase, opening it to see five bags of blue liquid; exactly what they were looking for.

This was the last mission the Winter Soldier and the Winter Widow would ever go on.

Florence bolted up in the cheap hotel bed, Bucky’s screams reverbing in her brain. HYDRA always made her watch when Bucky was reprogrammed, a way to keep Florence in line and remind her who she was; just a puppet.

The last mission was always a common nightmare in the rotation of dreams Florence had, continuously taunting her. She disappeared only two weeks after it, abandoning everything she had grown accustomed to and the only person she had ever loved.

Florence couldn't go back to sleep, instead deciding on making herself coffee, the microwave clock mocking her, 4:34 a.m. She sipped her coffee slowly at the small kitchenette table, patiently waiting to start her day as she watched the clock tick away until it became 6:30 a.m., a reasonable enough hour to be awake for Steve to not worry.

The team was in Lagos, following a lead on Brock Rumlow, who had been causing quite the headache in the past few months, this time his target was deadly weapons from the Institute For Infectious Diseases.

Florence and Natasha sat across from each other listening to Steve and Wanda Maximoff converse about their surroundings through their earpieces, doing their best to remain anonymous and still get the intel under the hot noon sun.

“You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?” Steve asked Wanda as she fiddled with the sugar packet in her hand.

“Yeah, the red one? It’s cute.”

“It’s also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns...which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us.” Florence smirked at Natasha’s response as she took a sip of her coffee, savoring the caffeine.

Wanda chirped back through her radio, ‘You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?”

Florence glanced at Wanda across the cafe, “Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature.”

Sam’s voice floated through their earpieces from the rooftop above, “Anybody ever told you two you’re a little paranoid?”

The two redheads shared a knowing look with small smirks adorning their faces, ��Not to either of our faces. Why? Did you hear something?” Florence’s tone was light, but both she and Natasha knew the darkness behind it; the Red Room made them that way.

Steve, ever the serious man, refocused the small group, “Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months. I don’t want to lose him.”

Sam scoffed in the mic, “If he sees us coming, that won’t be a problem. He kind of hates us.”

There was a pause in time before Steve spoke, “Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it.” Sam deployed Redwing, giving Sam and the team the information they needed, “That truck’s loaded for max weight. And the driver’s armed.”

Natasha glanced at Florence, the pair not too thrilled to be dealing with this particular situation, “It’s a battering ram.”

“Go now.”

Wanda questioned Steve into her mic, the tension had just risen significantly.

“He’s not hitting the police.”

The team scattered, Steve, Wanda, and Sam going after Rumlow while Florence and Natasha were both on motorcycles racing down the street.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon.”

Natasha revved her bike, “I’m on it.” The redhead purposely crashed her bike, flinging it into an armed guard. Florence ditched her bike, joining Natasha in the fight.

A guard swung at Florence, missing his target as she ducked and swept his feet from underneath the attacker. Natasha took down two more guards while Florence took down three more, tossing the last guard on the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Florence and Natasha were attacked by Rumlow, neither of the two women able to effectively take him down. The two were shoved into a tank, Rumlow dropping a bomb in before latching the door closed. They surveyed their surroundings quickly; two guards with guns aiming at them. Florence kicked one unconscious while Natasha grabbed the other guard and used him as a human shield when the grenade exploded, grabbing Florence on the way down.

Black smoke filled the air, the smell of fire making it hard to breathe, sending the pair of assassins into a coughing fit on the ground. Looking up, they could see Steve being blown back into the building by an explosion, their ears ringing from the volume. Steve sent Sam after Rumlow, who was in an AFV heading north.

Natasha relocated the ditched bike and got on, pulling Florence behind her. The younger assassin revved the bike as they entered the street, Florence holding onto her.

Sam called out the offenders, clocking four of them splitting up.

Natasha stopped the bike and looked at Florence before splitting up, “I got the two on the left, you take the right.”

Florence sprinted down the busy street, dodging and weaving the crowd. Her targets came into view ahead of her, the girl sent a throwing star their way, effectively knocking him to the ground with no way to run. The girl grabbed the man, searching the bag furiously, trying to locate the weapon, “It’s not here!” Sam replied back, not having the weapon either.

Natasha called over the mic, “I have it.” Florence sighed in relief, moving to meet back up with the team.

She came upon Steve, who had Rumlow on the ground in front of him. She approached the scene cautiously, listening to the exchange.

“You know, he knew you and that redhead, Florence. Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky.” Rumlow whispered tauntingly at Steve.

Florence approached from behind, grabbing Rumlow’s hair and yanking him back, putting a knife to his throat, “What did you say?” The flip switched in Florence’s brain at the mention of Bucky, nothing else mattering anymore. She didn’t care that people were probably filming her with a knife to someone’s throat, and Steve made no move to stop her.

The disfigured man laughed as the knife dug deeper against his neck, staring up at Florence, “He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. Always screaming about you.” He then looked at Steve, “Till they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me, ‘Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.’ And you’re coming with me.” Rumlow’s thumb pressed a detonation device, Florence and Steve noticing it at the same time.

Wanda was behind them, containing the explosion of fire with her powers, keeping Steve and Florence from becoming red mist. The newest member sent Rumlow up and into the building in front of them. The building went up in flames, the leftover gasses from Rumlow’s bombs reacting to the fire and exploding. The bystanders screamed and ran as Wanda looked on in horror at what she had just done, hand clamping over her face.

Florence gently guided the girl away from the scene, “Hey, come one. We have to go, this isn’t on you, okay?”

Behind them, Steve called for Sam to request Fire & Rescue before he took off to go save people from the building, leaving Florence to console the distraught brunette.

A month later, the team was back at the Avengers Compound, Florence sitting with Steve as they watched the news.

“Eleven Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria last month. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos, when the attack occurred.”

The TV switched to show King T’Chacka of Wakanda’s speech:

“Our people’s blood is spilled on foreign soil, not only because of the actions of criminals, ut by the indifference of those pledged to stop them. Victory at the expense of the innocent is no victory at all.”

Steve turned the TV off, the only other sound in the compound coming from Wanda’s TV in her room. Florence got up to go speak to the girl before Steve stopped her, “I’ll go.” Steve and Wanda were taking the Lagos incident the hardest, both blaming themselves. The mention of Bucky had made both Florence and Steve freeze until it was too late, leaving Wanda to deal with the bomb that now plagues her consciousness. Florence watched as Steve walked off until he wasn’t visible anymore for her to turn on her heel to head to the kitchen.

The redhead was in dire need of coffee, the cup she had that morning had worn off. The nightmares amplified after Rumlow’s supposed confession about Bucky, the girl had hardly slept more than two hours a night. When she did sleep it was restless, nightmares of Bucky haunting every corner of her mind. She managed to make it through half her mug before she was called downstairs for a meeting with Tony and the Secretary of State.

Secretary Ross sighed heavily as he stood at the head of the table of Avengers as he mimicked his golf swing, “Five years ago, I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing. Turned out it was the best round of my life because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass, I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me. Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives, but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the word ‘vigilantes’.”

Next to Florence, Natasha spoke with a smirk adorning her face, “What word would you use, Mr. Secretary?”

Secretary Ross looked up from the table, “How about ‘dangerous’? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?”

Ross stepped aside from the table, allowing the full view to be on the screen in front of the table, showing various clips of incidents the Avengers were involved in. Everyone at the table grimaced at the screen, not proud of what it was showing. Ross flipped through events of New York, Washington D.C., Sokavia and Lagos before Steve had enough, noting Wanda’s demeanor change and telling Ross to turn it off.

“For the past four years, you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution.” Ross paused, placing a large file on the table in front of Wanda who passed it on to Rhodey, “The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel only when and if that panel deems it necessary.”

Steve spoke from the end of the table, “The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we’ve done that.”

Ross looked down at Steve, “Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now? If I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes, you can bet there’d be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That’s how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground.”

Rhodey gestured to the accords “So, there are contingencies.”

Ross shrugged, “Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. Talk it over.”

Ross began to leave until Natasha stopped him, “And if we come to a decision you don’t like?”

“Then you retire.” Ross left after that, leaving the team to discuss.

The team was arguing amongst themselves as Florence stared at the ceiling with her feet on the table, listening to various points being made while Rhodey and Sam debated behind Steve while Tony rolled his eyes.

“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, “So let’s say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?”

“117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you’re just like, ‘No, that’s cool. We got it.’”

Sam cut Rhodey off, “How long are you going to play both sides?”

Vision interrupted from his spot on the couch next to Wanda, “I have an equation.”

Sam moved to stand behind Florence, his voice dripping in sarcasm, “Oh, this will clear it up.”

Vision continued, “In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.”

“Are you saying it’s our fault?” Steve spoke with the Accords in hand.

“I’m saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invited challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict,” Vision paused, “breeds catastrophe. Oversight, oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.”

Rhodey looked to Sam, “Boom.”

Natasha spoke from her spot at the table, “Tony, you are being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.” Tony rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

“It’s because he’s already made up his mind.”

Tony grumbled at Steve’s statement, “Boy, you know me so well.” Tony rose from the couch, cradling his head as he walked over to the kitchen, “Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache. That’s what’s going on, Cap. It’s just pain. It’s discomfort.” Tony grabbed a coffee mug, looking into the sink, “Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal?”

Natasha looked at Florence with a knowing look about her coffee-sleep- problem while Tony continued complaining behind them, “Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?”

Tony placed his phone in the fruit basket, a small hologram emitting from it of a young man, “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. He’s a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk, See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia.” Tony paused, allowing the words to sink in painfully, “He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. We won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass. There’s no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, if we’re boundary-less, we’re no better than the bad guys.”

Steve began speaking, “Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don’t give up.”

“Who said we’re giving up?”

“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.”

Rhodey speaks up, pointing at Steve, “I’m sorry, Steve. This is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we’re talking about. It’s not the World Security Council, it’s not S.H.I.E.L.D., it’s not HYDRA.”

Florence practically flinched at Rhodey’s mention of HYDRA as Steve cut him off, “No, but it’s run by people with agendas, and agendas change.”

Tony walked towards the group, “That’s good. That’s why I’m here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing.”

Steve interrupted, “Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don’t think we should go? What if there’s somewhere we need to go and they don’t let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own.” The team all shared looks, silently gauging their stances.

Tony looked down at Steve, “If we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done to us later. That’s the fact. That won’t be pretty.”

Wanda, who had been silent the entire meeting, spoke from her seat next to Vision, “You’re saying they’ll come for me.”

Vision spoke beside her, “We would protect you.”

“Maybe Tony’s right,” All eyes darted to Natasha, “If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off-”

Sam cut her off, “Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?”

“I’m just reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back.” Florence was slightly shocked at Natasha’s statement. She had assumed that she wouldn’t be signing, not wanting to walk back into a potential puppet situation.

Tony leaned against his chair, looking at Natasha baffled, “Focus up. I’m sorry. Did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?”

Natasha shook her head, “I want to take it back now.”

“No, no, no, you can’t retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented. Okay. Case closed. I win.”

Florence noticed Steve’s phone buzzing, watching his face fall as he read the notification, “I have to go.” The team watched as Steve bolted out of the room.

Days later, Florence was seated between Steve and Sam as they attended Peggy Carter’s funeral in London. The girl was never close to Peggy in the ’40s, she only spoke to her briefly, but Florence knew Steve would need support. The trio watched from the pew as Sharon Carter, Peggy’s niece and an ex S.H.I.E.L.D agent, spoke about her aunt. Sharon had grown to be a friend and an ally to the team, helping them out during the Battle of Triskelion.

The funeral ended quickly, Florence standing outside with Sam while Steve remained in the chapel. A familiar redhead passed by, Florence grabbing Natasha’s arm gently, “Nat? What are you doing here?”

“I came to see Steve, then I’m off to Vienna to sign the Accords.”

Florence furrowed her brows, “You’re signing it? Who else signed?”

Natasha shrugged, “Yeah, it’s what seems right. Tony, Rhodey and Vision have signed. Clint says he’s retired and Wanda is TBD. You?”

“I can’t.” Florence wanted to but was immensely torn. She didn’t see a way to function properly under the Accords, and her best bet was to not sign, much to Natasha’s dismay. Florence remained paranoid after the Red Room and HYDRA, even more so than the redhead in front of her. She wanted it to be easy, to sign the Accords without any second thoughts, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Natasha smiled softly at her friend, “I figured. But there’s room on the jet if you change your mind.”

“Thanks, Nat, but I’ll pass. Go see Steve.” The two girls hugged briefly, Natasha pulling away and entering the chapel.

Hours later, both Sam and Florence’s phone vibrated, alerting a notification, the pair taking out their devices and reading ‘UNITED NATIONS COMPLEX BOMBED’

The two looked up from their phones in fear, immediately on the hunt to find Steve.

They found him in the lobby of Sharon’s hotel, having walked her back after Natasha left hours ago. Sam stopped in front of him, “Steve, there’s something you need to see.”

The trio stood in front of the TV of their shared hotel room as the news anchor spoke, “A bomb hidden in news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna.”

Sharon paced behind them while she was on the phone.

“More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakanda’s King T’Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect, who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations.”

The screen played a clip of the alleged suspect, Bucky, and Florence felt like she was going to be sick. Her stomach dropped and she could feel Sam’s gaze on her. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be him.

Sharon interrupted Steve and Florence’s internal spiral, “I have to go to work.”

Florence remained in front of the TV, trying to talk herself out of believing that Bucky would do this. He would have been acting alone. He wouldn’t have done this, this wasn’t the man she knew. She knew he was out of HYDRA’s clutches and was on his own, it couldn’t be him.

Steve grabbed her wrist gently, turning her away from the TV, “We have to go to Vienna, come on.”

Florence and Steve made it to Vienna along with Sam, both leaning against a tree with hats and sunglasses in an attempt to remain unknown. Steve pulled out his phone, dialing Natasha’s number. Florence ignored their conversation as she stared emotionless at the ground. The air was still heavy with smoke from the bombing as Steve spotted Natasha a few yards away, her ignorant to the fact that Steve and Florence were here.

After Steve hung up, Florence’s phone began to ring, Natasha’s contact lighting up the screen. She shared a look with Steve before answering, “Hey.”

Natasha wasted no time getting to the point, “Look, I know how much Barnes means to you, trust me I get it, but don’t do anything stupid. You need to stay home and regroup.”

Florence sighed into the phone, “Nat, you know I can’t do that.” Florence ended the call before Natasha could respond, quickly pocketing the phone in her black jacket and walking away.

Florence and Steve entered a restaurant, quickly spotting Sam at the bar.

Sam placed his food down, “She tell you to stay out of it?” Steve and Florence’s silence was answer enough for Sam, “Might have a point.”

Steve pursed his lips, “He’d do it for me.”

“1945, maybe.” Florence glared at Sam through her glasses as he continued speaking, “I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you two usually end up shooting at me.”

Sam didn’t know him. Steve didn’t know the ‘new’ him. Out of the two, she had known Bucky the longest, loving him through the good and the bad. Even when he was the darkest parts of the Winter Soldier, Florence still held love for him in her heart because she knew what HYDRA made him into. And when Florence’s reflection was unfamiliar to herself, whether she was covered in someone else’s blood or she had been reprogrammed, Bucky kept her from falling apart in the Red Room. It couldn’t be him.

Sharon made her way up the bar, standing next to Steve as she updated the group, “Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of its noise.” Sharon slid a file over to Steve, “Except for this. My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now, so that’s all the head start you’re gonna get.”

Florence thanked Sharon as she left to leave, “You’re all gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight.” Again, the feeling of bile worked its way up Florence’s throat, forcing herself to choke it down. Her hands shook at her sides as she took in Sharon’s words. She wouldn’t let that happen, even if it ended up killing her. She was going to save him.

Steve read over the file quickly, Sam and Florence looking at him expectantly, ”He’s in Romania.”

The location shouldn’t have shocked Florence as much as it did. A lot happened in Romania between herself and Bucky, she shouldn’t be surprised he went there. He probably didn’t even realize why he went to Bucharest, the action must have felt familiar. She should have began their search there two years ago, Florence was angry with herself for missing such an important place to them both. And God, did Romania have painful roots in the soldiers’ and widows’ lives.

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thatgoblin · 4 years ago

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Stuck

Summary: You’re the fifth member of ‘The Fixers’ crew and it’s time to build a fish pond with an overhanging chicken coop in Thailand! Up in the mountains in a rural village the weather is unpredictable and despite safety precautions, you end up requiring a daring rescue.

Warnings: None, daring rescue with slight injury because I’m a sucker for people swooping in to save the day and I want to read it. I also took my sleep meds right before writing this because I’m dumb and I don’t care. I love Nick Apostolides, fight me. Also, I blame ‘Now and Then’ for my obsession with saving people from drowning. Go watch it, it’s a good movie.

The rain came out of nowhere and while you would have preferred it to come after the pond was finished being dug and lined, you would just have to work through it. That is until Kirin called work off because the rain began to pour and worry about the electric tools getting soaked went to the top of the already long worry list. It was a good time for lunch though, meaning everyone was off to the mess all at the top of the hill.

“Hey, you coming, Kid?” Nick called as you were finishing covering the wood you were working with.

“Just a second!” You called back. “I gotta get this stuff covered or it’ll take all day to dry out!”

“Alright, hurry up! Lunch smells good!” He gave a small wave as Courtney challenged him to a race in the already slick mud. You shook your head and chuckled as you finished covering your supplies and began to make your way around the pond. It was the fastest route and you were sure it wouldn’t be too hard to get across. The lip was pretty wide so you didn’t really think it wasn’t safe. About midway across, your foot slipped and hit a rock that quickly gave way. Tumbling into the pond, you felt your ankle pop as sharp pain bloomed quickly. You barely got a cry out before you were in the foot of water at the bottom of the 15 foot deep pond.

“Shit,” you hissed as you sat in the water. A quick assessment told you your ankle was twisted at best, broken at worst. The camera crew was even gone by the time you thought to yell for help. Everyone was up on the hill and with the rain, no one would hear you. An attempt to stand was made, your ankle holding for the most part thankfully. You hobbled to the side of the steep embankment and began to try to climb out on your hands and knees, even on your belly, but every attempt ended with you sliding back down into the bottom.

It was only 15ish minutes and you were tired, having to tense every muscle in case you slipped and didn’t want to twist or fall and smack your head on the ground. Not that it helped as you could feel the cuts and scrapes burning from the tiny rocks biting into your skin and drawing blood here and there.

“Help!” You screamed, trying to see if someone else could hear you. Perhaps there was a stray worker or camera person that could lend a hand. The rain kept coming, muffling any noise you made and created a rushing waterfall of the stream Courtney had created to feed the pond as well as aerate it. “Anybody!”

The sound of heavy plops into the water caught your attention, looking to see rocks tumbling down the hill confused you for a split second till you realized it was a landslide and you were at the bottom of a hill in a pit that would catch and contain said rocks that were getting bigger.

“Oh shit,” you breathed as a dozen softball sized rocks bounced down the hill as they gained speed with smaller ones trailing behind it. Shoving yourself up, you jumped to the side before the largest slid to a stop where you had been. “Nick!” You screamed again, trying to stay out of the way of the raining rocks. The water was rising with the rain as well as the rocks, making it hard to play dodgeball with nature. It meant that in the few minutes the rock slide happened, you took a speeding, sharp rock to the side of the knee. Knocked back into the water, you cried out in pain as the last of it came to a stop on your leg, pinning you down.

The only good part was that it was the leg with the bad knee and ankle.

The last few that had come sailing down the mountain were large and impossible to move on your own. It was nearly a half hour from when you fell in that the rain started to let up, the water in the pond up to your armpits making it a bit hard to breathe. Half an hour seemed to be the magic time, as someone finally came looking for you.

“Y/N?” You heard Nick’s voice call for you as you struggled to try and shift yourself to get any of the rocks off your.

“Nick!” You screamed as you looked up to see him rush to the side of the pond. “I’m stuck! There was a landslide or something and I got caught in it!”

“Shit,” he said, looking behind him before waving someone down. “Just hold on! We’ll get you out!” Relief flooded you as Courtney, Kirin, and Ariel all rushed over. They were making a plan to get some rope or cables to get to you and lift you out. It seemed the day was saved, till water began surging down the waterfall. You didn’t have much room to keep your head above water before and now it was even worse.

“We gotta get them out of there now!” Courtney cried as he and Nick jumped into the pond as Kirin and Ariel ran to get the supplies. “Are you hurt at all?” He asked as they trudged through the muddy water.

“My ankle and knee,” you said with a wince as Nick started to move rocks. They were heavy, even for them and each one moved felt like it was threatening to let a bigger one drop on you. “I twisted it when I fell in and when the rocks came down.”

“Okay, we can do this,” Nick said, nodding as he gave you a smile. That was Nick, ever the one to try and remain positive even in the life or death situation you found yourself in. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of there.” Between the two of them, they managed to dig you out mostly.

Your scream as a rock dug into your leg, threatening to fall and break it, made them pause.

“What? What is it?” Courtney asked.

“The big one, by my shin. It’s digging in,” you said, pushing yourself an extra inch out of the water as the surface started to cover your shoulders. “It’s heavy and it’s gonna break my leg.”

“Okay,” Nick said, panting as Kirin and Ariel came back with a rope of sorts. All they had to do was get you free of the rocks. Easier said than done. “Court, you push the rock up as hard as you can and hold it. I’ll drag them out from under it.”

“You sure? They’re right, that rock slips and they’ll have a broken bone. We’re in the mountains too, hours from a hospital,” Courtney said, catching his breath as he looked at Nick with a furrowed brow.

“We have to. The water’s only getting higher,” Nick said before looking at you. “Are you with us?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod, knowing he was right. It was either this last plan or you’d be literally sleeping with the fishes. Nick moved to squat behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“I’m gonna pull hard and I’m sorry if it hurts,” he said into your ear as Courtney moved into position. “On the count of three. One, two, three!”

Courtney growled as he pushed as hard as he could on the rock, giving just enough room for Nick to yank you out of it’s way. It was only seconds later that Courtney had to let go of the rock as well, falling back into the water before standing to help Nick and you up.

“Can you stand?” Nick asked as the two men helped you balance. Taking an experimental step, you nearly fell over trying to put weight on your hurt leg. If it wasn’t for Nick, you would have tumbled into the water again. “Okay, take it easy, we’ve got you.”

Both men wrapped an arm around you under your arms as you wrapped yours over their shoulders. Well, over Nick’s shoulders and Courtney’s waist. Together they got you to the rope where Kirin and Ariel were waiting with volunteers from work to assist in pulling you up.

“I’ll tie in with them so I can push up since they can’t use their leg,” Nick said, letting Courtney help balance you. Rope in hand, he quickly tied it around both of you. Facing one another, you were pressed together tightly before the others started to pull. Almost to the top, Nick reached up to grab Kirin’s hand when the rope snapped, sending you both sliding back into the pond.

You yelped as Nick moved to slow your descent, keeping you from slamming your leg into anything else.

“Fuck!” You heard Kirin snap as everyone began to rush to try to find something else to get the three of you out of the pond.

“If we wait long enough we’ll be able to swim out,” Courtney said with a slight chuckle. As if the danger was upset that it was forgotten, the wind began to pick up as a boom of thunder followed a streak of lightning flashing in the sky. “Never mind!”

“Grab onto this!” Ariel yelled, tossing the unplugged extension cord to one of the power tools they had. Tying it around the two of you, Nick held onto the cord with one hand and wrapped his other arm around you. Your arms wound around his neck as the crew began to pull you up again. This time it worked.

Covered in mud and soaking wet, Nick and you were finally out of the pond. When both of you were free from the cord, it was flung back into the pond for Courtney who came up a lot quicker than you and Nick had.

“Jesus Chris,” Kirin sighed, panting as Nick helped you up and over to a school room as the rain kept pouring. “No one is left alone again. I mean it.”

“Noted,” you said as the rest of the team came in and an on site medic came over to look at your leg. Sitting on a bench, leaning back into Nick, you winced and gasped as the pant leg was cut off. Your knee was swollen and had a giant gash that showed bone. Adrenaline must have been your pain killer as you were wondering how it didn’t feel so bad. Your work book came off and your ankle was just as swollen as your knee. Able to move your toes let the medic know nothing was broken in your ankle at least, but you really needed to go to a hospital.

“I can’t leave you guys,” you said, looking up at your team as the medic cleaned your knee. The pain of the alcohol had you in tears as it kept you from arguing further.

“It’s okay, we’ve got this,” Kirin said. “You need to get that taken care of as soon as possible and you can’t do that here. You’re no good to us if you get sick from infection.”

“We still have three more days to work,” Ariel said, reminding you. “You need to be safe and healthy first.”

“I’ll go with you to the hospital and we’ll be back tonight,” Nick said, patting your good leg. “I still have to wait for the rain to stop to get the chickens anyways.”

“Don’t worry, we’ve had worse conditions with less help,” Courtney said, beaming just like he always did.

“Alright,” you said, knowing they were right. You weren’t much use with a bum leg, let alone a bum leg with an infection. “I’ll go get it taken care of. Nick will be my handler and make sure I don’t get into any more trouble.”

“Please. I only ask that you keep them from getting hurt further,” Kirin said, groaning as the others laughed.

“Let’s get you to town, Kid,” Nick said, helping you up after the medic put a brace on your ankle and bandaged your knee. With no crutches, it was slow going as you had to use Nick and Courtney to get to the truck with the translator/guide. While you sat in the back after saying your goodbyes, Nick sat next to you, holding your hurt leg in his lap to help keep it stable on the bumpy road.

“Nick,” you said after a few minutes of silence in the truck.

“Yeah?” He said, looking at you.

“Thanks for saving my neck,” you said with a soft smile.

“It’s what family does,” he said, smiling back at you.

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#resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #fanfiction #nick apostolides #nick apostolides x reader

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lilacerull0 · 4 years ago

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Scrapbooks of flowers

the third photograph: scrapbook of lotuses

"Story to story Building to building Street to street We pass each other on the stairs" - The Stairs, INXS

Revelius Sparks looks pleasant enough. His smile that tries almost too hard not to be a smile, his hands in his pockets and his eyes occasionally offering her an unreadable look. His sweater, on the other hand, looks rather disturbing. Improper. Disheveled. Messy. There are tiny colourful stains all over it (paint?) and there's a little hole on his shoulder. A hole revealing a bright yellow shirt he has underneath. Audrey Claire finds it weirdly comforting unacceptable. Her coming here was also unacceptable. But then again, wasn't that the idea? Wasn't she supposed to be doing something drastically different? And Revelius Sparks is someone she normally wouldn't have crossed paths with. There were days when he would come to school with his longish hair sprinkled with glitter. There were days when he would attend classes in mismatched shoes. Sometimes, he would come wrapped in a giant, ridiculous, red scarf that looked like it came straight out of his grandma's closet. As opposed to that, there were days when he would look completely normal. Jeans, shirts, jackets, neatly crafted hair (suddenly cut short), no glitter in sight. She knows these things because everybody knew them. Everybody might not have particularly enjoyed Revelius Sparks (he seemed to be... too much of... everything, you know?), but everybody knew who he was. Although, apparently, life goes on after high school and people usually turn out to be much more than one dimensional paper dolls once given a chance (at least that's what she's heard and she's trying out new things). So, Audrey Claire stands up from her recently found seat at the coffee shop and softly taps the shoulder of the so called Revelius Sparks, who's the last one waiting in line to order something. Three times, three times barely grazing his improper, disheveled, messy, unacceptable sweater. One. Two. Three. - Hi, I'm Audrey Claire, we used to go to the same high school. It's utterly absurd, the statement, considering how they were the souvenirs of that very same high school weeks not decades ago. Revelius Sparks doesn't seem to acknowledge the absurdity. His eyes are glossy and his cheeks are lightly freckled, she notes. - Oh, hi, I'm so happy to see you. Another absurdity, she thinks. How could you be happy to see somebody that you never properly met? Were never properly introduced to? - Nice seeing you. She mutters and turns around, ready to leave (and avoid any further discomfort). She hears him say something in response, but she's already out of the foreign lands. Task: (technically) failed.

*** She tucks her hair behind her ear a lot. The right one. Or she's been told. She's never actually picked up on it herself. Her hand holding a pen, a paper in front of her. She's only doodling various dresses, dresses she would like to own, dresses she would like to create. She might have been a designer if things were different, but even then, she isn't sure if that would have been the right thing to do. She's supposed to go to law school in the fall and be a lawyer because that's what she was always supposed to do. You are most certainly coming up with assumptions now, something like: "her parents are forcing her into it" or another cliched idea like "she's doing it to honour her late late grandfather Walt who was a lawyer back in the day". Guess what? She isn't doing any of that. Her grandfather's name is not Walt either. It's only something she's always talked about, the only thing she could see herself doing. Fancy blazers, marvellous court rooms... It all seemed extremely Audrey-like. At least, that's who Audrey Claire was at school. She never picked up on it before, just like she never picked up on the hair thing, but Audrey doesn't know how to be Audrey without school. You must think she's mad. Well, she ought to be. Who in their right mind misses school assignments and studying for exams and writing three page essays? Yes, she's going to college to learn, but it's not the same, isn't it? It's more about her future and less about getting gold stars for the sake of her future. And now, when she earned her future, she doesn't have to earn any more gold stars. That's supposed to be a good thing. That is a good thing. The drawings are nice. Fairly simple, but quite nice. She picks them all up and throws them in the pink trash can beside her desk. It's not like anybody is coming to check them out. Audrey crosses her arms, let's herself fall even deeper into the chair and closes her eyes. Next thing she knows, she's dreaming of stars. *** "She's spinning and spinning and spinning. Her dress swirling around her, her feet barely touching the ground. The grass is so green and the sun is so bright and she is spinning. People have forgotten about the beauty of the natural world but she never did. She's coming from whenever, breathing in wherever, she's dreaming of a different age. She's spinning and spinning and spinning and whole, entire, wonderful worlds are spinning along with her." Audrey Claire doesn't know why and how she ended up here. The only thing she's aware of are the words that Revelius Sparks is sharing with her and the rest of the room. She's surprised that the town theatre is open this late in the night, but then again, she's never been to one. Not as a (theoretical) adult at least. Revelius Sparks is sitting on the very edge of the stage, his leg rhythmically swaying to a beat she presumes must be the one only he is able to hear. She can't quite figure out if he's singing, reciting or acting. It might be all three. Once he's finished with his little performance, he gets up, adjusts his funny colourful scarf and smiles. The few people that are in the room are clapping, but it's obvious that he's not smiling at them. It's not that he's smiling "at no one in particular" either. It's more like he's smiling at something that should be there but tragically isn't. Audrey doesn't get up from her seat. Not even when everyone else is gone. She can't move. All she can do is think about these people and how they all were in here together for one fleeting moment. All breathing the same air, all hearing the same words. And now they all went home. They all went home to hear different words and breath different air. They all went home a tad bit different. They all went home and she's still there. *** Audrey keeps visiting the theatre. Her appearances aren't scheduled. Her legs simply decide that the only correct option is to bring her there and she goes along with it and she comes and each time she discovers another way to listen. Another way to be.

Sometimes, she doesn't even pay attention to the meaning of the words spoken by whoever is on stage. It all sounds wonderfully interesting, and the chairs are so wonderfully comfortable and she's so wonderfully there. She isn't the one to explain it, but it feels quite important. Doing something without a clear purpose. Revelius isn't always present. But when he is, he talks? sings? recites? about endless fields full of flowers, souls too free to be kept away and voices too long forgotten not to be heard. Those are all his descriptions and she remembers them because she's good at remembering and she even writes some of them down. She doesn't try to understand them and never does she go through them once they are written. But something about notebooks filled with various little words makes her feel happy and content. Revelius refers to himself as a "wanderer of flowery youths and incadescent hearts". Audrey thinks his "stage name" has no right being that long and of course she finds it (almost) unbearably preposterous but it's also kind of funny and pronouncing it out loud, when she's all alone with nobody but herself to hear, brings her immense joy. It reminds her of all those poems she had to learn for school. She never properly meets Revelius. They never talk, she never looks for him and he never notices her (or anybody else for that matter) while he's fulfilling his duty as a wanderer. They never randomly run into each other. They never have a deep conversation that magically resolves all of their respective issues. They never watch the sunset, buy each other sweet unnecessary expensive things or kiss in the rain till they're both out of breath. They never fall in love. The truth is, Audrey doesn't feel the need to meet him. She's just really really glad that he's around. *** She's dressed in black, but her freshly discovered scarf is screaming in bright yellow. The sidewalk is wet and slippery. People are walking, shouting, running, talking and exchanging. Moving. Her sparkling red suitcase is following her and her brand new shoes are ruined. Her feet are completely soaked. Her hair is a bit messy. She can feel tangled strands of it all over her face. She wasn't expecting rain today. But then again, she didn't exactly plan on paying a visit to the train station, let alone catching an actual train. The city looks different once fall comes. The leaves are crunchy and dressed in various colours. The air is colder. Everyone's cheeks are flushed. Once fall comes, people turn into portable paintings. Audrey takes a few seconds to admire the unlikely art exhibit. Her hand moves to position the scarf around her neck. Too tightly wrapped and a bit crooked it was, she thinks. Exactly three minutes pass and she's in the train, glittery notebook in hand. She doesn't open it, but she recalls the coordinates of each and every word gracing its pages. "What a wonderful collection of incadescent hearts...", she mummers under her breath and the woman across from her shots her a confused look, but Audrey doesn't notice any of it. She's too busy experiencing creations much more pleasant. She lets her head rest against the window frame.

And when her gaze welcomes the glorious landscape on the other side of the glass, her eyes are full of gold coloured stars. "You are beautiful and sad" I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song I heard when I was a little kid, but forgot I knew until I heard it again." - Maggie Stiefvater

#scrapbooks of flowers #art #music #coming of age #ocs #my writing #flowers #flower meanings #youth

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littl3one · 4 years ago

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birthday girl

TW alcohol !! stella x reader - fluff

you were standing in the doorframe, watching the people inside the living room, dancing, drinking, singing and laughing. the date was the 17th august, but it wasn’t gonna be for long, since stella told everyone of her friends, that she was gonna give a party for her birthday. she planned to party through, till it was the 18th august, her actual birthday and the time to hand her gifts, wish her a happy birthday and a pleasant year. stella was your friend, although she happened to be sassy, snappy or mean at times, she always got your back, because she knew the best what it felt like, to be alone. you couldn’t help but sigh, watching bloom and stella dance, you holding a drink in both of your hands.

you could only look at the colored liqueur in your cup, hugging the plastic walls of it’s container. holding the cup to your lips, laying your head into your neck, you were pouring down every last sip of the alcohol, leaving a bitter aftertaste and a bit of dizziness in your body. your feelings for the solarian princess were something, you didn’t try to hide, at least not from yourself. who could blame you, for crushing on that blonde girl, her sharp tounge and the comments, which were deadly funny but at the same time so mean. it never hit you, the comments, i mean. she never talked bad about you, didn’t even dare to laugh about your jokes, even if she hid her laugh, you noticed. it was like, she tried to not be looked at badly by you.

as you let your eyes wander through the heated room, you decided to catch a breath outside. the people in here got closer to another, the tension was high and you weren’t made for this. wandering through the room, with a clear goal in sight, you focused on the door, leading to the big garden, which was also full of people, but it was better than this. you laid your hand on the doorknob, as you opened it completely and you were hit with an icy breeze, hitting you right in the face and cooling you down. you exhaled, as you closed the door behind you, not noticing, the way stella watched your actions and excused herself to bloom, with saying, that she needed some water, although she just wanted to follow you.

you crushed the plastic cup in your hand, throwing it into the next trashcan, then sitting on a bench. even such things looked so gorgeous when you did them, that’s why stella looked over her shoulder and already noticed, how sky companied bloom in her loneliness, so she walked out of the garden door as well. a smile, plastering her pretty face, redness warming up her already rosy cheeks, so she looked at you, walked over. “hi, what ‘chu doin’?” she asked, sitting down next to you. the nervousness inside of her wasn’t even barely noticeable. “me? uh, you know, just sitting, chilling.” you smirked, which made stellas eyes glimmer and a giggle jump out of her.

“i saw you leaving, don’t you like it here?” she asked, her curious persona was really showing off, even though she didn’t like you to see that side of her. she was really harsh on herself, when it was about you. “ah no, that’s not it” you shook your head “i like it here, i’m actually quite pleased, that i got an invitation. i was just hoping.. to be in company of a certain someone.” stella nodded, then thinking “well, who did you come here with?” she asked, and you told her, that you had come to the party with brandon and sky, but both of them headed off into another room, as soon as the party really started. stella was understanding.

“well, if you want to, you can company me and bloom. we were just dancing and laughing much. bloom just talked to sky, so we can also-” she interrupted herself, shaking her head. “yeah, what was it?” you asked and nudged your elbow into her side. you knew, she was gonna say something, that would’ve made your heart at least flutter a bit. “i wanted to say, we could maybe dance together. if you want to, that is.” she said, you noticed her fixed voice, but her eyes were nervous, she looked in every direction but in yours. you smirked, took her hand and jumped onto your feet.

“let’s dance under those stars. it’s almost your birthday, they’re only shining for you.” you said, as you spinned her one time, taking the leading role in your dance for two. the music muffled blasting from inside the house, stella was quite flustered but she nodded, so you two danced. you danced, didn’t even notice how many other party guests got outside as well, watched you two or even started dancing as well. you were only focused on another, laughing, spinning, stepping and just having fun, while dancing in rythm.

“stella, there you are! it’s midnight in ten minutes, are you coming outside?” bloom shouted, as you two took a break to get some drinks. you stood in the kitchen, which was emptier than before, because of your dance session outside. you two had talked and laughed, before bloom interrupted. “ah, coming! yn, are you coming with me? i’d love to have you there.” stella exclaimed, took your hand into hers and squeezed it for a second, before letting go again. your heart was fluttering and you agreed, seeing no reason in declining anyway. it was her birthday party, so why wouldn’t you want to spend her actual birthday with her?

you two went outside again, quickly, you noticed how stella slid through your fingers. she was the highlight of the party, obviously, so why would she only spend her time with you, you asked yourself. even though you were a bit heartbroken, as you saw her dancing with brandon, you just sat down and waited for the time to pass. you didn’t noticed the stares, you got from her, whenever she was slightly faced into your direction. she wanted to be rather with you, than anybody else on the party, heck, the way her heart fluttered so much, as she heard you would be coming too, was unatural, but she never dared to admit it. she rejected her feelings and just now, dancing with brandon, she had noticed how rather she would dance with you, again.

underneath the stars, it was the moment for you and her and nobody else and she knew, this moments was only going to happen ever again if it was with you. “excuse me, for a second.” stella shouted over the trembling bass, the whole floor felt like it would break down any second. brandon nodded and already headed to other girls, stella couldn’t care less. she wanted this moment again, with you. “yn!” she shouted, as you looked up from the phone. your orbs were big, your skin was pale but you still looked so good under the starshine, stella believed. “come on, i want this moment with you.” she said and now she took you by the hand.

you two stood in front of a big, gigantic even, cake glazed with the words “happy birthday stella! you put sun and moon into our sky!” the candles were lit for the birthday wish and people started to countdown. only 10 second were left, until stellas birthday would finally arrive in a new day. you didn’t feel weird, actually you felt like smiling. you looked at the blonde princess, which looked at only you, as the number went down from 8.. to 7.. to 6..

then you took her hand, squeezed it, having her send you a dear smile. she was really in love with you, everyone could see it but you. now she looked at the big cake, that was made for her. as the countdown hit 0, she blew the candles out and jumped, excitedly. everyone was cheering and applauding, congratulating the girl. “congratulations.” you whispered, which she answered with squeezing your hand as well.

“you know, what i wished for?” she asked, as you shook your head. curios, your eyes narrowed into hers as she giggled “i wish for you to go on a date with me.” you smiled and answered with an “oh i sure will.” making stella the happiest birthday girl to ever exist.

#winx #winxclub #winx club #winx x reader #winx ff #winx stella #winx oneshot #winx imagine #winx scenario

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jalapeno-princess · 5 years ago

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All I Need is You

(Guys I miss Mark so fucking much *Cue Tori Vega I think we all miss Mark)

Songwriter Mark X Reader

Genre: Extremely fluffy angst (is that even a thing?)

Word Count: 5.8K

Summary: For all your life, your parents raised you to be the perfect daughter of every parent’s dreams. You did every single thing your parents forced you to do and never did you complain about anything they’d make you do, no matter how badly you wanted to. That all changed the day your path collides with Mark Tuan. After being stripped of your childhood completely in order to be respective and follow your parent’s desires, Mark shows you how beautiful life can be when you do the things you want to. Mark is the breath of fresh air from a life you feel so suffocated in. For the duration of your relationship, you did your best in hiding him from your parents in fear of them disapproving of the older boy. However, once you graduate from college, you decide you are old enough to make your own decisions and you build the courage to introduce your boyfriend to your family. The night starts off without a hitch; everyone seems to really like him up until your mom asks him what he does for a living. That’s when things take a turn for the worst and your mom gives you an ultimatum; to chose between the love of your life and your family.

A/N: Hey guys, so I’ve been wanting to write an imagine based on the song Paris by the chainsmokers for the longest time and here it is. Only when I reached the middle of writing the story did I realize this is the complete opposite of my other story “Second Chances” LOL. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story (most of it is written in past tense so I hope you don’t get confused).

We were staying in Paris To get away from your parents And I thought, "Wow If I could take this in a shot right now I don't think that we could work this out" Out on the terrace I don't know if it's fair but I thought "How Could I let you fall by yourself While I'm wasted with someone else

"If we go down then we go down together They'll say you could do anything They'll say that I was clever If we go down then we go down together We'll get away with everything Let's show them we are better Let's show them we are better Let's show them we are better

“Hey, everything okay?”

It was currently 2:45 a.m. and normally, you’d be fast asleep right now but you couldn’t help feeling as if the bed grew more spacious and colder than it was when you first went to sleep. Mark was your own personal furnace; the two of you fell asleep pretty early after a long day of sightseeing and an even longer night of love making.

After multiple rounds of his all but gentle kisses on your neck, jaw and chest as he rammed himself in and out of your velvety walls, you both were too tired to get up and clean yourselves off. He immediately pulled you in to his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist while placing his face in the crook of your neck and whispering sweet nothings until his dreams finally took a hold of him. It’s been like this for the last three weeks since you and Mark ran away to Paris in the hopes of hiding from your extremely overprotective and non-understanding parents.

You’d go sight seeing, visit a couple of museums, cute little coffee shops and sometimes you’d even go to a farmer’s market and you’d buy food to make for recipes you and Mark learned while watching whatever they had on television. Almost every single night ended up in sex; on a few occasions, there were drunken stupors where one of you or sometimes even both of you would have a little too much to drink and you’d have wild, kinky sex.

Then there were the days where you’d argue over minuscule and unnecessary things and usually Mark would be the first to give up and apologizing with his head between your thighs. Most of your love making sessions were soft, passionate and very romantic.

To strangers or people who weren’t familiar with him, Mark gave off an intimidating and sometimes standoffish kind of vibe. It was only because he was actually very shy and soft spoken and those who actually knew him were aware of how talkative and outgoing he could be around those he was comfortable with.

Unfortunately, your parents were the kind of people you’d always sought praise from and you’d do whatever you could to make them proud. Ever since you were a little girl, you went along with every command they would give you, you never complained about the clubs they’d put you in or the clothes they had you wear. It wasn’t as if you were the only child, you had three other siblings but since you were the youngest, your parents were a little more strict with you even if you never gave them a reason to question or mistrust you.

It wasn’t until Mark came in to your life that your relationship with your parents took a completely different turn. You’ve known Mark since middle school and although you hardly ever talked to him, you did admire him from afar and you could only wish to build up the courage so that maybe one day, you’d be able to at least say hello.

He was always such a social butterfly and made friends with anybody he’d interact with. All the girls in your grade had a crush on him, but you couldn’t blame them. Not only was he a sight for sore eyes, he was such a free spirit; he had decent grades and not once did the teachers have any problems with him like they did with his friends. But he was never one to genuinely care about his education, and unfortunately that was his downfall.

When you finally entered high school, it’s as if the world felt like it was time for you and Mark to come together and for your two worlds to become one. In your first semester, he was in almost every single one of your classes. You didn’t think you were the smartest person in your grade, but you did pretty well in all the subjects. All those years of long, grueling days of summer school actually paid off. Sometimes, you hated being the youngest.

Your parents expected so much out of you but they never seemed to care about anything that your two older brothers and your older sister did. They all got to join groups, clubs and sports that they genuinely liked whereas you were coerced in to learning how to play the violin and the cello. You were thankful that school was considerably easy for you seeing as how your parents made education your first priority.

While your brothers would play video games and your sister would talk on the phone with her friends, you’d be practicing math problems and read books about the civil war. You didn’t think you got to experience a legitimate childhood you’d witness all your classmates and friends had. For that reason alone, you always felt different from everybody else and it was the reason why you were so hesitant on continuing friendships with the few friends you did have from middle school.

You could never relate to anything they’d talk about; all their favorite movies they’d watch, the latest installment of Grand theft auto that they’d play, going to each other’s houses—you weren’t even allowed to cross the street by yourself let alone go out with your friends. Entering high school by yourself had to be one of the most scariest things you had to go through and because your siblings were at least five years older than you, none of them would be there at least if you needed someone to confide in or run to.

From all the stories you’d hear from each of them, their high school experiences were ones for the books. Both of your brothers joined each and every sport you could think of and your sister was the co-captain of the cheerleading team. She also had a few boyfriends in high school and you felt as if a lot of the mistakes she made were the reasons why your parents took complete control of your life.

It didn’t take long for Mark to acknowledge your existence; in fact, what you didn’t know was that back in middle school, he noticed you even if you didn’t realize it yourself. While all the girls would ogle over him and try to get his attention, he would find himself admiring you from afar.

Mark always thought you were so cute; you were always hesitant to answer the questions your teacher would ask you even if everyone was aware you knew the answer, whenever someone asked you for help you were always so quick to attend to them no matter what they were asking of you and he could never get the way you would blush when you were flustered out of his head.

He had no problem talking with other girls, but he’d become a mess at even just the thought of having to talk to you. Mark was quick to pick up on how you had most of your classes together, and he was going to use this to his advantage. Only a month in to school, both his algebra teacher and his language arts teacher pulled him to the side to tell him that he wasn’t doing too good in their classes. It wasn’t that Mark was purposefully failing his classes in order to get you to tutor him, he never was all that amazing in school to begin with.

High school wasn’t even half as easy as middle school was. Getting anything lower than a C wasn’t going to cut it and now that he had two Ds, he planned on asking you for some help. When Mark did approach you and asked you to help him catch up with a couple of missing assignments and to help teach him some algebra formulas, you had a hard time believing he was even talking to you. In the beginning of your tutoring sessions, he was always quite the gentleman.

He’d give you his full attention, always waited till you were done talking before he’d ask you a question, he’d tell you silly jokes so that it wasn’t always about studying and learning and sometimes he would drop you home after your meetings. It didn’t take long for your tutoring sessions to turn in to something more and only three months after getting to know each other, he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Dating Mark was a dream you never think would become a reality. He was extremely kind hearted and took care of you in ways you didn’t think you’d be able to experience. You were shocked when he confessed that he’s liked you for all these years, and you were quick to admit the same to him. Knowing how your parents could be, you decided to keep your relationship with Mark a secret and he was very understanding about the entire thing.

The two of you would sneak around during and after school for the entirety of your high school years and your love for one another only grew stronger as the time went by. You fell in love with him in tiny little coffee shops, in the back of the library where you’d be making out together when you were supposed to be studying. You’d lie to your parents and say you were preparing for tests and picking up on extra credit when really you’d be lying in the back of Mark’s truck, cuddling in his arms while looking up at the stars.

Mark did a great job at helping you take your mind off of how perfect you were supposed to be. He was the breath of fresh air that you’ve always craved and now that you had him, you didn’t think you would be able to let him go. Ever. He made you feel like a little kid again; you actually got to experience all sorts of things you’ve wanted to do as a child through your relationship. It didn’t take you long to fall in love with him.

Being in love was an indescribable feeling. Every time something good happened to you, he was the first person you wanted to tell and whenever something bad happened, he was the shoulder you wanted to cry on. He always knew the right thing to say; but if there ever was a time he didn’t know how to respond to something, he would just hold you comfortingly while whispering sweet, encouraging words in your ear.

People claimed that perfect people didn’t exist and if that’s the case, then Mark came pretty close. You felt as if he was sent in your life to be your safe haven; your sanity. The burst of color in your world of black and white. He had a habit of telling you he loved you every single day and even if he weren’t to do so, his actions spoke for him. You don’t know how you did it, but you actually did a great job in hiding Mark from your parents for the last few years.

There were times where you did come pretty close to getting caught; whether it was because of how loud you didn’t think you were while talking on the phone with him, or when you’d come back home with swollen lips and tousled hair. It didn’t matter to you though. A part of you was ready for whatever response you’d receive from your parents. Honestly, Mark was the kind of guy you’d bring home to your parents; so you weren’t afraid of the idea of introducing him to your family.

The only thing you were really worried about was what they would say when they were to find out you were hiding a boyfriend from them for over six years. After graduating from high school, both you and Mark went straight in to college. You went in to study criminal law and he had high hopes of becoming an engineer. Three months in to college, Mark decided it wasn’t for him and as his girlfriend, although you were upset at the idea, you supported and trusted his choices.

College wasn’t for everybody. With that being said, it was then that you found out he wanted to become a songwriter. In the few years that you’ve known him for, not once did he ever talk about wanting to write songs. You didn’t think he was passionate about music in general let alone wanting to write music for artists but when he showed you a few of the songs he had wrote, with most of them being about you, you knew he was extremely talented.

Mark always had a way with words and now that you saw them written down on paper, you knew you’d continue to support his dreams and his future endeavors and that you would do anything to help him if he needed it. Before you knew it, four years came and gone and you graduated from college with your bachelor’s degree in criminal justice. It didn’t take too long for law firms to reach out to you with internships and to see if you were interested to work for their companies. Mark was also very successful with his career.

He started off small; he wrote a few things here and there for some up and coming artists but it wasn’t anything too major. No matter how patient he was, there were times he did grow discouraged and felt like giving up but you never allowed him to. You saw how passionate he was about writing. You’d watch him stay up trying to write down any ideas that would pop through his head.

The road to success wasn’t easy, but when he got an offer from a record company to write songs for a popular artist you both listened to, he was extremely over the moon and made sure to let you know your love, your patient, your support and your determination to help him succeed was what kept him going.

The day came where you felt like you were ready to tell your parents about the man you were head over heels in love with and the reaction you got wasn’t one you were expecting. When you brought him over for dinner, both your mother and your sister raved over how good looking he was and your brothers tried their best to come off as the older, overprotective brothers boyfriends wouldn’t want to mess with. But when they heard Mark played fortnite, they were sold.

Even your father took a liking to him once Mark told him his favorite football team were the Patriots. Everything seemed to be going perfectly and you were so upset with yourself for keeping him a secret for so long. It wasn’t until your mother asked him what he did for a living that things only went downhill from there. I’m a songwriter. You could still remember the grave look on your mom’s face and with the way she motioned for you to follow her and your father in to the living room while excusing the three of you from the table, you knew it wasn’t going to be good.

You were angry that she didn’t wait for dinner to be finished or even for Mark to go home before ridiculing him on his career. It was obvious that she wasn’t too happy to hear he was a musician but it didn’t matter what she thought. Hell, you didn’t care about what anyone in your family thought about him. You loved Mark, with every beat of your heart and there was nothing your parents could say or do to change your mind about him.

“You are to break up with that boy immediately.”

Your eyes widened in shock at your mother’s command and for the first time looking her, hell, looking at your parents, you didn’t feel afraid of them. This time, you had something beautiful worth fighting for. This wasn’t something minuscule; it wasn’t something you could just stop like piano lessons or tennis practice. This was an 8 year long relationship she was telling you to end and there was no way you were going to lose against your parents without putting up a fight.

“No.”

The scoff that came from your mother’s throat wasn’t unexpected. This was the first time ever you talked back to either of your parents. This was the first time you actually said the word no in your 23 years of existence and damn, it felt really good.

“Excuse me? Did you just tell your mother no? Y/n, he’s a musician! He will never be able to give you the life you deserve! That is not a career! You’ll be the one having to take care of your entire family, I refuse to let this man ruin your life. You’re going to throw away everything you’ve worked so hard for—for someone whose position in your life isn’t promised. You know better than this, there are plenty more men in the world with better jobs and probably better living situations. Mrs.Choi’s son is a—“

“I don’t give a shit about Mrs.Choi’s son or Mrs.Park’s son or anyone’s damn son for that matter. I love Mark. I am in love with Mark. I only want Mark. Mark is all I need. I don’t care about what his job title is. It makes him happy and he’s pretty fucking amazing at what he does. But like I said, I don’t give a shit what he does for a living. He could be a garbage man and I’d still love him with every fiber of my being because that’s what love is mom. Love is not money, it’s not a big mansion in Beverly Hills with a doctor husband and six cars I will probably never drive. Love is what I feel when I’m with Mark. He takes care of me. He makes me laugh when I’m sad, he makes me smile even in the most inconvenient situations. He does my laundry, cleans our apartment, blow dries my hair when I’m tired, takes me to and pays for all my doctor’s appointments. We’ve been together for almost 8 years and these last 8 years have been the best years of my entire life because of him. The two of you stripped away the entirety of my childhood from me and Mark was the fountain of youth to help me experience actually being a human.” If looks could kill, the glare your mother was sending you would have you six feet under, but you didn’t care.

“I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m grown. I’m an adult for crying out loud you guys can’t tell me what to do anymore. I’m sorry you can’t accept it but I love Mark and I plan on doing so for the rest of my life and there’s nothing either of you can say or do to change my mind.”

“If you leave with him tonight, you are never allowed back in to this house ever again.” The burst of confidence and bravery you had confessing your love for Mark and the fact that you had every intention of staying with him went right out the window at your mother’s ultimatum. Was she really making you choose between your boyfriend and your family? There was no way you could choose between the two of them. Yes, Mark was the best thing that’s ever happened to you. But to lose all contact with your family because your parents were being unfair and irrational with their decision? She didn’t even take the time to listen to your words; did she not care about your health, happiness and well-being? Here was a man putting her youngest daughter on a pedestal, giving her the entire world and more but yet she still couldn’t accept that. You didn’t know the consequences of your next few words, but it wasn’t even a question. “Mark, we’re leaving. Let’s go.”

Your boyfriend came out from the kitchen and you had a feeling he probably heard the entire conversation between you and your parents, but your mind was so focused on leaving before things could get any worse. “Y/n, wait, sweetie think about this—think about what you’re doing—are you really willing to give up your family for a boy?”

“A man—he’s a man and yes—he’s all the family I could ever need. He’s shown me more love and support in our 8 years of being together than either of you did in the last 23 years of my existence. If you were a really family, you’d accept Mark for who he is and what he does and you’d be happy with the fact that he takes such good care of me but no. Your pride, your reputation, your wealth, your social status and your ego are more important than my feelings and what I want. You don’t care about me. You never cared about me you just cared about what others would think about me and I’m sick of it. I’m done. Have a nice rest of your life. Assholes.”

You marched out of the house and a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders. With the rate you were walking, your boyfriend had to practically jog to catch up with you because you were filled with so many different emotions. Anger. Sadness. Grief. But no regret, nor any remorse. You knew you made the right decision in choosing Mark because not only did you choose Mark, you chose yourself. You were no longer going to allow your parents to dictate your life anymore.

“Baby—are you alright?” You gave him a sad smile before stealing a soft kiss from the corner of his mouth.

“Maybe not right now, but I will be. Take me home Mark.” Your siblings tried to get in touch with you for weeks, trying to get you to come back and to talk things out with your parents, but the damage was done. Neither of them were going to accept your relationship. It was a tough pill to swallow, but you accepted it for what it was.

Even if one day they came around and accepted Mark being a songwriter, there was no way you could ever forget the look of disgust on your mom’s face when Mark said what his job was nor could you forget how your dad just stood there and said nothing. It genuinely showed that neither of your parents really cared about you even if you were the star child out of the four of you and that’s what was hurting you the most.

Mark did his best to try and take your mind off what had happened and every time you’d look at him while he was sleeping, while he was cooking the two of you dinner or while the two of you would shower together, you’d see the glint in his eyes as he looked at you like you were one of the seven wonders of the world and you knew you made the right choice. You’d pick him again and again every single time.

He never brought up the fact that your parents didn’t accept his passion but you were sure it must have hurt him. Especially because that’s was caused you to be cut off from your entire family, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t extremely content with your decision. A few weeks ago, Mark got a call from the record company he was working for and gave him the opportunity to travel around Europe to work with a couple of the entertainers there and he didn’t hesitate to ask you to tag along with him.

The adventure started off in Italy, then you found yourselves in London and Greece. Each and every city was more than you could even imagine. The scenery was so beautiful, the food was delicious, the people were so sweet and the fact that you got to experience it all with your soulmate; your favorite person was a feeling you would never be able to fathom in to words.

Paris had to be your favorite place you had visited so far and you were sure it had to deal with the fact that it was the city of love and you were making the most of it with the love of your life by your side. It was currently winter in Paris right now; the temperature only grew colder as the days went by which is why you were shocked to see Mark outside on the balcony in only his underwear, but the sight did make your cheeks pink.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him naked, you always got so shy and flustered. He was freezing cold when you finally found your way behind him, you placed your chin on his shoulder blade and left a soft kiss there while lazily wrapping your arms around his hips. The giggle that fell from your lips at the feeling of your bare chest against his back couldn’t be helped, he was so cold and the frost nipped at your skin.

It took you a few moments to notice the cigarette in his hand and when you did, you grew worried. Mark hated cigarettes. He hated the smell and hated the negative effect they had on people’s bodies. However, you noticed he began smoking them after working with a well-known rapper who claimed that smoking helped him relax. It was a habit you weren’t too fond of; you knew it was probably damaging his lungs and you could taste the ash in his kisses, but you knew something had to be bothering him for him to want to even start smoking so you never tried stopping him.

For the last month, you haven’t seen a pack of cigarettes lying around the place nor did the scent linger on his clothes so you knew there was a chance he stopped. Seeing that ugly death stick in between his fingers made your blood boil; you didn’t want anything happening to his health because of a stupid decision he‘d make whenever he was upset.

“Go back to bed baby. I’ll be there soon, I just needed a little break. I’m fine.” You’ve been with Mark long enough to know when he was lying. You didn’t have to see him; the lack of confidence in his voice and the way he tensed up against your body made it clear that something was indeed on his mind, and there was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep knowing he was overthinking.

“Talk to me Mark. Something is obviously bothering you and I want to be able to help you.” He released a long sigh before putting out the cigarette and turning to face you. His eyes were red and puffy and there were dried tears on his cheeks.

The idea of him crying made your heart hurt; he was always the strong one in your relationship. No matter how rough life would get for him, he never showed that he was having a hard time. He hated burdening other people, especially you. So all his battles, he’d keep to himself. You hated that he never confided in you the way you always seemed to with him. You wanted to be able to help him carry the burden or to help fight the war in his mind that he was battling alone.

“Why did you do it?” You immediately looked at him in confusion. What was he talking about? What did you do that could be causing him so much distress and frustration?

“Mark—“

“You gave up everything to be with me. You’re completely cut off from your parents, you gave up your job at the law firm, you had to sell your car, you left all your friends without any explanation as to why you were leaving—just for me. I can’t give you everything that I want to just yet. I can’t promise to give you a big house, a nice car—we’ve been together for years and I have every intention on marrying you y/n but I can’t afford to buy you the ring of your dreams—I’m honestly nothing. I’m a college dropout trying to become a renowned songwriter y/n. Sure, I’ve been getting quite a few amazing opportunities but it isn’t enough for us to be set for the rest of our lives nor can we really be comfortable. Like your mom said, there are many men out there who’d be able to take care of you in the ways that I can’t. All I can do is love you y/n, and fuck. I love you more than you can even fathom yourself. But you deserve so much more and sometimes love isn’t enough—“

“Do you hear yourself right now? Are you really asking me why I left my life behind to be with you? My family, I love them dearly. But you know how I feel about my parents, how they sheltered me, overprotected me, forced me in to doing things I didn’t want to. They never did care about how I felt; not once did they stop and think maybe they were working me to the bone. I was never happy Mark. Until you came in to my life and I really don’t know what I would do if I were to lose you. I’m assuming you must’ve heard what my mom said and don’t you dare listen or even think what she said was true. You are not nothing Mark. You are so talented, so hardworking, so passionate and dedicated and if anyone deserves the world baby—it’s you. I meant what I said when I told her I couldn’t give less of a shit about any materialistic things. What’s a fucking Porsche going to do for me if my husband neglects me? What’s a big house if the person that I love isn’t there to share it with me?” You brought your hand up to cup his cheek and released a sigh of relief when he leaned in to your palm.

“You and I could live in a fucking box and I wouldn’t care and you wanna know why? Because you’re there. All I need is you. I don’t care where we go, who we meet, how much money we have in our bank accounts; as long as I have you right beside me, I’m not worried about anything. I can get another car Mark, I can find another job, I can make new friends—but there is never going to be another you. So stop beating yourself up about the decisions I made in the last few months. I did it for us. I did it because I love you. I will never love anyone the way I love you. Now get it out of your head that I deserve someone better than you because a man like that doesn’t exist. And yes—your love is enough Mark. It’s all that matters to me. The way you take care of me when I’m sick, or hold me close as we watch a scary movie. The way you take a bite out of my food to make sure it isn’t too hot, although I feel like you use that as an excuse just to try my food. The way you can be so tired, yet you want to sit down and listen to me go on about my day. You love me Mark. You never fail to say it, but it means more to me because you never fail to show it either.” At this point, his tears were flowing steadily from the bird of his eyelids and you found yourself wiping them away every time new tears fell.

“A person’s job title, the amount of education they’ve received, the kind of car they drive and the house they live in; none of that matters babe. I know you probably hear this all the time, but it’s what the inside that matters. Genuinely. All the wealth, the riches, it doesn’t make you better than anyone else. Your personality, your selflessness, your golden heart, your generosity, your patience, the love you never fail to show others, that’s why I fell in love with you. Oh—and your stupidly handsome looks but that’s besides the point. I’d go wherever it is that you’ll go. Whatever you need me to do, or be in order to help you grow as an artist or just a human being in general, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you Mark Tuan. And one day, when everything works out with your career, we can rub it in my parents faces. No more tears my love. It’s just you and I; and that’s what makes me the most happy. Oh—and I don’t need a big wedding or a huge diamond ring to get me to marry you. You could get me a ring pop for all I care. I just want to be with you. We could honestly elope in one of the hotel’s chapels if that’s what you want.”

He didn’t miss a beat before bringing his hands on either side of your face and roughly connecting your lips together. His mouth was warm and wet against yours, his kisses were rough and needy. It’s as if he was putting everything he wanted to say to you in to the kiss. How grateful he was for you. How much you meant to him. How much he loved you more than his heart could genuinely handle. Mark knew he needed to continue fighting for his dream in order to prove to you that you made the right decision in choosing him. Soon, the atmosphere was filled of sexual tension and it didn’t take too long for you to feel something hard against your thigh.

“I just—I hope—fuck. Thank you baby. I could never thank you enough for everything that you’ve done and continue to do for me. You’re the most ethereal being to walk on this earth you know that. I really, really do not deserve you but I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’m sure happy you chose me. Don’t tempt me, I might just go down to the gift shop and get you that ring pop. I love you—so fucking much my beautiful girl. God , only you could make me hard as a rock while I’m in the middle of crying—I know it’s 3 A.M, and I promised I would take you to the Champs-Élysées later on today, but I really want to show you just how grateful I am for you. I also kinda want to solve this problem in my pants and fuck the shit out of you so let’s go baby. You might have to rent a motor chair to get around once I’m done with you.”

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perksofbeingaharrie · 5 years ago

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PICTURE THIS - part: 4

FRIENDS TO LOVERS FIC

Lesson learnt for life - ‘Shri, never post a fic unless you’ve completed written ALL of it’

Welp, I am really not the best at being punctual. My writer’s block can be absolute brutal IM SO SO SORRY YOU GUYS.

So idk if people remember this story now so here's little recap:

RECAP: Y/N is Harry’s tour photographer and through this they become close and develop a strong friendship. But when you are spending every second of your day with someone, feelings are bound to occur. As the American leg of his tour comes to an end, a little tussle here and there leads to Harry admitting his feelings for her and them getting a little tipsy and ending up spending a night together.

Now the morning after is not the most pleasant and expectant for them. Find out in Part - 4!

Genre: angst

PICTURE THIS - part:4

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The morning after is never the easiest. And they knew and had fathomed so the moment Harry’s alarm blared out loud at 8 in the morning.

Harry was careful to have turned it off the second it made a sound and he turns around on his bed, hoping to sleep beside her a little longer. A little longer before both of them would dread and regret it – but mostly her.

But to his much dismay, when he turns over, she has sat up and thrown her feet down the bed on her side, giving him her back as the first view of the morning since yesterday night.

“Y/N.” He calls out, not realizing it, and later feels that his calling happened to have alarmed her even more.

She hurriedly snatches the top of the sheets and dashes for the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way. Harry falls back on the bed, defeated and closes his eyes shut to process everything from the night before.

What a disaster it was to bring to their friendship.

With the same lingering thought in her head, she changed into her clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Harry is already outside waiting for her, clad in only his boxers and he immediately jumps to his feet on seeing her.

“Y/N…”

“Last night…” She begins.

“I meant it.” He says before she gets to finish her sentence. She looks up at him from the ground, flushed. “I meant everything, I swear.”

Her mouth parts but the loss of words makes her retract back. She feels weak in the knees as she throws the sheet she had carried with her on the ground and takes a deep breath.

“How did we even end up doing that?”

He cringes at her choice of words. “I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “I really don’t. But it means a lot to me-“

“Oh, for god’s sake please stop saying that!” She raises her voice. “It is not making me feel any better, Harry.”

He gulps, looking away. “I am sorry.”

She takes a deep breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know.” He says, looking at her again. “I think you take some time to think this over. To go through whatever you felt last night – just think about them again.”

“I-“

“I really thought it would be easy to just be your friend. Just let you go on some occasions, to let you not give me time but – but, I don’t think I can do that.” He breathes. “I don’t want to be just your friend, Y/N. I don’t want to be just a part of your time; I don’t want you to choose anybody else but me; and I don’t want to have to lose you to somebody else.”

Her heart shakes frantically inside her.

“Y/N, I want to be something more to you than just your – your friend.” He finishes, shakily breathing himself. “And I won’t put you through any pressure. You can think over this, I swear. As much time as you want, as many days as you’d like – all my time is yours now. I promise.”

She looks away from him, not ready to absorb all that he has said. Why is there a hesitation now? Why can she not speak up at all? Where is her resolved mind on this?

“We have a flight to catch.” She finally says. “I’ll see you there.”

She left the room right after.

Harry shed some meaningless tears thereafter, not sure what was it that was making him cry so much as he stood under the shower, reliving the night. He packed his luggage then and he also packed her purse she had left behind in the check-in luggage, clearly with no resolve to return it to her soon.

He cannot believe he said everything to her. He places his hand on his heart now and then, feeling it beating for real and comes to it that it really was no dream.

He really meant everything he said, everything he did. He has never experienced this panic and anxiety in a long time as he had when he saw her be so cold and not feel comfortable with him. Why was this discomfort? Was it because of the line they had drawn on their relationship? Of just being friends?

He thought of their life if they weren’t just friends but something more. Though the thought of always having her around and them being together always felt a little obsessive in a way but he did not ever want her compromising and being with someone else.

When they were seated in the airplane after a lot of running around and checking in, their eyes met when she was walking past his seat to the hers.

They locked eyes but she spoke nothing with them either. She appeared shaky and confused and she rushed past, and in that moment, another thought occurred to him.

What if she did not feel the same way as him? What if the amount of happiness and love she has shown and given him, he hasn’t been able to give her the same? He thought of the other people she could be with and if they would give her happiness she truly deserves and he undermines his ability to give her the same.

The sullen thoughts keep him up the entire flight. He does not turn around to look out for her; he does not get up even once thinking he might crash into her and shake her resolve – which could also be to not be with him.

And he accepted how things were until she would herself want to come around.

She extends her legs up to where her seats allow, breathing out loud as if she has been tired for so long. She hasn’t let her mind think over too much – all she did was pack her stuff in, rush over to the airport with the others and check in as soon as she could and be home.

But now in the dim lights of her the airplane, she feels her mind kick back in all that happened to her. And not just memories of last night and this morning but all and everything that her life has been this past few months.

Meeting Harry, spending that one night together just getting to know each other, becoming friends without the spell of that uncomfortable confrontation, The entire tour, private photoshoots, cooking for each other, drinking, laughing and finally yesterday.

If only he could have straight away asked her what she felt and not guilt tripped her this way. Why was she even taking time? She has loved him for all this while and now when he is admitting it to her, what in the bloody hell is holding her back?

She bites her lip in the sudden spur of excitement. God, everything he does to her can never not make her feel like electricity sparking through her. Even right now.

In the aftermath of it all, she decides to tell him everything when they off of this flight. They will start afresh and they will start all bright.

“Gahh, I’m done.” Sameera, one of the management faculty and a close friend, sighs beside her as she shuts her laptop down. She had been working on and on since they had departed, going about writing mails and what not and up till now, Y/N had not thought to ask what it was.

“Finally…” Y/N drawls in the same tone as her. Sameera chuckles and puts away her laptop and stretches her legs.

“It’s gonna be hectic once again when we get to London. I can’t really sit straight, can I?” She grunts.

“Why?”

“Ah, just management stuff, man. There is never just one thing I am dealing with – it all just comes plummeting down.”

Y/N gives a pat to her shoulder. “You’ll be fine, babe. And let me know if I can help with anything. I would, I swear I would.”

Sameera gladly smiles and places her head on her shoulder. Then she opens her laptop and begins to work again. Y/N reads over certain words looking over her head and her curiosity perks up.

“Can I ask you what the assignment is on?”

Mindlessly, Sameera answers back, too indulged in her work. “We’re hooking Harry up with a name. You know, pretend to be involved and stuff. It helps keep the tour in the news and of course, Harry’s name too.”

“Hooking him up?”

“Yeah, like fake dating. But Harry does meet them up and many a times he’s liked them and been with them too for a while.”

Y/N’s silence makes Sameera explain a bit more.

“It’s just PR stunting. It’s been a part of the cycle for some time now. Harry’s okay with it too now I think. He meets them, likes them so hangs out with them or dislikes them and we try to shake off the rumour within a month or two. It’s just how it is.”

There is no more information shared. Sameera is on her work for some time and then she naps away the rest of the flight.

Y/N stays up, too shaken by the reality thrashing her in the face. She was taking chances by betting to be with a star – someone always in the limelight, always living for the limelight. She doubts if she will be able to hold up amidst all this glamour; and hurting one another is the last thing she would want to happen.

She closes her eyes and waits for this time to pass too.

It was close to almost a week since they had returned. The concerts scheduled thereafter were in two days from today and things were very hectic.

She was called in throughout rehearsals and back stage shooting. She would do her work and leave.

He would come over and do his part. He, however, would leave with a longing heart.

It wasn’t easy at all to ignore him. They would end up speaking a few words here and there but the silence that filled right after was impossible to be shaken. The walls that she had begun to build around herself to protect both him and her were starting to bother Harry more than he could imagine.

She saw him shrink more and more into himself and she only hoped he would understand her without having to say anything.

But, he finally loses patience and calls her up today.

When she reaches his place after the call, she is only carrying her camera bag and nothing more, and she rings the bell.

“Come in.” He tells her at the door, walking into his house and leaving her outside.

She closes the door on our way and follows behind him, entering the balcony.

“Let’s get started.” He purses his lips, clasping his hands together.

She nods, placing her camera on the nearby table to her. Sighing, she looks up at him.

“Why are we doing this again?”

He chuckles, humourless. “We always did this – informal photoshoots. Just you, me and you camera.” He throws him arms exaggeratedly towards her camera.

She hesitates, breathing shakily. “No, I meant…why now?” Beginning to unpack her stuff, she continues. “You have your show in like 2 days, why get into this hassle now?”

She watches as he turns his back on her and stretches, all out of restlessness. She gulps and decided to shut up.

“Okay, I am ready-“

His chuckle again makes her stop. “Funny how things we previously did for fun now seem like a hassle, do they now?”

He stands by the railing of the balcony, leaning on it with his arms spread to his sides and gives her a sad look. She cannot say a word to him and only looks him in the eyes with the same look as his.

He takes his eyes off immediately and breaks the tension.

“Let’s get started.”

The shoot is simple. He is in a soft cotton shirt with a few unbuttoned buttons on the top and bottom, and the light wind in the balcony flows around the light material, matching the lost, dewy look of the shoot.

She keeps on going clicking pictures. He almost would always tell her when to stop but today he doesn’t. He lets her keep doing her job as much as she can, telling him to pose, to look somewhere else and everything. She has no clue to how ask him if he is done.

The sun sets in the background. The natural light that they had depended on now turns to dark and this makes the perfect excuse for her to step back.

“Guess we are done.” She says, pulling her camera to herself to preview.

“No.” Harry ascertains, making her look up once again at his somber tone. “Try with the flash this time.”

She gulps, letting out a dry chuckle, tired with the brutal behavior of his.

“Harry, please.” Her voice is low and tired. “Let’s stop.”

His fists ball at his sides. He feels all the pent-up emotion, the remorse, the pain come back to him and he takes two long steps towards her to now stand right with just an inch of a distance between their noses.

“Stop what?” He grits through his teeth. “Stop even being friends? Even talking and being as we were? Why?”

She steps back one, shaky with the proximity. Her mouth opens to speak but he cuts her to it.

“Scratch that. I want my answer. I want to know what do you want from this and what it meant for you to be in my arms that night, kissing me, touching-“

“Harry!” She cries. Her face softens as their eyes meet – his rage and angst all making her heart pound.

She turns on her heel and scurries back inside the house, picking her camera bag from the floor.

He is trailing right behind her. “Y/N –“

“I just don’t want to hurt any one of us.” She turns around to face him again, putting a little distance between the two of them.

“And what about this? Is this not testing enough?!” He cries back at her.

“Harry-“

“Okay, no, no, wait.” He walks over to her. “You told me you love me that day. You told me you love me – didn’t you?”

She closes her eyes, nodding. “I do, I love you so, so much.”

He cracks a half grin. “Then what is it? I love you too, so much. More than you can imagine.”

“You don’t get it.” Shaking her head, she continues. “We are so much less involved in each other’s life when we are friends. You realize being together would complicate it all so, so much.”

“What is the complication for? It is all in your head.”

“Harry!” She puts him down with one raise of her voice. “Please. Understand this; you live in this bubble around all the glam and you have things to do that you are bound to – there is no way you can avoid them.” She pauses. “I am a simple girl. All I seek is small things, sought out things – simple things.”

He shuts up then. His voice holds no longer the desperate tone. He is confused, severely at that, and now all he wants is answers.

“What is it about my life? You’ve been with me for the entire tour, Y/N. I don’t think I did anything for you to feel that my life could be any complicated -“

“Harry, I was with you but always from a distance. You have your commitments, your duties as an artist that you’ve got to fill –“

“You’re going round in circles, saying the same thing over and over again, Y/N.” He cries out.

She takes a deep breath and squares up to spill the truth. “I do not understand this whole thing about going from dating one person to another.”

His eyes squint in surprise. “What-“

“Yes, you’ll have to be with multiple people at times, all through the year and you’ve done that in the past too-“

“Have you ever tried to understand this whole thing or are you just making assumptions –“

“It is the truth, Harry, and that is what gets to me every time I think –“

“Will you let me explain what this whole thing is and how it goes or –“

“No, Harry!” She shouts this time. “This is how you guys are. You go around jumping from one person to date to another – what would you do with being with a commoner? What good would she do to you? Will you get the same kind of promotions, be in the same way in the news, will remain as popular as ever?”

He opens and closes his mouth, her words hitting like spikes to his heart.

“Okay, okay.” She takes a breath out, calming. “Just give it a thought, you know – think a bit logically and realistically. You will need to think about your career at the end of the day. I get it, I get it, there is feelings and all but if we do get together, neither of us would be happy because – because our professional lives and image would keep clashing and –“

Both of them know she is blabbering like a mess now.

He takes a step back from her, rubbing his hands over his face. “Yeah, yeah –“

“You understand me, right? You get it too.” She tries to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah!” He says to loudly and quickly. “I get it. Absolutely. Perfectly.”

They both takes long breaths and look at one another. Their eyes blood shot red, and their faces show the tiredness and hopelessness. They both know this is in no way sought out.

Finally, with the same expressions on his face, he tells her, “Now, get out.”

She feels an invisible force push her steps back to the door. She accepts the defeat and the end and she nods.

“Trust me, this is for the best, Harry.”

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gaylotusthatexists · 5 years ago

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together and alone

pairing: royality

summary: Roman has dated hundreds of people, but only ever fallen in love once. It just so happens that that one person managed to slip away.

trigger warnings: mentions of break ups, let me know if i need to add anything

word count: 1345

a/n: day twenty nine!!! today’s prompt was ‘the one that got away’. i wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret that b u t i wrote this and had a fun time, sooo i hope y’all enjoy!!!

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Roman dated a lot of people.

It wasn’t something he did consciously, although some people certainly thought that. He didn’t want to date everyone on the planet, even though that’s what everyone else thought his plan was. Still, he found himself with a new person almost every other week, a new face to fantasise over, a new hand to hold. Boys, girls, everyone in between. Afterwards, Roman rarely remembered their names, and never remembered their faces.

He’d let them go, rather quickly. A few dates, maybe, a kiss in the park or a cuddle on his sofa, but never anything serious. He’d been out with hundreds of people before, and yet had never once fallen in love. He tried, he tried so hard to love somebody, to love anybody, but there was nothing. So he tried again and again, whenever someone left he’d just find someone new. It wasn’t difficult, there was always someone who’d want to be with him, he just... wished he would be able to reciprocate those feelings for someone else.

It wasn’t as if he hated being single. In truth, Roman didn’t even care about being in a relationship. More than anything, he hated the idea of being alone. So he surrounded himself with love, surrounded himself with people who would give him attention, and try to give those people attention back, there just... wasn’t anyone for him.

Well, there was one person, once. A boy, by the name of Patton. They’d met in a coffee shop and dated for around two weeks - longer than most of Roman’s relationships, actually. They’d talked, a lot, stayed up till four in the morning watching movies together, hung out every day at that same coffee shop. Patton was the first person that Roman could actually imagine spending the rest of his life with - he was sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and saw the world through different eyes, made Roman aware of all the amazing things he was missing in life. Whenever Roman laid eyes on Patton, his heart would flutter, and that perfect smile, that happy sparkle in his eyes had never left Roman’s mind.

But that relationship had ended almost as quickly as it started. Patton had to move away, across the country. The night he left Roman had cried, cried for hours. He’d never cried over a break up before. He supposed... Most of his break ups were inevitably, his relationships were rarely born of a desire to fall in love with one another, to spend the rest of his life with that person, but with Patton it had. He... If they had had more time together, Roman imagined he would have fallen in love with Patton, lived happily ever after.

But Patton had a life of his own, and Roman didn’t want to hold him back. Roman himself wasn’t entirely willing to do long distance - he needed someone there with him, to hold him, or just to talk to face to face. Long distance wouldn’t make Roman happy, and in turn Patton would be unhappy. And besides, Patton deserved to get out there and find the one for him, a new love, one he could be with for real. Roman missed him, he missed him so much, but he hoped that Patton was happy, that Patton had found his own knight in shining armour, that he’d fallen in love and gotten his happy ending. Even if Roman would never get that for himself.

After Patton left, Roman found himself drifting back into his old routine. A new partner every week or so, only staying around for a couple days before moving on, staring at his ceiling and thinking of Patton with another’s arm around his chest, kissing strangers and dancing with acquaintances, numb to romance but desperately craving it.

One afternoon, Roman found himself in that coffee shop again, waiting for someone new to show up. Some girl he’d met on Tinder the night before, he was pretty sure her name was Valerie, or something like that. He stared at the door, waiting for her to walk in, as his coffee slowly grew colder. She was ten minutes late by now, and Roman was beginning to question whether she’d even turn up - a lot of them didn’t, and Roman never really cared.

A familiar face walked through the door. Not the girl he’d spoken to, or even any of his exes. No, that was...

His eyes widened. Patton? But that... He’d moved away? Unless- Unless Roman was just imagining him, or mixing him up for someone else, or...

Patton locked eyes with him, realisation also spread across his face. Roman felt his phone buzz in his pocket, but ignored it, as he stood up and made his way over to Patton, floating through the air against his will, not that he was complaining, exactly. Patton stepped towards him as well, taking out one headphone and tilting his lips up into a smile. He looked almost exactly like how Roman remembered, down to the freckles on his cheeks.

“Roman, you-“

“Patton,” Roman breathed, smiling now himself. “I-“

The two stood facing each other in silence for a while, before Patton quickly told Roman that he was going to get a drink, and that he’d join him in a moment. Roman nodded and returned to his seat, leg bouncing up and down in anticipation. It had been ages since he last saw Patton, and now...

Roman took his phone out his pocket whilst he waited, noting that the girl he’d been planning on meeting up with had cancelled - that was good, maybe that was a sign from whatever higher power was up there. Eventually, Patton returned, sitting down opposite him and sliding a drink his way.

“You still like caramel frapuccinos, right?” Patton asked.

Roman grinned. “Yeah! It’s still my favourite, actually.”

Patton giggled. “Yeah, you ordered this every single date we- I mean, everyone time we hung out.”

Roman hummed. “Yeah. And you’d always order something different.”

“I wanted to try all of them!” Patton defended. “To find out which one was best!”

Roman smiled at him, and, for a few moments, they just continued smiling at each other, almost as though they were making up for all those lost smiles over the years. Eventually, Patton glanced down at the table, and Roman reached out a hand. Smiling again, Patton twisting his fingers around Roman’s, squeezed his hand tight.

“I missed you, y’know?” Roman said, softly.

Patton glanced up, tears beginning to form in his eyes. “I... I missed you as well.”

Back to smiling. Fond smiles. Happiness in the air around them.

Roman cleared his throat. “So, uh, what brings you back here?”

“Oh, I moved back to the city a few days ago,” Patton explained. “For work reasons. They transferred me back here, it’s kind of a mystery for me as well.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Thought I’d stop by here again, I missed this place. You?”

“Oh, uh...” Roman wasn’t entirely sure how to phrase this without ruining his second shot with Patton. Assuming he even had a shot - for all he knew, Patton was already in another relationship. Well, he supposed it was better to just get it out. “I was actually on a date.” He couldn’t help but notice Patton’s face fall. “But! Said date actually just cancelled, which is nice. So...”

There was silence for a moment, before Patton perked up again. “If you’re still... looking for a date, you may want to know that I am currently single.”

Roman looked into his eyes, blush forming across his cheeks. Did that mean-

“Unless you aren’t interested anymore, of course,” Patton said. “I... It’s been a while, I know. And, uh-“

“I’d love to rekindle our relationship, Patton,” Roman said, moving his other hand across the table as well, so all of their fingers were intertwined.

Patton just smiled, a relieved look on his face. Perhaps Patton had been missing Roman just as much as Roman had been missing him. “I’m never leaving again.”

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jeontaeh · 4 years ago

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THIRTY NINE³⁹

✫ ✬ ✭ ✬ ✫

Taehyung walked into the dining room of the palace, and then stalled when he saw the rest of the boys (except Jungkook) there, all smiling and talking within each other. "Tae!" Namjoon called when he saw him, and Taehyung rushed up to them.

"They gave us tablets- we can contact our school now! Plus they've given us enough fuel and a map back to Scora VZ2," Namjoon said excitedly, Scora VZ2 being their planet. Taehyung let out a small smile.

"Seriously?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin smiled, clicking on his tablet.

"You know, being away from my tablet and phone and laptop for so long- I really felt like the seven of us connected more. I mean, if you go outside these days everyone's on their phones or something, y'know? I was really upset about our circumstances at first, but I'm kinda happy it ended up this way," Jimin said, and Lavender smiled.

"Yes. I'm glad your circumstances ended up this way, or else I would've never escaped that goddamn prison cell." Lav sighed, and then looked at Taehyung. "They gave me a pod that will take me back home."

"You're going back to Nour, Lav? I thought you said you'd come with us," Jin said, and Lavender's breath hitched. Taehyung saw Jimin tense up a little and walk away.

Lavender looked down. "I-I don't know. I have a responsibility back home. One that I detest... but it's a must. My parents are already very angry with me. The reason I got abducted in the first place was that I was running away from home." Lavender said, twirling her fingers around her waist length hair nervously.

"Then don't go back, Lavvie. Stay with us. Come to Scora. It's great there. The weather's always amazing." Yoongi said. "Plus, you can apply to the Space Academy! Or- or do whatever you want! You don't have to be tied down into a monarchy you don't want to be a part of."

Lavender gulped, looking down at her long hair. "I guess. I-I don't know, I will think about it. Thank you Min Yoongi."

Taehyung walked up to Jimin, who had a plate full of mashed potatoes. Taehyung watched Jimin dig a spoon into the mashed potatoes and stuff it into his mouth, tears in his eyes. He gulped it down and then looked at Taehyung. "I don't want her to go."

"I know. I'm sorry, Jiminie. I don't want her leaving either. She's one of my best friends." Taehyung said, and Jimin ate another bite, sniffling.

"E-everyone I've dated or been w-with in the past only c-cared about sex or-or was just plain mean. And f-finally I met someone..." Jimin squeaked and then groaned. "Why the fuck are these mashed potatoes s-so good?"

"I'm pretty sure they add cocaine in them. And Jimin, if you really feel that way then talk to her about it. I don't think she wants to go back either." Taehyung said, patting Jimin's head. Jimin nodded and then continued eating his mashed potatoes.

"Isn't it funny," Taehyung said, and then bit his lip. "We came all the way here for one main reason, to find my mother- and- and yet I never did," Taehyung said. Jimin frowned.

"Didn't that Queen bitch say that she was a slave here?"

"But she won't tell me! There's like a thousand slaves at this palace. How do I find her?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin hummed. He looked at the butler who was walking towards Namjoon.

"Hey. Butler dude. Who is Taehyung's mother tell us NOW or die."

"Jimin!!" Hoseok hissed with widened eyes, telling him to shut up. Jimin just frowned. "No! It's not fair! You tricked us so now you have to tell us!"

The butler looked hesitant, almost a little scared. He walked up to Taehyung. "Look. I don't think you want to know about your mother. It'll only lead to more confusion and-"

"Shut up!" Taehyung snapped, and everyone froze and looked at him with widened eyes, all the maids. "I don't care. I've gotten stuck here because of you guys. This isn't something small for me, okay? I've been waiting for this for 20 goddamn years- so I have a right to know who my mother is." Taehyung irked, eyes darkened grey. "You don't know how it feels."

The butler paused, and then looked down, sighing. "Ugh- fine. I'll tell you who it is." The butler mumbled. "But after the Queen leaves for her day trip- because there's no way she can find out I'm telling you this." The butler snapped, and Taehyung hummed.

Taehyung watched as the butler walked away, and then let out a sigh of relief. He looked at the boys with smiles, and they looked weary but smiled too. The doors of the dining room opened and Jungkook ran in, looking stressed.

"T-Tae-" Jungkook said, rushing up to him. Taehyung frowned, and Jungkook had tears in his eyes. "The rocket ship is stuck in my ass."

"That's a sentence I don't want to know the context of." Jimin said and then ran away.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by his arm and dragged him to the side. "I'm feeling sick," Jungkook said, pouting. "I-I threw up. I don't know why. I think it's the shrimp from last night."

"Oh," Taehyung said, and then gulped, pausing for a few seconds. "Yeah. Um. Yeah, it's probably the shrimp."

"Also the rocket ship- it- it got stuck in-"

"For fuck's sake, Jungkook," Taehyung said softly, and Jungkook looked down. "How do you always end up in these kinds of things, baby?"

"I-I don't know. Don't be mean." Jungkook squeaked, playing with his fingers. Taehyung ruffled his hair and then took his hand gently and led him into a washroom in the side.

Minutes later, and Jungkook was half naked, blushing brightly as Taehyung chuckled fondly into his ear and found the toy rocket (shaped like a pointy buttplug) half an inch into his ass.

"Baby there's no way you couldn't find this by yourself," Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked up at him, biting his bottom lip.

"I know. I wanted you to do it, though." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung smirked and slowly pulled it out of Jungkook's ass, making Jungkook clench his eyes at the drag. Taehyung took it out and chucked it into the waste bin.

"You're so cute," Taehyung said and squeezed Jungkook's ass in his hands. Jungkook put his hands over Taehyung's shoulders, kissing him firmly.

They left the bathroom and then saw their friends in the dining room. Along with their friends was the butler, Zaivis, saying something to them. "Your ship is ready for you to leave."

"Not until you tell me who my mother is," Taehyung said, and the butler sighed. "Okay, jeez, I'll tell you."

"Where's Lavender?" Jungkook asked, after finding that she wasn't there. Jimin was sitting sadly on one of the chairs. "In our room," Jimin said.

Jungkook walked out of the dining room and rushed to Jimin and Lavender's room. He found it in the sleeping chambers and rushed into their bedroom. He saw the bathroom door open and rushed towards it, and gasped when he saw Lavender holding a fat pair of scissors.

"No! Lavender! I know I said mean things before but PLEASE don't cut your hand off." Jungkook let out, and Lavender frowned, turning around to look at him.

"What? Relax." Lavender said and looked back at the mirror. "I'm just cutting my hair."

"Oh," Jungkook said and walked into the washroom. "That's fun. A fun little trim before the trip back home-"

Jungkook screamed when Lavender chopped off her hair till her ear. "WHAT! What are you doing?!"

"I said I'm cutting my hair, Jeon Jungkook!" Lavender said, and Jungkook saw her long hair fall to the ground, and his mouth fell.

"But-" Jungkook began, and then Lavender grabbed her other side of long luscious hair and chopped it off, and all of it fell to the floor as well. Jungkook gulped. "W-why?"

"Princesses must be pretty and have long hair and must marry men who are tall and well built- and I don't want any of that!" Lavender snapped, and Jungkook had never seen her so serious. All her hair was cut off now. She just had a pixie cut now.

"Lav if you don't want to go back then you shouldn't," Jungkook said, and Lavender began cutting some strands from the side which were sticking out or too long. "You don't owe your planet shit."

"I have to go back," Lavender said in a small voice, and then looked at herself in the mirror. Her olive skin stood out, white hair in a pixie cut now. "My sisters Violet and Lilac are waiting for me."

Jungkook burst into giggled. "Why are your parents so into purple?"

"Girl, I've got no clue. At least I wasn't named 'mauve' or some shit." Lav said, and she and Jungkook burst out giggling again.

"I think your hair looks really cool." Jungkook said, and Lavender smiled at him. "Let's go back. Taehyung's going to meet his mom."

✭

Taehyung walked with the butler down the hallways. The butler was tall, short grey hair looked middle-aged, had soft silver skin and looked... scared. Taehyung felt bad for forcing the guy to do all this, but he couldn't help it.

"How's your home planet?" Zaivis the butler asked, and Taehyung hummed to himself.

"Don't need to make small talk, man. Just take me to her." Taehyung said, and Zaivis snickered. Both walked till the servant chambers, and Taehyung's breath hitched when they reached a certain room.

Zaivis opened a door. Taehyung waited with his heart beating rapidly, and then saw the maid from earlier sitting inside. Lailah.

Zaivis went in and whispered something to her, and Lailah looked up with big eyes. "W-what?"

Taehyung stood hesitantly. Lailah walked up from her seat and walked up to Taehyung. "You- you're from Scora?"

"Yeah," Taehyung said, trying his hardest not to smile. She had long grey hair, deep silver skin, and had dimples and deep blue eyes. "Y-you're... um, you're my-"

Lailah smiled. She looked at Zaivis, and then back at Taehyung, and then gulped. "Okay, I can't do this."

"What?" Taehyung asked, and Lailah sighed.

"Look, I'm not your mom." Lailah said, and Taehyung froze. "Zaivis is forcing me to say this."

"Screw you Lailah. Can't trust anybody around here!" Zaivis snapped, and Taehyung frowned.

"Okay, look. If it's such a big fucking problem then I don't need to know." Taehyung said, feeling disheartened, disappointed. "I didn't think you guys would be so... unwelcoming and cold. That's not the stories I read about Jupiter." Taehyung mumbled, and then took a step back.

"I just thought it'd be easier. Whatever, sorry for wasting your time." Taehyung said, and then turned around and walked away.

Lailah looked at Zaivis. "Just tell him the truth, Zaivis."

"It's not that easy." Zaivis mumbled under his breath, and then followed Taehyung.

Taehyung rushed outside the palace where their spaceship was and saw his friends standing beside it. He walked up to them. Jimin smiled at him. "Did you meet her-"

"No. It's whatever. I guess she's dead or whatever." Taehyung grumbled, and Yoongi frowned.

"Woah, hey- what's wrong? Don't say stuff like that, Tae-"

"I don't care anymore, Yoongi. I got my hopes up too high and my exact worst nightmare happened. I don't want this to get ruined further. I'm glad to come back to my roots. Now I can go back to my other ones." Taehyung said.

The doors of the palace opened and Jungkook rushed out. Behind him, Lavender rushed out.

"Lavender?" Jimin let out, frowning. "Oh my god- Lav! Your hair!"

"I cut it," Lavender said, rushing up to Jimin. "Park Jimin, listen. These last two weeks I spent with you were the best of my life." Lavender said softly, and Jimin tensed.

"You don't have to say all this. I-I swear- it'll make it worse." Jimin mumbled, and Lavender shook her head.

"No. You must know. I-I feel very fond for you in my heart. I like you very much and- a-and-" Lavender began, tears filling in her big black eyes. "I'm s-sorry I have to go,"

"It's okay, Lav. Hey, don't be sad!" Jimin whispered softly, smiling. "You're the princess. You're going to be amazing as the queen. And when you do become one, I'll come to visit you, okay?" Jimin said, and Lavender sniffled.

"Promise," Jimin whispered, and Lavender hugged him tightly.

Behind them, Jungkook was crying. Yoongi pet his back, but Jungkook cried harder. "L-Lav don't leave."

"Don't say that, Jeon Jungkook. You will make me cry more." Lavender said, and then pulled away from the hug and smiled at them. "Thank you for being so kind to me. And- and thank you, Taehyung especially, for everything." Lavender said, and Taehyung smiled at her.

He hugged her too, and Jungkook reached forward and hugged her too. Jimin tried his hardest not to cry, digging his fingernails into his palm.

"Tae where's your mom?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung just shook his head, and Jungkook frowned.

"I think we should go now," Namjoon said, and the boys nodded. Lavender nodded as well. She kissed Jimin one last time and then waved her hand goodbye.

The boys began climbing onto the ship and then heard a voice. "Okay, wait!" A shout came, and they all paused and turned around.

"Dude, can we just go," Jin grumbled under his breath, seeing the butler Zaivis rush outside.

"Taehyung, half-human, look," Zaivis said, and Taehyung sighed. "You don't have to make up some excuse. It's fine-"

"No, no it's not." Zaivis said, and Taehyung frowned. "You don't- you don't have a mother."

Taehyung froze. Jungkook looked at Taehyung in worry. Taehyung looked down. "She passed away, didn't she?"

The butler gulped. "No." Zaivis said, and Taehyung looked up again. "No I mean, I mean you don't have a mother."

"You said the same shit twice," Yoongi mumbled, and Taehyung walked down the steps of the ship. "What?" Taehyung asked, and then Jungkook gasped loudly.

"Oh. My. God. Taehyung. Your dad's GAY."

"Shut up, Jungkook!" Everyone snapped, and Jungkook paused and looked down sadly, pouting a little to himself.

The butler sighed. "No, he's right."

Everyone froze. Taehyung's eyes widened. "Um- what?"

"Your father. He- he never impregnated a woman," Zaivis said, and then his breath hitched. "He impregnated a man."

"The gag of the century...." Jimin trailed, and Lavender nodded with widened eyes.

"H-he what?" Taehyung shouted, and then got all wide-eyed, frozen. "Wait- wait- then- w-who is my male mother...." Taehyung trailed.

Zaivis looked hesitant for like, 12 seconds, and then gulped. "Me."

"Bitch!" Jin let out, gasping widely. Jungkook was wide mouthed too. Jimin was on the floor. Namjoon was screaming. Yoongi and Hoseok had their hands on their heads. Lavender had her mouth covered with her hands.

"You-" Taehyung began, and then stopped for 8 seconds. "You're- you are my- wait," Taehyung said, and then took a deep breath. "You're- you are the- my father and you-you gave birth to me?"

"Yeah. Everyone can get pregnant here." Zaivis said, and Taehyung was frozen still.

"Look, I know, it's really surprising. When you came in and told me your name was Taehyung I... I freaked out. And then I heard you saying you were looking for your lost mother. Your father clearly lied to you... which upset me too." Zaivis mumbled. "I told the Queen. Which I shouldn't have- she's a bitch. She said I can't tell you the truth because I'm technically a slave here or whatever."

Taehyung had his eyes closed. He paused for a few seconds, and then opened his eyes. "You're my other dad?"

"Yes," Zaivis whispered. "I went to Scora VZ2 for college when I was very young. I-I met your father, Michael, in college. After dating for two years I got pregnant with his child and then had you." Zaivis mumbled. "B-but then I heard of the civil war that was happening back in my planet. I had to go back. When I did, m-my parents were stripped of their fortune and I was completely poor. I couldn't go back, I simply had no money! I began working in this palace, but things got worse and I became a s-slave here. I had no way of contacting your father. So I never did. I-" Zaivis began, and then looked down.

"He thought you left him," Taehyung said softly.

"I didn't. I-I was planning on going back. I just... I couldn't. And I hate myself for it." Zaivis said, and Taehyung took a step froward.

"I'm your son?" Taehyung asked, and Zaivis gulped. "You don't have to accept it. I just thought you had to know. B-because-"

Taehyung wrapped his arms around his father, feeling tears well up in his eyes. "D-dad I-I've been w-wanting to meet you for 20 years," Taehyung let out softly, and Zaivis smiled a bit.

"Oh," He let out, and wrapped his arms around Taehyung, chuckling lightly. "I've thought so much about you, son. I only had one picture of you from when you were a baby. Look, I always keep it with me-" Zaivis said, and then took out a picture from his wallet.

The boys all rushed in to look, and indeed, it was a picture of toddler Taehyung with his short grey hair and big grey eyes, wearing a diaper and sitting on a bed, hands in the air, looking very happy.

"T-that's me! You're telling the truth!" Taehyung said, and the boys all cheered and began rejoicing. Zaivis smiled, getting teary-eyed too.

"Now that you know, I hope you don't hate this planet anymore. I know it's been bad for you, but it's your home. I hope you go back and tell your father that-"

"No no!" Taehyung said, frowning. "You're coming with me!"

"Yeah!" Namjoon said, smiling. "Yes yes come with us!" Jungkook clapped his hands together, jumping.

Zaivis looked behind at the palace, and then looked back at them, and then let out a gentle smile. "Fuck it. I hate this palace. I'm coming." Zaivis said, and everyone began cheering.

"How old are you?" Taehyung asked, and Zaivis hummed. "41," Zaivis said, and Taehyung smiled. Same age as his father.

Everyone entered the ship, and Jungkook rushed up to Zaivis and began talking to him animatedly, telling him all about how he wasn't really a cat. Jimin watched with wide eyes, and then looked at Lavender.

"I will also fuck it!" Lavender said confidently, and everyone looked at her in confusion. "I'm coming with you, Jimin! I hate my family and planet and stupid sisters. I like you very very much-"

"Fuck liking!" Jimin snapped, and Namjoon sighed out. "Let's not fuck everything..."

"I love you, Lav," Jimin said, and Lavender wrapped her hands around Jimin's waist and picked him up, pressing their lips together. Jimin laughed and kissed her back. She was really strong for some reason.

"This is amazing." Taehyung said to Jungkook, who smiled and nodded. All 9 of them now walked onto the ship, and Namjoon rushed to the control center and did the one thing he'd been waiting to do since his first day here.

Type down the map for the route back to home.

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lesbian-deadpool · 6 years ago

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Tony, His Adopted Blue Murder Child, And Co.

Tony has created a chat.

Tony has renamed the chat: Fuck Space. Fuck This Shit. I Want Pizza.

Tony: All byyyyyy myyyyy seeeeelf.

Tony: Don't wanna be.

Tony: All byyyyyyyy myyyyyyy seeeeeeelf!

Nebula has joined the chat.

Tony: Tf? Leave me alone to my suffering.

Nebula: Bitch make me.

Tony: Okay, Smurfette fite me.

Nebula: Nah, can't be bothered.

Nebula: Come over here and let me shoot you.

Tony: Don't wanna walk.

Tony: Messing with this ship has exhausted me.

Nebula: Fuck that cable...

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: I don't think I need to elaborate on that.

Wade has left the chat.

Nebula: What? Who was that?

Tony: I have absolutely no clue.

Nebula: Anyway... how long till we touch solid ground again?

Tony: Please refer to my previous answer.

Nebula: Well ain't you just 190lbs of sarcasm.

Tony: Hey! This body is a tight 171lbs.

Tony: But you're right, the majority of it is sarcasm, yes.

Nebula: And what's the rest of it?

Tony: Trauma.

Nebula: Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help you with that.

Tony: Peter used to help me.

Nebula: With your trauma??

Tony: Peter told me he was sorry.

Nebula: What?

Tony: Peter used to say that.

Nebula: Okay...

Tony: Peter used to say that, too!

Nebula: Are you crying?

Tony: Fuck no. Tony Stark doesn't cry for anybody. You can thank my abusive father for that :)

Nebula: I know how you feel.

Nebula: We both have bad fathers.

Nebula: Thanos will breathe his last breath soon enough. Then your son will be avenged.

Tony: PETER USED TO BREATH!

Nebula: Tf?

Nebula: Seriously, stop crying.

Tony: I'm not crying.

Nebula: Then what's that coming out of your eyes?

Tony: Oh, this?

Tony: This is just some depression leaking from my eyes. It's a natural occurrence.

Nebula: ... so, crying?

Tony: HOW DO YOU KNOW?

Nebula: I can see you dude, you're bawling your fucking eyes out.

Tony: SHUT UP.

Nebula: Hey, now you can drink your tears!

Tony: I'M NOT CRYING. I told you, it's liquid depression!

Nebula: Ffs.

Nebula has renamed the chat: Drink your tears, Tony.

Tony has renamed the chat: Go fuck yourself, Nebula.

Nebula has renamed the chat: Drink your liquid depression, Tony.

Tony: That's more like it, thank you.

Nebula: Are all humans like this?

Tony: Only the ones with issues.

Tony: So yes.

Nebula: What a race.

Tony: You can't tell me you've never cried.

Nebula: When I was a child. Before Thanos removed my ability to cry, along with most of my body parts, and organs, replacing them with metal.

Tony: ...

Tony: You're my child now.

Tony: I'm signing your adoption papers. You're legally my child now.

Tony: I've always wanted a daughter.

Tony: You will be safe with me. I promise.

Nebula: ... that was really sweet, and I don't know how to reply to that.

Tony: My God, you are my daughter.

Tony: Don't worry, I will give you the fatherly love you deserve.

Nebula: Your son was so lucky.

Tony: Wait, son? Huh?

Nebula: Yes. That little spider child.

Tony: Peter?

Nebula: Yeah, that one.

Tony: Peter wasn't my son.

Nebula: He wasn't?

Tony: No.

Tony: Yes, I loved him like he was my son. Tried to guide him with what fatherly wisdom I may have. I tried to protect him with my heart and soul. Was proud of every-single-thing he did. Went to every special event he had. He won his high school decathlon you know. He's so smart. And special. I was lucky to have someone so happy in my life. OMG, I miss him so much. Come back, my son!

Tony: So, yeah. Not my son at all.

Nebula: Right... whatever you say...

Tony: Oh my, I almost forgot I was so excited. Consent is key.

Tony: Would you like to be my daughter?

Nebula: Aren't I a little too old to get adopted?

Tony: Idc.

Tony: ???

Nebula: .............. yespleaseIwouldlovethatverymuch............

Tony: Alrighty then. You are my child. I love you, daughter.

Tony: Don't worry. I'll teach you what love is. Me and my to be wife, Pepper. She's your mom now. If she's still alive, that is...

Nebula: Thank you.

Tony: You are welcome.

Korg has joined the chat.

Korg: Hey fellas, fancy joining a revolution?

Nebula: Fellas?

Tony: Who the fuck is this?

Korg: Hi, I'm Korg. I'm made out of rocks, but there's no need to be frightened. I'm a kind guy.

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: The Thing. But space.

Wade has left the chat.

Nebula: There he is again!

Korg: Who was that? A friend of yours? Does he want to join a revolution?

Tony: I am way too sober for this.

Nebula: I can kill him for you.

Tony: How about we don't do that?

Valkrie has joined the chat.

Tony: Now who the hell is this?

Valkrie: Who the hell are you?

Tony: I'm the hell person whose chat this is.

Valkre: Oh. Well trust me, I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me to be here.

Nebula: So why are you then?

Valkrie: Korg. Stop talking to these weirdo's, and come help me build this fucking ship.

Korg: A revolutionary ship?

Valkrie: Korg, you do know that we don't need the revolution anymore? We won.

Korg: There's always a need for a revolution.

Tony: I actually agree with the space rock here.

Nebula: Same.

Nebula: Especially if it's against Thanos.

Tony: I'm pretty sure that's not how that works.

Nebula: Whatever. As long as I can stick my blade through Thanos, I couldn't care less.

Valkrie: Who's this Thanos?

Tony: You know how people/aliens/whatever turned to dust around you?

Valkrie: Yeah?

Tony: Yeah, well that was Thanos' doing.

Nebula: And also half of the universe turned to dust, not just the things around you.

Valkrie: Oh.

Valkrie: Yeah, let's kill him. Brutally.

Tony: Glad you agree.

Valkrie: Korg, come on, let's build this ship. And help kill this fucker.

Korg: ... a revolutionary ship?

Valkrie: It can be whatever type of ship you want. As long as you help me build it!

Korg: Okay! Bye guys, I'll send you some pamphlets, if I find out where you are.

Korg has left the chat.

Tony: Hold on, what revolution?

Valkrie: I don't actually know. I black out every time he talks about it. All I know is there was a lot of fighting, and we won.

Nebula: Who mentioned a revolution?

Valkrie: See? Just like that.

Valkrie: Anyway, I gotta go lose what's left of my sanity... maybe I can get drunk.

Tony: Get drunk?

Tony: Where? How? Can I have some?

Tony: Please. I'm so sad. I have lost so much, and I don't know who I've lost on Earth.

Tony: Please help me dull this pain.

Nebula: Jesus man. You need help.

Tony: Hey, that's dad to you. And yes. Yes, I do.

Tony: So, about that booze.

Valkrie: No. All mine.

Valkrie has left the chat.

Tony: Oh, gee thanks.

Nebula: Want me to kill her for you?

Tony: We really need to have a discussion about your immediate reaction with murder.

Nebula: So, is that a...?

Tony: No. That is a firm, no.

Nebula: Do you want me to kill ANYONE?

Tony: No, you don't have to murder for me, or my love.

Nebula: You really are the best dad.

Tony: That is the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

Nebula: Are you crying again?

Tony: No.

Nebula: I can clearly see you.

Tony: ... no, you can't.

Nebula: Just because you're now wearing your Iron Man helmet, doesn't mean you're not crying.

Tony: Yes it does.

The Grand Master has joined the chat.

The Grand Master has changed their name to: TGM.

TGM: Does my name sound weird like this?

Tony: Anybody who calls themselves 'The Grand Master' is a narcissistic weirdo.

Tony: At least 'TGM' can be an acronym for something better.

Nebula: Like 'The Great Mistake'.

Tony: And 'This Guy is Measly'.

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: 'Tomg it's Gjeff Mgoldblum'.

Wade has left the chat.

Tony: Huh?

Korg has joined the chat.

Korg: 'To Ghost Men'.

Korg has left the chat.

Tony: What?

Valkrie has joined the chat.

Valkrie: 'To Get Masacered'.

Valkrie has left the chat.

Tony: What?!

Nebula: I like her.

Tony: Of course you do.

Tony: Oh my God, you and Nat are going to take over the world.

Tony: If she's still alive that is...

Nebula: Only one world?

TGM: Oh, oh, can I join?

Nebula: No.

Tony: Leave now.

TGM: This wouldn't happen if I still had my champion. Fucking sparkles.

TGM has been blocked from the chat.

Nebula: Who was he talking about?

Tony: Idk.

Tony: Probably some aliens or something.

Thanos has joined the chat.

Thanos: Sup losers?

Tony: Oh daughter of mine, do you notice something?

Thanos: Daughter?

Nebula: No, my father, I do not.

Thanos: Wait, father?!

Thanos: What have you done to my second favourite daughter, Tony?!

Tony: So, daughter. You were telling me about your sister... like an hour ago.

Thanos: Ahh, yes. My favourite daughter.

Nebula: Gammora. She was an assassin, just like me. I love her. But SOMEONE threw her off a cliff.

Thanos: It was the price to pay for the stone.

Tony: If she were still here I would adopt her, too. Skrew it! Dead or not! She is my daughter, too!

Thanos: WHAT?!

Nebula: She would have liked that.

Nebula: And so would I. Because it would annoy her boyfriend.

Tony: Who's her boyfriend?

Nebula: That imbecile Quill.

Tony: ...

Tony: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Nebula: Nope.

Thanos: I hate him, too.

Tony: I suddenly like him more now.

Nebula: Same.

Thanos: Are you ignoring me?

Tony: Do you notice anyone else in this chat, daughter?

Nebula: No father, I do not.

Thanos: I know what you're trying to do.

Thanos: And I hate you both.

Thanos: I'm glad I destroied half of the universe.

Thanos: Well, screw you two. I'm not going anywhere.

Carol has joined the chat.

Thanos: Oh, shit...

Carol: Hey you purple fuck!

Carol: It's time for you to, gtfo!

Thanos has been blocked from the chat.

Tony: Well thanks for that.

Carol: It's aiite.

Tony: ...

Tony: I'm sorry what?

Tony: Why are you speaking like its the 90's?

Carol: Cuz I'm HELLA cool like that.

Tony: Oh God.

Nebula: Want me to kill her?

Tony: Thinking about it.

Carol: Geez chill. I'm on my way to get you right now.

Tony: Second thoughts! I love her!

Nebula: So do I!

Nebula: Do you have food?

Tony: And water?

Nebula: And oxygen?

Carol: Yes, yes, and yes.

Carol: I also have some guy named Phil, he says he knows you.

Tony: Oh, yeah... I'm hallucinating.

Carol: No you're not.

Tony: I gotta go pass out now.

Tony has been disconnected.

Carol: Drama queen.

Nebula: Good night, dad.

Nebula: See you soon, Carol.

Carol: Cool beans.

Nebula: I don't understand you...

Nebula has left the chat.

Carol: I dig that.

Carol has left the chat.

Somewhere in the soul world

Bucky has created a chat.

Bucky has added Sam, Peter.

Bucky: What is this place?

Peter: I don't know, Terminator Jesus Sir.

Sam: Terminator Jesus!

Sam: That's amazing!

Bucky: Can we be serious here?

Sam: I am being serious! That name is amazing. Screw you and your bad tastes.

Peter: Are we dead?

Bucky: I think so.

Peter: Meh.

Sam: Woah, kid, are you okay?

Peter: Yeah. Man, Aunt May's gonna kill me when she finds out I'm dead.

Bucky: H... how?

Peter: She'll find a way.

Peter: I hope Mr Stark doesn't blame himself.

Sam: Wait, 'Mr Stark'? Are you that spider-kid?!

Peter: Spider-MAN.

Sam: You are!

Bucky: Who is?!

Sam: He is!

Bucky: Oh!

Peter: What is going on?

Sam: YOU WEBBED US UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER!

Peter: Ohhhh, you're those guys.... hi?

Bucky: HI?!

T'Challa has joined the chat.

T'Challa: Death meeting. Now.

Sam: What?

Bucky: How did you even get everyone to listen to you so fast??

T'Challa: A king has his ways.

T'Challa has left the chat.

Peter: He's so cool.

Peter has left the chat.

Bucky: I'm cooler...

Sam: Dream on, Barnes.

Sam has kicked Bucky from the chat.

Sam has left the chat.

(Bonus)

Carol has created a chat.

Carol has added Y/N, Natasha, Thor.

Carol: Right I'm gonna go get your friends.

Carol: Brb.

Carol: Oh, and don't let Goose eat you.

Y/N: Eat us? What?

Natasha: How can a CAT eat us?

Carol: You don't want to know.

Thor: But he is so tiny and fluffy.

Carol: Yeah, you'll be fine. Just don't lather yourself in bacon grease, or have him anywhere near your eyes.

Y/N: Well there goes my bathing plans.

Natasha: And why no eyes?

Thor: It's fine I've already lost one!

Carol: Exactly.

Carol has left the chat.

Y/N: Should we be scared of the cat?

Thor: Probably...

Natasha: We should be scared of every cat. This one more.

Thor: I agree.

Y/N: Hmmmm

Y/N: Gonna go poke him.

Natasha: Wait Y/N...

Y/N has been disconnected.

Natasha: Jesus Christ.

Natasha: Let's go help her.

Thor: And cuddle Goose!

Natasha: Thor no.

Thor has been disconnected.

Natasha: I work with children.

Natasha has left the chat.

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mandowh0re · 6 years ago

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Draw 4

Summary: Peter accidentally catches May and Happy kissing, and he’s dying to tell someone. This could get him in some trouble.

Word Count: 2000

A/N: Hi! I’m not dead! I’ve had so little time to do anything but I’m here! I started this when I learned May and Happy might be a thing and then I abandoned it but then I came back and finished it because I needed to write but had no ideas. It’s 5am right now and I’m not sleepy at all so here’s this piece of shit! I hope you like it! There’s also a line in there based off of this post because multiple people wanted me to put it into a fic so...

Happy Reading!

They all sat at the table playing uno; Peter, May, Tony, Pepper, and Happy.

Happy had walked in a few minutes earlier and May had “graciously” invited him to play with them. He was suspiciously willing.

Happy and May were still hush hush about their relationship but slipped and kissed with Peter in the apartment. Now he was bursting at the seams to tell someone.

To give a better picture, the seating was Tony next to Pepper, Happy next to Pepper, Peter across from Tony, May next to Peter and across from Pepper.

“How did your Chemistry test go today, sweetie?” May asked Peter while putting down a card.

Peter shrugged, “I think it went okay. We won’t get our scores till next week though.” He watched Happy put down a card.

“I’m sure you got a big fat A. You always do.” Tony said, shooting a smile in Peter’s direction.

Peter smiled back, but then he turned to May when she giggled. A hand quickly covered her mouth, “Sorry, I just remembered something funny from work today.”

Peter didn’t buy it for one second, and his eyes shot to Happy, who looked annoyingly smug.

“Care to share with the class?” Tony asked.

“Oh no, you had to be there. You wouldn’t find it funny. Nurse humor.”

Peter rolled his eyes. She was lying through her teeth. And Mister Stark was buying it!

“At least it was a good day then, right?” Pepper added.

May nodded, “It was one of the better days lately.”

“I’m going to grab a beer. Anybody want anything?” Happy asked.

“Grab me a whiskey.” Tony requested, holding up a finger.

“I’ll have a water, please.” Pepper smiled.

“A coke.” Peter said flatly.

May coughed.

Peter huffed, “Please.”

“I want some water. I’ll come help you.” May offered as she stood from her chair.

As soon as they were out of the room Peter rolled his eyes and slumped in his chair.

“You alright there, Pete?” Tony asked.

“Yeah,” He mumbled.

“Why the long face? You know I hate it when you pout.”

Peter bit the inside of this cheek before pushing away from the table and walking towards the kitchen.

“You know, if you want me to keep a secret, could you at least make it a little less-”

He stopped dead in his tracks, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

“Gross! I did not need to see that! Seriously! Can’t you two wait until I’m not in the same building??” Peter whisper-yelled.

Happy and May quickly untangled themselves.

“Shit. I’m sorry sweetie-”

Peter held up a hand, “No, forget it,” He turned back to go back to the dining room when a hand caught his wrist. He turned to see it was Happy, “I can literally throw you across the room-”

“Peter!”

Happy let go of him, “Kid, we’re sorry. I’m sorry. We didn’t think you’d leave Tony.”

Peter huffed again for what may have been the hundredth time that night and walked off, sitting back in his seat.

A few minutes later May and Happy came out with everyone’s drinks.

Peter perked up with an idea.

“Can I try some?” He directed at Tony.

He shrugged, “Sure, why not?”

“Tony!” Both May and Pepper yelled in unison.

“Oh come on, if he tries it here, with our supervision, he won’t be curious when he’s out on his own. Plus, this is the perfect opportunity to see if his metabolism even lets the alcohol get into his bloodstream.”

May was quiet, seemingly mulling it over.

“Fine.” She conceded, “One drink.”

“Yes!” Peter threw his fists in the air.

“Hold on there, underoos. I’m not going to let your first drink be some bland whiskey. Let me make you something you’ll actually like.”

Tony got up and went to the bar and threw some stuff together that Peter definitely did not know the names of, coming back a few minutes later.

“This is a lemon drop martini,” He handed the glass to Peter, “Try it.”

Peter took the glass graciously and carefully, not wanting to spill it but also not wanting to break the glass because it was probably worth more than his apartment.

He took a sip and lit up.

“This is good!”

“Were you expecting anything else from me?”

Peter shook his head and took another sip.

“FRIDAY, monitor his BAC. If it rises above point zero eight let me know.”

“Will do, boss.”

The night went off without much more of a hitch. After Peter finished his lemon drop and his BAC didn’t go above .00 she agreed to let him have another drink.

He ended up also trying a cosmopolitan and another lemon drop. His BAC never rose above .02.

“Well at least we know you can’t get drunk. For your size those drinks should have knocked you on your ass.” Tony chuckled.

Peter giggled, putting down a card, “Uno!”

“That’s less for me to worry about when he starts sneaking off to parties.” May smirked as she put down a card.

“Parties aren’t really my thing. Plus nobody would really invite me.”

“Good God, Pete. Don’t sound so depressing. Parties are stupid anyways. They’re boring and annoying and they get you into trouble.” Tony said as Happy laid a card down.

“He’s right. You should have seen Tony in his partying days. He was a damn mess.” Pepper put down her card.

“I thought this was about Peter.” Tony faked offense, putting his card down as well.

Draw four.

Peter squawked and slapped his hands on the table.

“What the actual fuck, Anthony!”

It was quiet for a whole three seconds before Tony bust out laughing, barely able to breathe.

“Peter!” May stood, “What is the matter with you? Are you drunk?”

“Mister Parker’s current blood alcohol content is zero percent.”

May looked from the ceiling to Peter, “Then what the hell-“

Tony waved his hand, still trying to catch breaths in between his laughing fits, “It’s- It’s fine, May. Seriously-“

“It certainly is not! What makes you think-“

And then, Peter just kind of snapped.

“Mister Stark, you’ll always protect me, right?”

Tony’s laughter suddenly died down and he looked at Peter and nodded, “Yeah bud, always. Why?”

Peter slammed a hand on the table, pointed to the offending persons next to him and yelled “MAY AND HAPPY ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER!” and promptly jumped onto the ceiling, crawled over to Tony, and dropped down behind him.

The silence this time lasted much, much longer.

Tony blinked several times before that information could process in his head. He was a genius for fucks sake. But this?

What?

He turned to his friend.

“Happy?”

Happy threw up his hands in a defensive manner, “Okay first of all, that’s not what this is. We’re, you know,” he motioned between him and May, “Together. A couple. Exclusive.”

Tony and Pepper both looked at May, who sat back down.

“Peter only knew because we weren’t careful enough. We weren’t ready to tell anyone yet.” Her eyes shot daggers at her nephew.

“How long?” Pepper asked.

“Officially, two months.” May answered.

“Wait, WHAT-“ Peter jumped up from his crouched position behind his father figure.

Tony turned and grabbed Peter, pulling him into the chair next to him, “Sit and hush, spiderling.”

“And you’re happy?” Pepper asked.

Happy extended his arm and May took his hand.

“Yeah. We are.”

“Then we’re happy for you.” Tony said, pulling Peter into a forced hug, “Aren’t we, bud?”

Peter knew a cue when he was given one, “Yeah, we are.” He forced through his fake smile.

After about thirty more minutes of conversation that Peter effectively avoided, May spoke up.

“Pete, it’s pretty late. Why don’t you head to bed?”

“Yeah. Okay.” After saying his goodbyes, he left to his room.

“I assume he hasn’t taken it well?” Tony asked when he was sure the kid was out of super hearing range.

“No,” May answered, “I’ve tried talking to him. But every time I bring it up he leaves the room or makes up some excuse to do something else. Happy’s terrified of him-“

“Thanks babe.”

“I don’t know what else to do, Tony.” There were tears beginning to well up in her eyes and Pepper reached forward and squeezed her friend’s arm.

“I’ll talk to him. Not that he actually ever listens to me, but I’ll see what I can do.”

May let out a large sigh, like she had been holding her breath, “Thank you. Thank you, Tony.”

“Of course,” He said, standing and stretching his arms above his head, going for the dramatics, “It’s what I do.”

Pepper smacked his arm and he gave her a playful wink before he left to go find Peter.

The bedroom door was cracked open, so he pushed it slightly peering in to see if Peter was still awake.

“Pete?”

“Hm?”

Tony walked in and shut the door, “FRIDAY, lights to thirty percent.”

The lights steadily turned on, flooding the room in just enough light for Tony to function, but not too much for Peter’s senses after having adjusted to the dark.

Tony sat on the other side of Peter’s bed, situating himself so that he was against the headboard.

“I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah, didn’t need super senses to see that one coming.” Peter said, half into his pillow.

“Which part about it bothers you?”

“All of it.”

“More specifically.”

Peter sighed, “I don’t know. It’s just, it’s May. And Happy. It’s weird.”

“They seem to really like each other.”

“Oh I know. I’ve walked in on them sucking face more than once.”

Tony has the audacity to laugh at this, making Peter turn and glare at him. But this only made Tony laugh harder, because Peter’s glare looks like a dog when it realizes you didn’t actually throw the ball.

“Okay, I don’t need those details. What I was getting at is that they seem really happy. Don’t you want that for May?”

“Yeah but, but,”

Tony figured he knew where this was headed, but he needed Peter to say it himself.

When a minute went by and Peter never finished his sentence, Tony pushed.

“But what, Pete?”

“But I want her to be happy with Ben.” His voice breaks on the name.

“Oh, Peter.” Tony pulled Peter into his arms, and Peter wrapped himself around his father figure like he was a lifeline.

Mentioning Ben was like opening a floodgate. Peter cried for a full 30 minutes, being rocked and cooed at by Tony before finally calming down.

Tony ran a hand through Peter’s curls, carefully undoing the knots. When the boy’s breaths were back to a somewhat normal rhythm, Tony spoke again.

“Petey, you know Happy isn’t trying to replace Ben, right? Neither is May. And you know that if Ben could sit here with us, he would tell you that he wants May to be happy. Even if it means being with Happy. Oh fuck this is going to be weird. We need a new name for him.”

Peter’s body shook with a giggle.

“Maybe you can just call him Harold, since you went straight to calling me Anthony.”

Peter giggled harder. Tony took it as a win.

“Just because they’re together now, doesn’t mean they’ll get married. And if they do, Happy isn’t replacing your Uncle Ben. That’s the last thing he’s trying to do.”

“I know that. I just didn’t really want to accept it. I’m sorry.”

Tony squeezed Peter, “I’m not the one you should apologize to.”

“Well, I’m sorry I called you Anthony.”

Tony chuckled, “Kid, don’t apologize for that. That was the hardest I’ve laughed in a long time.”

It was quiet for a few moments before Peter spoke again.

“Maybe I’ll backtrack on Anthony. Is it okay if I call you dad instead?”

Something in Tony’s chest squeezed and then exploded into a warm, paternal feeling throughout the entirety of his body.

“Of course, spider baby.”

***

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carrietrekkie · 6 years ago

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Let´s start with something simple.

First, thank you all for your likes and reblogs! I´m so happy you like my little story!

Here comes Part 3 of the “Pilot Story”, but there is more to come!

Part 1 Thunderstorm

Part 2 Dream, Nightmare or something else

Enjoy it!

Here I am, wearing some black sports clothes, between those folks, all dressed up in those sophisticated blue uniforms and I felt how everyone was looking at me.

“So, you say, what you want and.”

“I know.” I squinted at my companion. “The magic box will prepare it.” I must have seen it a thousand times, but to do it know by myself, that was more than worn. “It is only.” I let my head hang down before I moved aside. Behind my back a little jam had formed and probably the only reason no one starts to grouse were, that Captain Pike stands next to me

“That was not a good Idea.” I looked around. “I guess I want to get out of here.” Beside me another Alien steps towards the replicator and orders something, I couldn´t even pronounce and I was totally sure, I won´t see it. So I just went off, runs against someone and only my decency kept me from cry out.

“Excuse me Linus.” Pike was right behind me, puts on arm around my waist and guided me out of the mess hall.

“Okay, take a deep breath.” He turned me around, placed his hands upon my shoulders and watched me in my eyes. “This was Linus, a Saurian, a nice guy and the one by the replicator was Tok´mer, but why he eats that, I do not understand.” He grinded. “Or what he is eating.”

I, on the other hand, was just starring at him, committed not completely lose my composure.

“Let´s take a few steps.” He placed a hand in my back and so softly forced me to go with him, as he started to move. “I have another idea.”

Pike guided me through a jumble of corridors, into a turbolift and this one took us to his Ready Room. Without any resistance I endured that all. Whatever it was that was happened to me, now it slowly demanded it´s tribute. I was tired and done in. Every part of my body felt like I was gone through a hard fight and the headache didn´t want to get better. Pike pulled me to the couch and as he sat down, I followed him and sunk in the padding.

“Let´s start with something simple.” Again he smiled so outrageously nice at me. “Coffee?”

„Yes, sounds good.“ I watched him, as he picked up two cups and then came back to me.

“Listen, I know, that´s a hell of a lot to take.” He turned towards me. “And I wish, I could gave you all time of the world to get yourself together but I fear time is on our shoulders and god knows what else.”

“I´m sorry. It is only.” I closed my eyes and now a tear runs down my cheek, so long I could have avoided it, but now. I sunk back in the pillows. “I fear, I´m not only a time traveler.“ I cross eyed at him. „I guess, I am from another reality.“

„How do you mean that?“

“You still know for sure, that I told you, I knew you and all that here?” I make a gesture that included the whole room.

“Vividly.” He leaned forward to grab one cup than he placed it in my hands.

“For me that leaves only one conclusion and just for the case I´m wrong, please don´t laugh at me, otherwise I crawl in a hole and stay there forever.”

“I would never do that.”

I believed him and so I told him the theory I got in my mind for the last two days.

“I´ve been ripped out from my life, where your life is only a fiction, a very good one, well thought through but yet pure imagination. I know what happens in the future because I´ve seen it, till a time more than two hundred years ahead but strangely I started to forget it and I can do nothing to prevent it. I have no idea how this could be possible, but I´m here, so somehow it is possible.” I sighed. “So I come from another reality and from another time plus I´m losing my memories.”

I imagined that he was actually a little impressed by my execution because he took a moment before he talked again.

“What lead you to that conclusion?”

“If you like, I´m a nerd.” I penetrated myself to a smile. “Is this term still used?”

Okay, with a closer look everyone here was a nerd, so maybe they called it normal.

“I think nerds never die out.” He was twitching his eyebrows. “Probably I am also one.”

“You?”

„Of course but don´t tell anyone.“

I sip some coffee, it was bitter, he added no milk and I decided not to tell him but something in my face must revealed me because he stud up to and came back with a little milk jug, than he picked his cup.

“What else is going on in your mind?”

“I could never go back home.” I shrugged my mouth a little.

“We do not know that yet, I got my best people on it and they not used to give up.” He smiled again.

„I hope your right.“

But as I looked at him now, I could see in his eyes that he didn´t quite believed himself. His following comment emphasized this even more.

“If we didn´t can bring you back, and I say expressly if, I´m sure we found something, that you can do here.” He holds his hand up. „But again, we don´t give up.“

„I know.“ I tried to smile a bit. „I should stopping thinking so much about this.“

“You should try to get some rest.” He stood up and walked through his desk, activating the comm. “Ensign Tilly to the ready room.” Pike looked at me, that I took as an opportunity to join him. “Silvia Tilly, I think you will like her. She gets you to your quarters.”

“I get my own quarters?” That didn´t felt very good, it sounds more like, found your way with it, you stay here.

“There you get some rest, get some time on your own.” He raised one eyebrow. “Unless you will go back to sick bay?”

“No, please not. I have the feeling, the lady-doctor sees me a bit as her trail rabbit.”

The doorbell got his reply to that. A few seconds later a redhead walked in, I knew her too and I got the feeling, that this day at least will get a good ending.

*****

Again I passed out for nearly 24 hours. Tilly´s explanations and her lightspeed guiding tour through the ship finished me off and I still wondered how I get in the bed in the quarters.

Wait, wrong. My bed, in my quarters.

It didn´t get better the more often I said this to myself. The guard that started following me anytime I left this room didn´t helped either.

“Captains Order.“

That was all the very quiet man said to me before he or one of his colleagues keep my company. I was so happy this morning, when I left the quarters to took part in a briefing, that Commander Nhan stands before my doors.

She engaged me in a nicely conversation and we made our way through the ship. She guided me into the ready room where Pike and his officers awaited me.

I took a set on the briefing table and started waiting for the things that are to come.

“Are you feeling better?” Pike looked at me.

„I work on it.” I tipped against my forehead. “It still hurts, when I try to remember anything. Dr. Pollard get me something stronger, maybe it helps this time.”

„Okay.“ He coughed and the room felt silent. “We all know, why we are here.” A brief look flitted to me, I catched it and nodded a little.

“Hey everyone.“ I smiled at the crew members that where all looking at me so I hoped I could tell my story accident free. “My name is Cathrin Zimmer and I´m born on in the year 1986, October 31 if you want it exactly.”

“Whacked up.” That comes from Tillys place and she immediately clenched her lips together. “Sorry.”

“On my way home the weather turns, a horrible thunderstorm started and the next time I saw clear, I was hear.” I spread my arms. “From 2019 to 2257.”

“Did you do anything to produce these jump?” Burnham started tipping on a tablet.

“Not that I know of.” But I think again. “No, everything was like always. I drove home from a visit at my brother and his children. The only difference was that I got his car, he needed the trailer hitch on mine.” A few asking views. „A device to transport big things.“ I must smile a little. „I actually thought, you all have to explain me thinks.”

“I´m sure that will start soon.“ The man, who introduced himself as Lieutenant Spock turned to me. “So you guess you are from another reality?“

„I don´t know, maybe?” I shrugged with my shoulders. “I mean, it cannot be that everything developed like some Science Fiction author has come up with.”

“Improbable.” He starts to search something too.

“That phenomenon that brings you here, we call the Red Angel. It is sometimes accompanied with the appearance of some signals, those we could limited analyze till yet.” Pike leans towards me. “What we knew is that there are temporal components but that seems not to be all.”

“Furthermore they take us to places where great changes or catastrophes are taking place.” Saru, the first officer reported the word. „Like on my home world Kaminar.“

„I hope it was something good?“

“Time will tell.” He nodded at me.

Though Pike gained my access to the computer, but I barely got time to learn more than the names of the core crew.

“So, why did it send this time someone from another time and reality to us?” Lieutenant Commander Stamets smiled at me, it was a little hard for me to replied it. “Oh no worry, we find it out. We always do.”

“Thank you.” Somehow I created a small smile.

I looked at the man that didn´t said a word now. Ash Tyler, but so far as I knew he should be on Qo´noS. I wonder if anyone would tell me, how he get here again.

„So the Red Angel?“ I pressed my lips together, trying not to giggle. „Is that an official name?“

“You don´t like it?” Spocks gaze bored into mine, that maybe should scared me, but it doesn´t. “Well, I don´t dislike it.” I twitched with my nose. „It sounds just very spiritually for a huddle of scientist or a Vulcan.” I could see a lightly surprised look on Spocks face, that makes Stamets giggle.

“I knew, I like you.” His warm view flited to me. „After that even a little bit more.”

Pike giggled too and Burnham twisted her eyes.

“I don´t want to insult anybody.” I tried an apologetic look at Spock. “But blame it on the medication I just can imagine some form, sitting on a cloud, playing harp and wearing a red dress instead of something white.” Now Tilly chortled and even Saru seemed amused. I squinted at Pike. „Sorry Captain.“ I could saw how he hardly tries to get himself together but then reminds somehow that he is the captain.

“So you don´t believe in angels?”

“My grandmother always said, there are more things between earth and space than for us to understand.”

“It doesn´t have to be called heaven?” Between Michaels brows a lightly line was shown.

“My grandmother was been religious but she was not naive.” I smiled a bit. “In her bookshelf you could found the Bible next to every book of Stephen Hawing, but her faith gets her to World War Two, the times that followed and kept her sane the years my grandfather was missing.” I looked at the picture on the screen. “I believe in angels, but I never imagine them like that.”

“Did you see the angel?“ Another question from Michael.

„No, I haven´t. I just remembered those red light and the next thing I know is, that I stumbled out of my car in your shuttle bay.”

“Excuse me, but you didn´t appear to be afraid of this situation.” Now Tyler opens his mouth. It was our first personal meeting, okay I seen him before.

“Why should I?”

“The whole situation. A strange place filled up with strange people.” He looked at me, for me it sounds like he descripted his one situation. I swallowed a little and as I spoke again, I could hear my voice tremble a bit.

“It´s not that, that I have no fear but now, here in this room, nobody is helped when I broke down.” I looked at him and could see that he regretted his question. “It is enough that it happened every night when I try to fall asleep.”

And with this few words my good mood pops away like a soap bubble and strangely took everyone´s with it.

“Okay.” Pike clap his hands together. “Let us take a break from here.”

“Aye Sir.” The officers stand up and leaved the ready room.

Tilly steps towards me. “Hey, wanna get some coffee and cake, I´m done with my shift in an hour.”

“Thanks Silvia.” I smiled at her. “I meet you at the mess hall or me and my guide.”

“Great!” She left and I was alone with Pike, we both ware sitting still on that great table. It seemed a lighting had burned it long ago and I start moving my fingers over that scar.

“I hoped they got better news for you.” He smiled at me.

“It´s okay.” I lifted my right shoulder a little. “Maybe someday.” Or never. That thought made me sad.

“Cathrin listen.” He tipped on my arm and I took my view from the table up to him. “It´s only a few days and we just scratched the surface and to make matters even worse, we had to deal with so much things that got high priority from Starfleet.”

“Captain.” I cut him off. “You don´t have explain yourself to me, I understand that, really.” He shortly placed his hand upon mine.

“We will find a way and until that.” He get up, offers me a hand and I took it. With lightness he pulled me up from the chair, than he leaded me to that door the others had used. It opened up and I followed him through it. I felt my eyes getting big as I recognized where I stand. I was on the bridge, the screen shows the space, so clear like I had never seen it before. And for the first time until days my heart gets a little bit lighter. Everyone smiled at me, Burnham winks briefly and I returned it. I felt a gentle touch on my arm and turned towards it. Captain Pike looked at me, something in his eyes that just let my smile, than he joined me.

“Welcome on Discovery.”

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xswestallen · 6 years ago

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Protection: Chpater 4

WestAllen bodyguard AU

The fallout of Iris’ exposé on a gang with political ties makes her a target. She thought the death threats would stop, but they only turned into real attacks. After an attempt on her life, she needs someone to protect her. The Flash is the only one up for the job.

In this AU, Barry and Iris don’t know each other. But, Iris still wrote about The Flash and he still saved her on a number of occasions.

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3)

Achieve of Our Own

A/N: This chapter is from Barry’s POV

It’s a long one, but read till the end for a very important moment!

A blur of sloppily written threats dazed Barry. He struggled to read the note Iris held before him due to the erratic shaking of her hands.

“They’re going to drug me and frame it as an overdose!” She cried. “That’s what they mean by saying addiction runs in the family. I know they could get away with it too.”

Barry took the note from her and analyzed it. Iris continued her nervous stream of conscious.

“They’ve probably done it a million times before. Those students who overdosed were probably targets too. It’s not like The 75 don’t have access to Vertigo, or Green Light, or whatever other drug they need to cause painful but inconspicuous murders. I bet they- What are you doing?”

In 0.04 of a second, Barry had run to his forensic lab at CCPD and returned.

“Sorry to run out on you like that.” He told Iris, opening his kit. “I have to dust for prints.”

“What do fingerprints matter?” Iris asked, indignantly. “We know who sent the note!”

“Iris, evidence is still important. With fingerprints we can identify the who in The 75 wrote and delivered it.” Barry tried to explain.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Yes. I’ve had training in forensic science.” He informed her.

“Have you? They teach that at the superhero academy?”

Forcing himself to concentrate on dusting the note, Barry didn’t acknowledge that statement.

“You can run like 1,000 miles an hour. Why can’t you run around the entire city, gather up every known 75 member, and bring drop them off in interrogation rooms? Let the real police handle” Iris did air quote in mocker, “the evidence”

Barry knew she was only saying these things out of fear, so he held back his frustration.

“The 75 has members across the country, a lot of them, the most dangerous of them, the kind that would send this note, aren’t known members. You of all people should know that, Iris. You’re the one who exposed them.”

For a minute, Iris was quiet. Barry worried he’d been too short with her. He was used to helping people when they were scared. But, he was not used to having to console people who were scared because the thing they’re scared of is something he’s not sure how to stop. Central City always had faith in him, and he knew that.

Iris always had faith in him, and that was what helped Barry most.

When Iris spoke again, her tone had changed. No longer sour, her words came out like ‘Eureka!’

“I didn’t expose them all…”

Puzzled, Barry looked at her, and she elaborated.

“Think about it, I exposed our Mayor, our Congressman, the assistant DA, but there’s got to be more of them out there. You said it yourself, the most dangerous members are the ones nobody would suspect could be involved, until now. Until my story showed people that there are 75 members hiding in plain sight.”

A smile dared to cross her face as she finished, “I used to think they were threatening me because they were angry. Now, I think it’s because they’re scared!”

It made perfect sense. Iris was shaking things up. Maybe, someone very high up, wants to get rid of her because they know if she keeps shaking, they’ll fall.

“Iris, that’s brilliant!”

Barry threw his arms around her in a celebratory hug. He revealed in her deduction and her embrace. It struck him that this was the first time they hugged out of happiness, not fear or necessity.

“I’m sorry I said all that other stuff.”

Iris’s apology was too much for Barry. He tilted her chin up with his finger.

“Don’t worry about that. You were just venting, I understand.” He assured her.

“Thanks for letting me deal with this and the crazy emotional toll it takes without getting annoyed with me.”

Barry leaned in to hug her again, partially because a hug seemed nice in the moment, but also because he didn’t want Iris to see the tears welling up in his eyes.

“Oh my god, wait,” Iris gasped. “They know about my mom’s death!”

Back on his guard, Barry sprung up.

“What?”

“My mom’s death! They know! How? I’ve never told anyone about it, except you. How could they know? Are they listening to us?”

This was a very important detail Barry had overlooked in his shock upon seeing the note.

“They must’ve heard me yesterday.” They’re following us and listening to us!” Iris clapped her hands over her mouth. “What if they’re listening right now?”

Her whole body was shaking. Barry grabbed her by the arms and steadied her.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. I’m here.” His hands slid down her arms to hold her hands. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

He felt Iris still, watched her chest rise and fall as she took a calming breath.

“That’s the most personal thing anyone could know about me. And now, they know.” She croaked.

Barry pulled her against him. She fell into the embrace.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered.

The truth was, Barry didn’t know what to do next. He had to reassure Iris he would protect her, but inside he was doubting his ability to do so. He should’ve been watching more closely, noticed someone eavesdropping on their conversation.

Sometimes, being with Iris distracted him. She was so captivating. Being around her made Barry feel like more of a hero than any Flash day celebration, coffee namesake, or action figure of himself. Yet, at the same time, Iris made him feel more like himself than anyone else. Like, he could be his truest self with her. That made it all too easy for Barry to forget why he’s there, that he and Iris aren’t really friends, and he has a job to do.

While his brain scrambled to think of their options, he stroked Iris’ hair. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it to calm her or himself.

Since the note had been left at her front door, Iris’ apartment clearly wasn’t safe anymore.

“Pack up a bag, quick.” He told her. “I need to take you somewhere safe.

Iris jumped a little at Barry breaking their silence.

“Where am I going to go?” She asked. “My dad’s?”

“No. That’s too obvious, The 75 would expect that. I have to bring you to a secret location, somewhere you’ve never been, so nobody would guess you’d be there.”

“You’ll go there with me?”

“Of course!” Barry affirmed.

Iris gave him a pained smile.

“I’ll go pack.”

Iris and her bag in his arms, Barry skid into the cortex of S.T.A.R Labs. Cisco and Caitlin greeted them with smiles.

“We’re here.” Barry informed Iris, letting go of her.

He watched her face change as she took in the surroundings. She looked confused, intrigued, and anxious.

“Welcome to Star Labs!” Cisco hailed, approaching Iris with a an outstretched hand.

Iris shook it, then turned to Barry.

“Is this place like, your headquarters?”

Cisco answered for him, “Oh yeah. This is where the magic happens!” He held out his arms. “Every idea, every plan, that’s stopped every bad guy in the city, was conceived right here.”

“And, who are you?”

This time it was Barry’s turn to answer for Cisco.

“He’s my engineer friend I told you about, Cisco Ramon.”

Cisco pointed at Barry, but kept looking at Iris. “That suit, I made it.”

Iris looked Barry up and down. In that moment, he wished his cowl covered his cheeks to hide his blush.

“It’s a really nice suit.” Iris said, a mix of awkwardness and genuine appreciation in her voice.

Eager to change the subject, Barry introduced Caitlin.

“That is the doctor I told you about, her name is Caitlin Snow.”

Caitlin gave a small wave.

“Nice to finally meet you, Iris.”

Iris emphasized, “Finally?”

With Iris’s back to him, Barry gestured cutting his throat to Caitlin, telling her to shut up.

“Uh-” Caitlin cringed. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Iris looked suspiciously at Barry.

“They’re uh- fans of your blog.” He spluttered.

Iris shook Caitlin’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Iris, why don’t I show you where you can put your stuff?” Barry suggested.

“Ok.” She agreed. Her face fell.

Barry kicked himself for reminding her of why he’d brought her here. He so wanted to introduce her to his friends, tour her around the lab, give evasive answers to all the questions she was sure to ask for an article. But, Iris wasn’t here under happy circumstances.

“You’ll be safe here.” Caitlin interjected. “All of us are going to stay here too, we’ll watch out for you.”

“I can’t thank you enough. I feel safer already. This place must be so secure. I’m sure there’s no way anybody could get in.” Iris assumed.

Barry scratched his neck.

“Uh, yeah, so your room is this way.”

Barry left Iris so she could settle into the guest bedroom. He found Cisco and Caitlin in the cortex, both hunched over tablets. To get their attention, Barry tapped the frame of the doorway.

“How’s Iris?” Caitlin asked.

Barry sighed. “As good as you can expect when being threatened by a gang.”

Caitlin frowned. Barry was so tired of the constant unease felt by everyone because of the looming dark cloud the thought The 75 inspired.

“We sent the prints off the note over to CCPD for you.” Caitlin informed him. “Now, we’re looking into the financial histories of some of the city’s most influence people. Any suspicious donations, offshore activity-”

Barry interrupted her. “The 75 are smart. They’ll know better than to do that.”

“Worth a shot.” Cisco deadpanned without looking up.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Barry collapsed into a chair. It was only noon but this day already felt like it had lasted weeks. He spread his legs and rotated his neck, trying to work out all the muscle tightness his anxiety had caused.

He noticed Caitlin watching him inquizitive.

“What? Are my stretches not optimal for orthopedic well-being?

“They’re not, but that’s not what I was thinking.” Timidly, she said, “I know you’re really worried about Iris. More worried than you would be if it were someone else?”

His first instinct was to deny it, but the looks on Cisco and Caitlin’s faces told him it was pointless. They knew.

“Yes.” He admitted. “Of course, it’s Iris.”

They exchanged a look of victory.

“Are you guys going to tell me how it’s a bad idea for me to be so invested?”

“No.” Cisco answered. “Actually, Caitlin and I were talking and we think you should tell Iris your name.”

Barry blinked. He couldn’t possibly have heard that right.

“What?”

“Man, you’re clearly in love with her.”

Caitlin nodded in agreement.

“You’ve been having those rooftop rendezvous ever since you discovered her blog.”

“Everyone already knows her as the biggest Flash fangirl in the city. Every bad guy knows targeting her is an easy way to draw you out. So, she’s already in danger. Knowing your identity wouldn’t put her in any more danger.” Cisco explained.

“It also might help her feel more comfortable right now, seeing your face and knowing your name, assuring her it’s really you protecting her, not just a guy in a mask.” Caitlin added.

Barry put his face in his hands. He’d always wanted to tell Iris who he is, but now didn’t seem like a good time.

“But, that would make us closer! If she knows who I am, if we start interacting as Barry and Iris, not Flash and Iris, our relationship is going to get stronger!”

“Don’t you want that?” Caitlin asked, taken aback.

Barry paused. Yes. No. He didn’t know.

“I want Iris to be safe. I’ve put her in enough danger already. I never should’ve found her after reading her blog, never should’ve let let us get to this point.”

Cisco swirled his wrist.

“The point of feelings?”

“Yes.” Barry breathed. “The point of feelings. I’ve been selfish. I like her. I wanted to be around her. The idea of this girl who’s inspired by me, and she’s such an amazing person herself, it went to my head.”

“To your heart.” Cisco corrected.

Barry rolled his eyes.

“The closer Iris is to me, the more danger she’s in. I have to put her first. It doesn’t matter what I want. We can never be… together. We can never even be friends.”

“Why don’t you tell her your name and let her decide?” Caitlin challenged.

“B-because-” Barry started.

“If you really care about her, and value her autonomy, you’ll give her all the information and let her make her own decision.”

Barry walked slowly down the corridor. Thinking of everything and nothing, all his options weighing on him, his mind was numb. A sweet humming lifted Barry’s spirits. He followed it to Iris’s doorway.

The door was open. Barry looked on as she put the folded clothes from her suitcase into the bedside drawers.

“That’s a nice song.” Barry said, alerting Iris to his presence.

She smiled bashfully.

“I always hum when I’m nervous.”

“I always sweat when I’m nervous.”

Instantly regretting that divulgence, Barry rubbed her neck. Yep, sweaty. He was nervous.

“Thank you again for letting me stay here.” Iris said.

“It’s no problem. Nobody uses this room since Harry went back to-”

Iris looked at him expectantly, but Barry stopped himself. The multiverse was a conversation for another day.

“Anyway,” He cleared his throat. “The room is free.”

Iris sat down on the bed, all her clothes put away. It was obvious this threat was really getting to her. Her eyes were shadows of their usual gleam. She looked like she’d seen a ghost.

“I should’ve known Star Labs is where you spend your time. So much weird stuff happens here. It’s basically one big metahuman experiment.”

Barry exhaled a little more forcefully, an almost laugh.

Somehow, in their shared gaze, she found the thing that haunted his eyes.

“I believe in you.” She told him firmly.

Barry smiled, “I know.”

“It’s hard not to be scared, but, there’s nobody else I’d trust more to protect me.”

Barry’s smile twitched. He looked down at his feet.

“What’s on your mind?” Iris asked. “You look deep in thought.”

This time Barry laughed for real. She could always read him.

“I always wonder why I wear a mask with you.”

He sat down beside Iris on the bed. His mind was made up, he was going to do it.

Gesturing to his mask, he said, “I kept telling myself that I had to protect you, and the way to do that was keeping you in the dark about who I really am. I wanted to push you away, for your own sake. But, I feel like there’s forcing in the universe pushing us together no matter what we do.”

“What do you mean.”

“We’re already big parts of each other’s lives now, don’t you think?”

“Well, yeah.” Iris agreed.

“Everyone in Central City knows about our connection. So, it’s pointless to keep pretending hiding my identity would stop a bad guy from coming after you. Wearing this mask, I’m only protecting myself from being vulnerable with you, because it scares me how much I want to be.”

Barry watched Iris’s face carefully as he lifted off his cowl and pulled down his chin strap.

“My name is Barry Allen and I am The Flash.”

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