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chocoholicannanymous · 3 years ago

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Gonna Come True (Glee)

AN: This is a follow-up to There's a Miracle Due which was written for the Glee Twistfest, “What if Mercedes & Kurt got Maria & Tony?” back in 2014 (yikes). I had the storyline for this already back then (hello, all of three lines in a document), it's just taken me until now to actually write it.

For @krummavisur who wanted it.

Thanks to @elledelajoie for looking it over .

The title is taken from “Something Coming”, West Side Story.

Oh, and I am not trying to follow any kind of canon time-line. Just, go with it.

Gonna Come True

Kurt throws himself into preparing for West Side Story with an energy that makes Mercedes envious. She understands though – he doesn't feel like he got the role honestly, which is bullshit, but. He still thinks he needs to prove himself. In her eyes he did so during his audition, and it's everyone else who needs to prove themselves to him, but he doesn't see it that way. Years of Lima bullshit stops him from seeing it.

He doesn't drop out of the race for senior class president though, not even when he's complaining about balancing that with Tony and school and Blaine. She asks him why and gets an answer she should have expected.

“At first this was about getting at least something on my resume. But that's not it any longer. I'm running as a reminder that bullying is a problem at this school, and that something needs to be done. If I win – and I don't expect to, not here – then I have a shot at making the administration do something. If I lose I still raise awareness. Every time I speak about my agenda I force the people listening to remember that bullying is an issue, that bullying kills, and that it is not okay.

“That's worth losing a little sleep.”

Mercedes's heart swells at hearing her boo speak so passionately about it, and it breaks as she hears an angry Santana tell Brittany that she should run against Kurt.

Kurt who is currently pulling down unicorn posters around the school while pushing back tears.

She waits until Brittany walks away before cornering Santana.

“We need to talk. What you just told Brit? That's a shit thing to do.”

Santana starts to argue, all fire, and under other circumstances Mercedes would admire her willingness to go to bat for her girl, but not now.

“No. Don't you dare. Do you know why Kurt is so upset over those posters? It's because to him they represent everything that he's been bullied over. And that? Has a lot to do with you. You have been sitting in the choir room for two years, mocking him for what he likes and for who he is.

“So here we are. Him running on an anti-bullying platform, and your girlfriend plastering the school with posters reminding him of exactly that bullying. Do I really need to explain to you why it is that when Kurt looks at those posters he doesn't see Brit's intentions, her meaning – he sees your bullying.”

Mercedes sees her words are hitting home, even if Santana is putting up a good front.

“Oh, and Santana? When you mock Kurt for being gay it makes you a hypocrite. But when you mock him for being 'girly'? It's even worse. Because when you say that there's something wrong with being like a girl, you're implying that there's something wrong with being a girl. And I'm not okay with that.

“Now, you are going to go back to Brit and tell her exactly what happened here, and you're going to make sure that she forgets all about running against him. He's had enough of his so-called friends doing that, I'd think.

“I'm not saying this – any of this – to be mean. I'm trying to be a good friend, to Kurt and to you. But make no mistake. You ruin this for Kurt? I'll ruin you.”

Mercedes might not be popular like a cheerleader, but she's got friends and she's got contacts outside of school. Her threat's not an empty one, and Santana knows it.

Her phone's ringing. There's something hitting her window, and her phone's ringing. At half past eleven on a school night.

Whoever it is, Mercedes is going to cut them.

Except it's Kurt, and he's not looking right.

As she lets him in through the back-door Mercedes notices the wrinkled clothes and the mussed hair that doesn't fit with a night of dancing. More making out, but Kurt doesn't have that well-kissed look. Plus, he's pale and shaky.

Something's wrong.

It takes her a long time to coax the story out of him, about Blaine trying to rape him. Except when she says that Kurt denies it, vehemently.

“Are you serious right now? Are you defending him? No! Okay? No. Hell no even.

“Look, if I showed up at your place and told you Shane had pulled me into the backseat of a car, had tried to get my clothes off and wouldn't stop touching me even though I said no, what would you tell me? Would you tell me it was okay because we're dating? That he's allowed to do that because I'm in love with him and he treats me good the rest of the time? Would you tell me to suck it up and forgive him?

“Would you explain away that and tell me that if he won't respect my 'no' the solution is to say 'yes' instead?”

Kurt's even paler now, his eyes blown and unfocused. He doesn't say anything though. Instead he just whimpers and rushes out to the bathroom.

When he comes back he's regained some color. He still looks like shit though. Mercedes pulls out some comfortable clothes that were bought for her brother, but got conscripted as backup for unplanned Kurt-visits, and leaves him to change while she gets them some chamomile tea.

Later, as the lights are out and they're curled up together, trying to get what rest they can Kurt whispers: “I'm going to have to break up with him, aren't I?”

She holds him as he cries himself to sleep.

The next day Kurt pretends like nothing's happened. He doesn't want to rock the boat before the West Side Story premiere, he says, or deal with the bitchfit Rachel would throw. “I'll do it after the final performance on Sunday” he promises, and Mercedes doesn't have it in her to push him. Not with the memory of his tears so fresh.

Dress rehearsal that night goes well, right up to the point where Artie comes to talk to them after. They need more fire, more passion, he claims and then proceeds to tell them that they should hurry up and have sex before their first show so they can portray lovers more believably. Oh, he doesn't put it quite like that, but it's pretty obvious that's what he means.

Mercedes is stunned at first, and then furious. She's surprised that Kurt's not ripping into him, with everything, and oh. Hell no.

“Are you telling me to have sex to improve the show you're directing? Really? How about you get some classes or something, to improve your part? You know, instead of sexually harassing me.”

Artie sputters out what's probably meant as a denial, but she just talks right over him.

“If you as much as breathe about this again, to anyone, I will report you. And then my mama will go have a talk with your parents about how they've failed at raising you to be a decent human being.

“Do you get me?”

He nods quickly, mumbles something and makes a hasty retreat. Just as he goes out the door Kurt's voice rings out, cold.

“And to think I remember a boy who grieved that his first time wasn't romantic enough. I wonder what he would think of you now.”

Artie doesn't say anything, or slow down, but he slumps a little in his chair as the barb hits home. Mercedes shifts her attention to Kurt and sees pale skin, rigid posture and shaky hands. He's thinking the same thing she is.

“Boo...”

“No, 'Cedes, please. Let's not speculate about whether or not he had that speech with the others first. I can't, not now.”

So she lets it go. For now.

Mercedes is on stage for the opening show Friday night along with Kurt. Not in the spotlight, sure, but still there. She can't help but compare Rachel and Blaine's performance with what she and Kurt can do, and they come up short. Tomorrow night, she thinks. Tomorrow night we're going to show them how it's really done.

She says as much to Kurt as they leave together and he laughs, the first sign of happiness she's heard from him in two days. The laughter dies out soon as he spots a bunch of well-dressed boys waiting outside. She recognizes a few from Kurt's time at Dalton, but not all of them. She'd think it nice of them to come see their friends perform, except judging from Kurt's reaction they're not an entirely welcome sight.

He still greets them politely, smiling that small “company smile” she doesn't like while asking if they remember Mercedes.

“And this,” he says with strained, icy politeness, “is Sebastian Smythe, this year's new transfer to Dalton.”

This then is the reason they're not welcome. Still, she follows Kurt's example and pulls out church manners.

Apparently the boys have been given tickets by Blaine, the tall new boy explains, before trying to needle Kurt.

“So, Officer Krupke? How did that feel, such a...manly role?”

Ouch.

“Oh, you know, it's not about the role, it's what you put into it. And it makes for an interesting contrast to tomorrow and playing Tony. ”

Everyone quiets at that and the mood gets slightly uncomfortable. Trent is about to break the silence, but Sebastian talks right over him.

“Right. Well, we'll have to withhold judgment until after of course, but I'd say you'll have a hard time measuring up to Blaine. And you,” he turns to Mercedes, “are you also playing another role tomorrow? This one's Maria perhaps?”

She nods without explaining, and then listens as the boys stumble over excuses about not knowing exactly who'll be there tomorrow, but “We're sure you'll do great, Kurt!”

Once they're out of sight Kurt sags a little.

“He didn't tell them. He went to Dalton to tell them about the show, and give them tickets, and he didn't tell them I was in it. Didn't tell them I was also playing Tony. They tried to cover it up, but... They were my friends too, and he didn't tell them.”

She loops an arm around his waist and snuggles close.

He deserves so much better.

There's a group of Dalton boys there next evening again, making Kurt smile and Blaine startle. Some are from the evening before, including the sharp Sebastian, some are new. They all applaud enthusiastically, and wait so they can congratulate Kurt on his performance. Mercedes pays extra attention to Sebastian, for some reason, but all he says is “not bad”. It sounds genuine though, and so is Kurt's smile as he nods and thanks the other boy.

Mercedes knows they did better than “not bad”. They were awesome together. She doesn't need to hear it from this reluctant boy though. She's got a better source.

They skip the cast party. Kurt's not eager to be with Blaine, especially since there might be alcohol involved, and Mercedes prefers celebrating with her boyfriend who has been a rock. There's a small sting as Kurt walks away alone, but it slips away as she accepts Shane's flowers and kiss and walks out on his arm.

The next morning Mercedes shows up at the Hummel-Hudson house almost uncomfortably early. She drags a still sleep-tussled Kurt to the dining table and spreads out the Gazette in front of him. It's already open to the right page and she sees exactly when Kurt realizes what she's got.

“You read that, I'll fix breakfast.”

She's brought coffee from home along with juice and fresh croissants from the bakery a block away and a small carton of strawberries. It's a luxury, but it's a well-deserved one. It's the work of no time to put it all out along with cups and plates, and as she does that she hears Kurt's voice rise, reading select paragraphs out loud.

“Rachel Berry's 'Maria' is technically perfect, with the singer hitting every note. Sadly that excellence does not extend to the rest of her performance. Ms Berry fails to provide personality and emotion, and simply put she lacks the ability to bring Maria to life.”

He stops, shakes his head and looks at her.

“Ehm, ouch?”

Yes.

“Blaine Anderson as Tony does not help. Where a better singer and actor could shore up his counterpart Anderson falls flat. 'Flat' is in fact the word that comes to mind most often when seeing and listening to him performing. Anderson fails to hit the notes in several of the songs, and often resorts to what must be described as screaming instead of singing. He lacks the range needed to play Tony, and obviously also the training needed to make up for his shortcomings.

“On the acting side it's equally flat. Anderson's body language and facial expressions are mostly too subtle – or possibly non-existent – to come across from the stage, making it like watching a cardboard cut-out most of the time. On the other hand, when he does come across it's much too exaggerated, making his Tony look like a caricature. (I find myself looking at the playbill to see if this is meant to be a comedic take on this epic show. It's not.)

“Holy shit, 'Cedes!”

Yessssss.

“Finally, the dancing. Here, Anderson does better – most of the time. He clearly favors certain parts of the choreography, and there he does very well. In other parts it is obvious that Anderson lacks either the desire or the ability to perform according to choreography. This shows, as other cast members – including Ms Berry's Maria – often have to adjust their own moves to accommodate Anderson, either because he takes up too much space or because he simply isn't where he is supposed to be.

“Towards the end of the show Anderson also shows a surprising lack of stamina, and almost literally falls flat as he stumbles through some of the steps.

“The rest of the cast...”

Kurt's voice peters off, and he looks at her, stunned. Mercedes only smiles, satisfied.

“You should read on. Really.”

Kurt looks at her with skepticism, but does as she says. She knows exactly when he hits the part she wanted him to see, because he looks up at her, wide-eyed and slightly stunned.

“After this the pair playing Maria and Tony during Saturday's performance – as well as today's matinée – is a pleasant surprise. Mercedes Jones and Kurt Hummel bring our lovers to life in a way that looks more like a professional setup than a high school play. Not only are they both talented singers, but they also manage to communicate the story to the audience and play off each other in a way that lifts the entire show.

“It is noticeable, having seen both sets of performers that like Anderson Jones has some difficulty with the choreography. However the adjustments made to cater to her limitations in no way come off as a lesser version of what Berry performs, and does in fact make her look better than Anderson's attempt at a more complex choreography. Meanwhile Hummel needs no such adjustments and manages to pair vocals with dancing in a truly impressive manner.

“Hummel's vocals could take up an article of its own, and so this reporter will just note that it comes as no surprise that Hummel is pursuing schooling and later a career in performing arts. We are looking forward to seeing him on stage on many more occasions.”

Kurt drops the paper and blinks like an owl.

“Am I dreaming? Did an actual reporter not only attend a West Side Story performance at McKinley to write about it in the Gazette, but they actually went twice?”

“Yeah boo.”

“And they actually wrote that we did better than Rachel and Blaine?”

“Yeah, they did. And they were right, you know. You did so much better than Blaine that he should be embarrassed.”

Kurt blushes a little, then pulls a grimace.

“What?”

“I was just thinking... I've been wondering if breaking up with Blaine over what happened was an overreaction, because...” He meets her eye, and looks away. “Anyway, I'm reading this and instead of being happy for me – for us – I can't help but think that Blaine's going to go ballistic. And that waiting for the show to be over probably wasn't that great of an idea. He's going to expect me to listen to him whine about this.”

Mercedes isn't surprised to hear that Kurt's been considering forgiving his boyfriend. A bit disappointed, sure, but not surprised. He always was more loyal than people deserved. She is surprised that he's being that clear-sighted about Blaine though. That's good. That means he's probably going to follow through.

As if cued Kurt's phone starts buzzing and they both look at the screen. Blaine. Mercedes makes an unhappy face. Kurt... Kurt looks upset and rejects the call before turning the sound off.

“Boo?”

“I am not going to ruin my afterglow by listening to him complain about how no one appreciates him. Not when I'm already going to break up with him. Just, no.

“Instead I'm going to enjoy this lovely breakfast with my gorgeous leading lady, and then I'm going to read that article again and gloat. Oh, and then I'm going out to get myself a couple of extra copies as proof that even in Lima people can see our talent.

“I don't know how you did it, but you, my dear, pulled off a miracle.”

And she has, hasn't she? Not by making someone see and recognize Kurt's talent, though, but by making him smile, wide and open.

That's her miracle, right there.

~ The End ~

#chocoholic fics #mercedes jones #kurt hummel #not for the klaint of heart #not rachel or blaine friendly #i guess

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, I think there is like one or two swear words.

Summary: After the fight with Tony, Steve Rogers needs a place to stay and hide. This is when you bring him to your secret house in the mountains. One on one with Cap is fine, right?

A/N: This little one shot was made for one and only @imanuglywombat and her challenge. Congratulations for 1.7K followers, well deserved! Hope you will all enjoy this little one here <3 And I hope I am not too quick to post it?

Word Count: 5580+

Everything changed so quickly. One day you were all sitting in the compound drinking and laughing. Until the accords happened. It was then two friends became enemies and the superheroes became the enemies of the government.

All because Sokovia, all because the past was a bitch that would never let anyone live peacefully. All because Zemo's family was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

It all happened so fast and you happened to end up on the "losing" side. You saw Avengers as the independents who worked better without the interference of the politics. You chose the wrong side, as Tony described, not because you were an avenger, but because you weren't. Because they needed a technician. Because Steve needed you.

You were his wall that he used to hide behind, whenever he felt too exposed. You were his pillar when he lost the support. You were the one person that listened to Steve Rogers and not Captain America. You choice him not because of your deep and unconditional love, but because he needed you. Even if he never said that out loud. He looked for you when you we're not in the room. His playing eyes whenever he was left with painful decision to make. You never said anything. You were just there. Ironically you were his shield.

They all needed you, but right now with this empty expression on his face, Steve longed your attention, even of the hid that. He would never dare to look weak in front of you, in front of any of you. But you knew, you felt the pain in his blue eyes when he had to say goodbye to Bucky in Wakanda when apologised to Wanda and Vision, Clint and Scot. When he fought with Sam about stepping away just for a while, because he was too recognisable. He knew Wilson was right but it still pained that it was his friend to find and help Nat and not him.

So you stayed and chose him to make sure he will not get lonely. That he will still have him pillar and wall he used for that emotional protection. So you stayed because they needed a technician.

"We're almost here" you stated, slowly preparing the jet to land. You turned off all the possible tracking devises that Tony may have added to the plane in case someone decided to go after Captain America and his little squad.

"And what is here", the blonde man asked, looking around sceptically, only seeing mountains and trees around. You smiled sadly, seeing his untrusty gaze but you had to understand him. He did trust a lot of people lately, who seemed to be someone completely different.

"Don't you trust me, O Captain! My Captain!?" He gave you a soft, small smile and looked ahead. It was still not the same one that melted your heart whenever you two chatted, after a long mission and a stack of weapon and devices to repair. He was a good companion. He talked just enough, listened whenever you cursed on whoever was stupid enough to destroy whatever you were preparing, which most of the time was him, and he laughed at your reactions and your jokes. It was this beautiful sight and sound that you have fallen in love really quickly. This brought you a calmness that you thought you can never require from something as trivial as a laugh. His eyes sparkled and all the worries have disappeared from his face, making him look younger. And you were so proud that you were the one that managed to do that. So now you pledged that one day this laugh will come back to warm your heart once again.

The sight of an average size wooden house in the middle of the mountains and trees woke you from your thought. You looked around to find a nice place to land and leave the jet. There was a little smile on your lips. You haven't been for half a year or so. And you only wished you'd come here and show it to Steve in completely different circumstances.

"You can call a safe house if you'd like, " you started turning if the jet, making sure you put everything in order that ko one would track it down and saw it from the distance. "That's what Sam decided to call it."

"And how do you call it?" He asked, watching you work your magic with the jet. After Tony and Bruce, you were the biggest brain in the Tower with the love of the technology bigger than Stark's.

He loved watching you work. You were so passionate about every piece you could get your hand on, that it was contagious. The little smile and lip biting when you focused on something harder. The little happy, girly giggles erupting from your lips when you finished something you were proud of. Or the cussing under the breath of anyone that broke part of the weapon you made. To his amusement, it was mostly directed towards him. How many times has he betrayed his poor colleagues telling you that it was not his fault, but in some damn miracle you always seemed to know he was lying. There was this smirk on your lip and a side look, that you gave almost saying 'yeah sure, Cap!"

You belonged to the Tower. You always have. He hated himself for bringing you with them. Yes, it was your choice, but he should have said no, he should have made you stay with Tony. But you had nothing of it. You forced yourself into this quinjet and flew with them to Wakanda. He hoped that you would stay there and stay out of troubles, but to his fear, you planned to come back. Because "you all need a good technician." He was thankful, but still afraid for your safety. Coming with them made you a criminal, something he could not live with. You were away from your babies, as you always called your weapons, and stuck with him. Not even with Sam or Nat, but for him, because he wasn't even able to help his friends.

"Come on Steve, we all know you can't go now... You are a way to recognisable!" Sam was trying to put some sense into his heated head. "Wait for a while. Maybe grow some hair and beard, look like a homeless guy and then you will join me and Nat."

He hated to admit that, but Wilson was right. Even a hat and glasses would not do justice now when he became a well known governmental criminal. This was really just pathetic, and sad. How one person's image can change due to his personal feelings. One day he was a national hero, the other a criminal that needs to hide away from everybody.

"Come on, let me show my house", he widened his eyes at the information. He thought you were staying in the Tower, not to mention that this place was miles and miles away from the base. He started to panic. If it was your house, did that mean there was a family in here? Were you like Clint that was hiding his whole personal life away from everybody? He stopped in track realising that if this was your house, then SHIELD must have known about it. "Will just stop worrying for a while and trust me this once?" He looked away feeling ashamed, that you were able to read him so well. Not to mention, that he didn't mean to make you feel like he didn't trust you, because that was far from the truth. He trusted you more than anyone. You were the first one he contacted in Washington. You were the one disabling all the tracking devices, for him and Nat to run. You never joined them, but you were always in their ear ready to help them. He frowned just now realising something.

"You were here when you helped us in Washington", your little smile was enough for him to know that he was right. You did tell him you were away from Washington and in the safe place. So this was it.

"Sam is the only person that knows about this place. He has never been here, but he does know the coordinates, so if something happens he can always come here." You explained, slowly walking towards the doors. "No one knows about this place. This is the sacred asylum I go to when I need to be alone. It has been my dirty little secret for years now", you winked at him, bringing an understanding nod from him.

"It looks nice", he stated, looking at it from the outside, while you were searching for keys, you always had with you, in case you decided to just come here one day, out of a blue. The house did look cosy. It reminded him of Clint's house. Not too big not too small, just perfect. It looked like it was built for a family, rather than one person, but he decided not to go there. The little mixture of wood and stones gave it a nice, warm feeling as it was an old-fashioned type of house, which he already liked.

He was not however ready for the insides. He couldn't help but smile. If he thought the outside looked old-fashioned than he was totally not ready for this. There was no TV, no computers. The only 21st century was the kitchen, with a new oven and microwave and some kitchen technology. He knew you loved to cook, so this didn't surprise him. But even though it was different from the other parts of the house, it somehow completed the look perfectly.

"I come here to run away from the big city", you started, almost as reading his mind. You knew him enough to be able to read his expressions. "Just me, nature, mulled wine and a good book." He smiled at it, trying to imagine you seating on the sofa, or the little carpet next to the little fireplace in the living room, with no worries whatsoever.

"There is a lot of books," he noticed, looking at all the bookshelves rounding the room. He looked around and frowned seeing pictures frames on the shelves and walls. You did not have there in the compound. He used to come and watch movies with you and he has never seen any. Feeling brave and nosy, he took one where there were four people in it. What he assumed were your parents, a little boy at the age maybe three or four and you. He smiled. You couldn't be more than sixteen here. You wore a nice, blue summer dress. Your hair was in a braid and a smile on your lips. You looked so care-free and adorably cute, that he felt his smile widen.

"That's..." He noticed how you swallowed before continuing. "My parents and Mike, my little brother." He frowned hearing your tone cold. He put that back down ready to apologise for snooping, but you smiled and took his hand. "Come on, let me show you the house!" He chuckled under his nose at your childish excitement. But he followed you, happy that you were still able to laugh despite the whole situation. Not to mention, that he really enjoyed the warmth of your hand in his. Without thinking he squished in, in case you tried to take it back.

“There are two bedrooms, each with their own bathroom.” You started walking to one of them. “This will be yours if it's ok with you? There are already some stuff at the other one. So here is the bathroom. There is a bath and the build in shower, so, however, you feel like you can have two.” Your smile widened. “If you want any oils or anything just tell me. I’ve got like millions of those in my bathroom.” You then turned towards him with shining eyes. “I have something you will enjoy!” You walked him back into the room, and pointed at the des where there was a beautiful old fashioned wooden gramophone. Your heart skipped a bit, when you noticed his expression. He looked like a kid that just got his favourite gift for Christmas. “I have a radio in my room, but here are some vinyls out there as well.” Not giving him time to proceed you took him further on to one more bathroom on that level and little library with more books.

“What’s in here?” He asked, stopping next to the closed doors. He frowned seeing you flinch and bit your lip. He looked down when he felt you squeezing his hand a bit more.

“How about we eat something?” you let go of his hand and started walking to the kitchen downstairs. “I’m starving.” You smiled towards him but there was no sparkle in those eyes.

Steve felt awful. After the question, you showed him the downstairs, the living room, kitchen, and the wood place outside of the house. He promised to cut some of them for the evening and you thanked him with a nod. It was quite after that. Even the dinner making was awkward.

“This house…” You finally started, when you both were sitting on the couch, with a beer for each of you. You took a deep breath smiled sadly at the man. “ My parents started to build that when I was 13 or so. They said it’s for them when the kids move out. I always laughed at them because Mike was still just a kid, and it would take ages for them to move in here.” You took of your shoes and put your legs on his knees. Something you’ve done millions of times while you were watching movies at your room, back in the Tower. However, this time, you hoped it would give you strength to continue talking. “They finished it right before my 16th birthday. This picture you saw… It was at my birthday. A week after there was a car crash. They were coming back from a movie with Mike. I stayed in preparing for my college tests. They…” You felt Steve’s fingers circling on your leg. You looked up, just now realising you were tearing up. “There was a drunkie and all of them…” He didn’t think long, before he pulled you towards him and hugged you hard. His warm arms went around you, not caring about your tears watering his dress shirt. You felt so save, so good in him embrace. “This room, it was their bedroom. I did not walk in there since their death…” He kissed the crown of your head laid down with you still in his arms.

“I’m sorry I asked.” He whispered, and you shook your head.

“No, it’s fine… I’m sorry I teared up like a baby.” He chuckled and started to smoothly stroke your bac, and before you knew, you fell asleep in the arms of the man you loved.

“Like what you see?” You smiled tearing your eyes off his working body. He was cutting the wood and you were not so secretly checking him out. Who wouldn’t? He was build like a greek god, and with those muscles working, there was no girl in this world, who wouldn’t ster.

“You have no idea!” You winked at him and handed him a cup of coffee. You have been here for a week now. And you had to admit, you enjoyed the every minute of it. This weird feeling on how natural it felt to have him here. Cooking and cleaning with him. Staying up all night just to talk or watch stupid movies, on your laptop you took. He also started to smile a bit more lately, which made you very happy. It was still not the same laugh, but it was close enough. “Aren’t you too warm? I wouldn’t mind if you take that uncomfortable shirt off”, your heart skipped a bit hearing the booming laugh coming from his mouth. There it was. The laugh you fell in love with.

“Since when are you such a flirt?” He asked, putting the axe away and sitting next to you on the wooden bench. It was a nice weather today. Even a bit too nice and if he was being serious he did feel a little too hot, but he would never undress in front of you, without your consent.

“Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy the attention”, another wink and another chuckle from him. There was something familiar whenever you talked to him. Something nice and soothing even when you tried to flirt. It was safe and fun. For both of the sides.

“From you? Always”, you bit your lip and smiled at him. There was something sincere about this. Jokes aside. He seemed to be very serious right now. The way he was looking at you, the stormy blue eyes travelled down your lips only for a mere second but they were there.

“And who’s the flirt now?” You whispered, taking a deeper breath, making him smirk. You wanted him to kiss you. You would never make a first move, but if he decided to kiss you, you would not say no. You liked him. Who were you kidding. You loved him. But you never found a good time to tell him about your feeling. First it was Washington, then Ultron, and now those stupid Accords. You didn’t want him to feel like he was being pushed into something. You wanted him to think about what you were about to tell him and wait for the answer. The longer you waited the more difficult it was for you to actually sit and talk to him. It wasn’t the fear of being rejected. But the fact that this conversation may change the relationship between the two of you, which you didn’t want. He was your best friend and losing him would feel like a nightmare. So you just kept those feelings to yourself, burying them down in your heart.

“The coffee”, he finally said, pulling away from the trance. You looked away ashamed of this intimate moment between the two of you. “It doesn’t taste as good when it’s cold”, he chuckled nervously, taking a sip for himself. You let out a breath and closed your eyes. This was the main reason why you never made a move.

“There is a nice way through the mountain, if you’d like to join me?” He raised his brow and looked back at the said mountains. “It’s not a difficult path, but a nice way to get your head straight.” You smiled to him encouraging and he nodded, thankful inside that you killed the nervousness between the two of you.

“You’re slacking”, he joked, when you were finally steps away from the top of the not so high hill, that you thought was a good idea to climb. Oh, how wrong were you. You send him one of your evil look and sat on one of the rocks, breathing heavily.

“Well, I’m sorry, Mr ‘I have a serum in my body’”, he laughed out loud, seeing your pout and sat next to you. “Not to mention, that your legs are like three times longer than mine!”

“That’s exaggeration!” He chuckled, handing you a bottle of water from his backpack. You smiled sweetly at him and drink half of it in one go.

“I swear I was better in that! Used to hike a lot, but I guess i turned into a desk mole”, You gave him back the bottle for him to finish it. Your gaze wandered over his Adam’s apple, admiring the shallow movements with every sip he took. “I was in better shape.”

“It’s understandable. It was quite chaotic lately, so I’m not surprised you’re… well… shit”, you widened your eyes and exhaled ‘offended’.

“First of all!” You started standing up and playfully poking at his chest. “Language?” He rolled his eyes but chuckled. “Second of all, is this what a gentleman sounds like? And here I am, thinking men in the 40’s were something else.” You shifted your weight on your right leg and put a hand on your hip, still poking at him. “Not to mention, that you’re a meany!” He opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him, poking him harder making his shake his head in amusement. “Here I am opening my doors for you, and is that how you pay me back?” You said jokingly, but your smile disappeared when he stopped your poking, holding your wrist. He got up and looked at you with a such severity, that you just wanted to disappear. He took a step closer to you, towering over you with his blue eyes gazed on you. Despite the tension you felt, there was this nice feeling in your stomach that you liked whenever seeing him serious.

“You have no idea how thankful I am”, he whispered not taking his eyes off you. “Not only for choosing my side, but for everything else, I haven’t really thanked you for. The time in Washington, all the subtle but so needed changes into my suit”, he smirked, when you widen your eyes. You thought he never noticed them, as he never spoke of it. It made you happy, that he did notice and appreciated it. “Thank you for being by my side, for letting me know about Peggy, for the help with searching for Bucky and for the last week.” You looked away, but he raised your chin with his fingers and smiled. “I have been down since the whole situations with Accords and Bucky. Tony… We may not always get along but he is my friend, my family and… I know I was hard to get along with since we left Wakanda. Sam texted me almost everyday to stop being a dick and be nice for you. But you…” He chuckled and linked his forehead with yours. “You never made me feel bad. You were there for me. Everyday. Bringing me to your house, your dirty little secret”, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “You trusted me enough to tell about your family and the last week?”, both of his hands were on your cheeks, eyes on you and a small, gentle smile on his lips. “I haven’t felt so relax and so good since I woke up from the ice”, it made your heart skip a beat. “Waking up to see you in the kitchen preparing breakfast, watching and reading together, talking for the whole day and night. Getting to know each other. You made me feel like Steve Rogers again. Not Captain America, not an Avenger, not a criminal. Just me. And I’m not sure you have any clue on how important it is for me. You made me forget I have a whole US government looking for me. You made me feel like a normal guy, who just lives his life with a…” You noticed how he swallowed and took a deep breath before continuing. “With a beautiful woman by my side.” Your breath hitched at his confession. Your breathing quickened and you felt incredibly hot right now, your head spinning and legs losing any powers to stand by yourself.

You opened your mouth a bit, when his thumb came across your bottom lip. So smoothly and delicately. It felt like he put all of the emotions into this one touch. A simple and innocent touch made you want more. More Of his touches, more of him. You wanted to feel his lips on yours.

“Tell me to stop”, he whispered coming closer and closer. You ran your tongue across your lips and smiled at him.

“No”, you managed to say before he closed the distance between the two of you. There was a second you tensed, but when his tongue moved down your lip, your hands moved to the back oh his neck and kissed him back, like your life depended on it. You opened your mouth to let him in and enjoyed every second of his dominance, until you parted away taking a deep breath. Jeez he was a good kisser.

Blushing, you looked up and smiled seeing his big grin. There was some pink on his cheeks as well, making him look even more adorable. His eyes were shining bright, and the hand that was on your cheek moved, to intertwine your hand with his.

“It looks like its about to rain, how about we head down?” You nodded, not able to form a coherent answer. You only squeezed his hand a bit and followed him, feeling weirdly light and enormously happy.

“I can’t believe you haven’t seen Dirty Dancing!” You exhaled, cleaning up the dishes after the dinner. A glass of white wine next to you, and Steve laughing at your pouting face to your right with a towel ready to help you out. “It’s like THE best movie ever!”

“I heard this phrase a lot, to different movies.” He raised his brow at you and you chuckled.

“Well, ok, ok… There are much better movies. But it’s a must watch!” He laughed at your change of mind and took a sip of his beer. You quickly learned that the only alcohol he drunk was whisky and beer, so whenever you were going to get some shopping (in disguise in case someone would recognise you otherwise), you always made sure to have some of it in the basket.

It’s been another week since the mountain moment. That day you came back to the house and sat side by side reading some books. You kissed goodbye and awkwardly went to sleep. The others days seemed better. Steve welcomed you with kisses in the morning, and even a back hug two days later. You didn’t push him. Didn’t want him to feel like you expected something from him. He was old fashioned and as much as you wished just to jump on him, you understood why he took it slow. Well… Until yesterday.

You were sitting on the couch listening to music, your head on his shoulders, when you felt his hands roaming down your body. Starting with gentle touches on your shoulders, down to your sides, your hip waist, and finishing on your thighs, tightening the grip there. You didn’t do anything, letting him explore as much as he wished. But you couldn’t help yourself, when he started planting sweet kisses down your neck. You smiled to yourself at his gentleness, surprising both him and yourself when he bit a spot under the earlop, and the sweetest sound he would ever hear escaped your mouth. The moan. You could not describe yourself a very experienced person, but you were not a virgin. You enjoyed sex, greatly, but there was never a man who would pull out this sound out of you from just kissing.

For some bizarre reason you felt embarrassed, and looked away, only for him to cup your cheeks and place a loving kiss into your lips. Before you knew you were laying on the couch, with his towering out, kissing the life out of you. His colossal, but surprisingly gentle hands were travelling down your body, enjoying every inch of it. Your hands quickly mimicked his and relished the toned muscles under his shirt. You let him kiss you on the neck, until your hands lowered down the belt on his pnt. It was then he stopped you and sat down on the couch, apologising with the huge blush on his cheeks.

He told you how he didn’t wanted it to go as fast and he just let himself with the moment. He looked so stressed and didn’t even want to look you into eyes. This made you smile at him and grab his hand and kiss the knuckles.

“We’ll go as fast or as slow as you wish, Steve.” you only said, and you could see how this made him visibly relax.

After that you both played a movie and went to sleep. Thankfully it did not affect him in any ways. He welcomed you with a kiss and a hug and made you pancakes, which you truly appreciated. You enjoyed those moments with him. You knew you were being selfish, enjoying those domestic life. With fear you were waiting for Sam or Nat to text and call him in the field. But this… You decided to just let yourself live the moment and enjoy the man you loved by your side.

“Ok”, he exclaimed, putting the last glass into the cupboard. “Let’s watch it”, you smiled brightly and pecked him on the lips. You quickly finished the cleaning up and making a popcorn and opening two beers you sat on the couch and opened up the laptop with the movie. He pulled you towards him, and you didn’t complain. You loved laying on his chest or shoulders. You felt save and wanted and… loved.

Your hand voluntarily, without your knowledge, landed on his thigh, slowly caressing it up and down. Too focused on the scene on the screen you didn’t pay attention on how close it was coming up to his slowly growing erection. If you were not so focused on Patrick Swayze you would probably noticed how Rogers’ chest started to lift up and slope.

He closed his eyes and lowered his head back onto the coaches anchor, trying to control the blood flow to his crotch with your every subtle move. He didn’t know if you were doing this on purpose or not, but he was slowly losing patience. He wanted you. You were beautiful and amazing. He was sure that he was slowly falling for you. But he was afraid to let you down. He has never done it before and the last thing he wanted for you to be disappointed at him.

He opened his eyes when the scene changed to Baby and Johnny sexual dance. He noticed how you snoozed closer to him and your hand moved to his inner thigh and he couldn’t help it. He lift you up and sat you down on his hip.

This surprised you, and you were about to question him, when you felt his erection poking at you through his sweats. Your eyes widened and a smirk appeared on your face. You looked him in the eyes and was sure you would cum undone here and there. The lust in his gaze was too much even for you. And when he kissed you, you knew that there wa sno way in hell, you are going to finish the movie.

“Bullshit!” You finally said, after you both cooled down from your orgasms. Four in one night was your record, and you were sure that the two you managed to give him was not enough of the payback for him. “There is not way in hell you have never done it before!” He chuckled, and hissed the top of your head. You were laying on his bare chest, his arm around your waist, enjoying the warmth of his body.

“I’m not lying. There wasn’t really time for me to… explore…” You chuckled and landed a kiss on the left side of his chest. “I hope I did alright?”

“Alright? Steve, I’m not sure I will be able to walk tomorrow!” you looked up and smiled seeing his cheeks redden. This man that ate your pussy clean not even hour ago, was not being all shy talking about it. He truly was adorable.

“I think I’m falling for you”, he blurted and you smiled, hugging him even more. You put your head back into his chest, and before you closed your eyes to go to sleep, you whispered.

“Good. Because I already know I love you.”

When you woke up the bed was cold. You sat up quickly and looked around. You put on the shirt and underwear on and went downstairs. There was no sight of Steve. It was quiet and you almost believed that you have dreamed all this, when you noticed a letter with your name on it. You opened it and bit your lips nervously.

Sweetheart,

I cannot even begin to thank you for everything you have done for me. Those past two weeks were amazing. Not to mention last night. Doll, I love you and I really wanted to start the day with this. But I got a message from Sam and Nat, that they needed me. I didn’t want to wake you up, as you looked so peacefully beautiful.

Last night so special for me. Not because it was my first time, but because it was with you. After Peggy I never thought I would ever be able to fall in love with someone, until you. God, I love you so much, doll. I wish that we could just stay at home and just be us. But I need to help my friends, my family.

And when this all will be over I will come to see you. Give me a month and I will be back in your arms. I promise you.

I love you,

Steve.

You felt tears in your eyes, when you finished the letter and smiled sadly. He loved you. And it didn’t matter how long you would have to wait for him. As long as he would come back to you, you will wait for him. Here, at home.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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Little Secrets (Sriracha, Part 13.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: There's no better feeling than being alive, it makes your heart pound louder and quicker, thoughts brighter and mood better. Nothing feels better than falling in love without realizing what's happening.

Word count: 2 K

A/N: I love Passion Pit even if I don't listen to them much these days! But this song (Little Secrets) just describes Hopper falling for a girl.

Tagging: @nemodoren @creedslove

Master list: H E R E

When your other call made Hopper's office phone ring, he almost jumped at the table, since he was just standing in the doorframe, talking to Powell. His palm closed the door with a loud bang and he went to sit down with a childish grin. But as soon as you spoke, the grin disappeared.

“You can't make it today?” - He repeated to assure himself that he didn't go deaf. But to his own disappointment, he didn't.

“I know it's a bummer and I'm sorry. But mom wants to watch a movie with me and Aiden and... It would be weird if I just disappeared from the house again.” - You mumbled back with a sad tone. It wasn't making you happy either, but there was no point in going against it.

“When you'll be done with the movie?” - Hopper asked without thinking too much into what he was saying. It could be heard that it made you surprised as well, but you answered nonetheless. You two spoke for a few minutes before you said your goodbye.

When Jim's hand put the phone back on the machine, he had a dead face and widened eyes. Before he could stop his own mind, a crazy thought circled in it. You should be done at eleven, which meant that if he stops by twelve... What was he thinking about again?

Was he really thinking about visiting you at your house when everyone's going to sleep? he asked himself. He was. Indeed, he was. And he had a solid plan. The last time he crawled to someone's window was when he was twenty... Which was twenty-one years ago? You were a little girl when he sneaked into someone's room. But God, he was ready to do it again. But he needed to execute that plan flawlessly.

That was on his mind when he stood in front of your house in jeans and a sweatshirt, with a rose in his hand. Jim Hopper - a Vietnam veteran, local Chief and a forty-one-year-old man was looking at your house with his heart up his throat. About that execution... He realized that he didn't know which room belonged to you. He could turn away and drive back home, but Jim Hopper wasn't a pussy.

He noticed the turned on TV in the living room - your father fell asleep while watching the movie, so you let him laying there. Let's be real - Hopper walked around your house for a solid half an hour before finally finding a room which rembled to be a girls one. It was dark, so he couldn't be sure. He even thought about climbing up there and the garage was playing in his favor since he could climb up on it before actually getting into that room.

You frowned from listening to your walkman, listening to quiet sounds coming from the hall between your and Aiden's room. With a growl, you got up from the bed, going to inspect the source before it could wake everyone up. What on earth dared to hammer the window at half past midnight?

And you panicked when you saw Hopper standing under the window with another small rock in his palm. Your eyes widened so much that it was a wonder that they didn't fall out. You immediately opened up the window, leaned out and when you wanted to yell something, you actually couldn't find the words.

“Move, I'm going' up.” - Hopper mutter angrily when he stood up on one of the dustbins next to your garage. You looked behind your shoulder and after that, you got stuck on Hopper climbing up. Well, he wasn't stealthy at all. If he didn't wake anyone up, it was a miracle.

It took only three minutes before he was standing in front of you leaning out of the window. You still couldn't quite catch what was going on, you could see that he's standing right in front of you.

“You fool. What if someone has seen you... Or heard you?” - You freaked out and leaned forward to kiss that old jackass. He was fucking insane. And the rose in his hand was broken in the middle. - “Jesus, come in. Quickly. You've grabbed enough attention already.”

You were looking at the hall and waiting for your mom to storm in, but you shushed Hopper into your room before anyone could see him in your house. For a moment, you were standing next to the door and listening to the house as Hopper sat down on your bed. When you got finally sure that anyone's going to storm in, you relaxed a bit, still locking the door. Just to be sure.

“What are you doing here?” - You laughed a bit, still feeling a bit nervous, but you walked to the bed to sit on his lap. You were happy that he was there with you, of course, you were, but this was definitely crazy.

“You promised me thirteen days, I'm just makin' sure that each one counts.” - Jim answered with a shit-eating grin. What a sly motherfucker he was. Gently, you put the broken rose on the nightstand beside the bed. Then, you frowned and made him take the boots off.

“But this was still too risky. Cute, but risky.” - You laid down, letting his arm to bring you closer. His heart was thumping really fast and loud, you could say that he's feeling alive. And what was even better, he was nuzzling you even closer.

“At least you know that no isn't an answer here.” - His yawning voice answered tiredly.

“I'll remember that you're one crazy motherfucker, Chief. Want to catch some sleep?” - Your face appeared in front of his eyes as soon as he opened up his eyes, and to be honest, you almost freaked him out.

“That would be nice.” - Jim nodded and jiggled a bit under your body, closing his eyes. It didn't take too long before you stood up and set the alarm at five in the morning - nobody could see this old asshat crawling out of your window. But at least, you could let him leave with the front door.

When you saw Jim's already fallen asleep face, you bit your lip and leaned into the head of the bed for a while. In the end, you probably couldn't be happier than you were at the moment. Without any other second thoughts, you crawled back next to him, letting Jim cuddle you properly.

In the morning, you lead him through the house with a lot of quiet giggles, taking him to the back door. You father was dead asleep in the chair, so you kissed the hell out of Jim without hesitation before you watched his back disappear while he was running, or trying to do something really similar to running.

You agreed that you'll sneak out later that night to visit him in his trail. But as the day progressed, mom started to ask you more and more questions about you leaving for the college. Did you pack everything? Do you need to buy something? What do you need? Will you buy it yourself or should I go with you? Which made you abnormally quiet and a bit sad, to be honest. Nine days remaining in Hawkins.

And what then? You'll visit the city when Christmas Eve comes around and you'll just say hi when you see each other? You could even picture the situation second after a second - Hopper walking down the street in his big blue coat, you and your friends walking in the opposite direction. He would greet you and ask you about your wellbeing, just because of the politeness. Then you would say goodbye and continue on with your walk.

That was the time when Aiden was sure that you'll come to talk to him. And you really did - it was almost six p.m. and he was sitting on the garage rooftop, where he climbed through the window in the hall, smoking some kush. It smelled horrendous, but it made Aiden relaxed.

“What do you want here, sis?” - Aiden gave you one of the sleepy looks he had through his high phases and then turned back to look at the sun slowly getting down above Hawkins. He wasn't even rude when he was high.

“I don't even know. Maybe to watch over your incapable high ass?” - You mumbled and sat next to him, circling your arms around your knees. Aiden just chuckled and offered you the blunt, but you shook your head. Somehow, you were sure that Jim would immediately know that you had some kush.

“You look like fucking shit, sis. You're in love, aren't you?” - Aiden laid down while you watched his cocky smug. First, you shut up so he could continue. - “And don't play dumb on me, I've heard the guy in the hall yesterday. Who is it?”

“That's kind of hard to answer. But I'm not in love.” - You mumbled back with an offense in your voice, only to hear your dumb brother crack up in laughter.

“Lie to yourself. I know when something's going on. It's like from a novel - a young girl leaving for college falls in love two weeks before she's supposed to go.” - Aiden mumbled from his high euphoria, closing his eyes with a smug.

“I didn't know you're reading girly novels, brother. Endless Love? Too cheesy for you.” - You joked back and pushed his side a bit. Then you looked at your feet, playing with them a bit. Maybe you were in love. How could you know? You only knew that you're happy when Jim's around and that you're sad when he's not. And clearly, he had to feel the same way. - “Maybe I am.”

“You totally are. Who's the happy guy?” - Aiden sat back up and smoother your back. That dipshit only did things like that only when he was high, but it felt nice, to have a brother who cared about you.

“That's where it gets a bit complicated.” - You said honestly, playing with a strand of your hair. Aiden furrowed for a small moment before he nodded. - “Is it someone I know? My classmate, perhaps?”

“Go fuck yourself with Steve Harrington.” - You hissed back before smiling as well. - “But you know him. I think.”

“So at least, it is a man. No offense, but I wouldn't be surprised if you decided to date girls.” - Aiden said seriously, which made you burst with laughter once again. - “Is he older? Or younger, I don't judge you now.”

“Older. Pretty much older.” - You mumbled after a while.

“Damn. Are you kidding me? This is getting crazier and crazier. I would expect a lot of things, but Hopper?” - Aiden rose his eyebrows. he wasn't disgusted, which was the thing you were most afraid of, he was just seriously surprised. Was it really that obvious? Well, it certainly was.

“What the hell am I supposed to do, Aiden?” - You asked back, so he furrowed even more.

“You're in a fucked up situation, I'm not going to lie. Give it some time, probably? Think about what you want to do. But I think you'd go crazy if you left Hawkins. That is how I would feel.” - Aiden said honestly with a furrow and then, he hugged you. Yeah, he was capable of hating you for most of the time, but this time, there was no room for that.

You needed a hug and a brother - and every once in a while, Aiden had no problem with providing.

#jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper imagine #chief jim hopper #jim hopper stranger things #stranger things netflix #little secrets #passion pit

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darlingpetao3 · 5 years ago

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Seducing the Gem (Nash Wells x Reader, Chapter 7/9)

Rating: M (Smut in Chapter 6 only)

Summary: When a mysterious package shows up at your front door, you (a famous Romance novelist) are hurtled from your virtually uneventful life and into one of danger and adventure. In a quest to save your captured friend Caitlin from impending harm, you run into a suave adventurer named Nash who helps you along the way. Or is the charming Nash simply after something in your possession…?

Tag List: @tardis-23 @thecaptainsgingersnap @the-marvelatic @itsprongs

“We don’t know how we could ever repay you for your kindness,” you tell the lovely couple the next morning on their porch.

“Anything to help,” John replies kindly.

“Just remember to write! I would love to hear from you,” Mary adds happily. “And thank you for signing my book!”

“I will, I promise. And you are so welcome.” When you go to hug both of them, you hear a motor rev as Nash appears from around the back of the house in John’s old Jeep. It looks to be in pretty rough shape, but honestly, it’s better than nothing at this point.

“Hop in, Princess,” Nash says with a grin. “Your chariot awaits!”

“Good luck to you both!” the two call out to you once you take a seat in the passenger side of the vehicle. You wave goodbye to them and buckle your seatbelt, but an approaching rumble makes your heart stop beating. You glance into the rearview mirror, then turn all the way around in your seat.

An envoy of trucks drives into the village from the other end - they have to be Wade and his men. Can’t they just disappear already?!

“Nash, drive,” you order him. “But not too fast. Do it casually. Like you’re not trying to flee an army of men.”

“You got it.”

It must take everything in him not to peel out and press the pedal to the floor, but you imagine Nash has been in stickier situations than this. As you both drive down the road, leaving the village behind, Nash soon picks up speed. You open your bag and retrieve the GPS to turn it on - the little light that shows your location blinks on the holographic map and moves at a swift pace. The further Nash carries on, the closer your dot gets to the stationary one - the treasure. The piece of tech beeps as you approach a rough-looking turn off on the road.

“I think it wants us to turn right,” you note. Nash leans over and peers at the map.

“Right here is the geographical makeup of a waterfall,” he points to a section on the hologram. “I think you’re right. It should be just up here. Good eye, Princess.”

Your heart flutters at his praise. Nash turns the steering wheel sharply to make the right turn, and about half an hour later, you hear the unmistakable roar of water.

“Wow,” you remark, getting out of the car. “What a view.” The streams of water tumble over the cliff above into a deep blue pool, which then flows out to continue downriver. You aren’t sure at first how this can possibly be the right way to the treasure, but when Nash takes your hand to lead the way, you have so much more faith that it’s right.

The pair of you keep close to the rock face, and soon you begin to see a stepping stone path hidden behind the falls.

This is so freaking cool. It’s like I’m inside one of my novels!

The noise of the water is incredibly loud at this point, so when Nash says something to you, you don’t hear him.

“What?!” you shout, but slip on the slick rock underfoot. The adventurer holds tight to your forearms - keeping you up effortlessly. You notice the merriment in his eyes.

“I said, ‘Watch your step,’ Princess!”

Where would you be without him?

Eventually, you reach an opening directly behind the tumbling water that leads into a cave. With the final bit of battery left on your phone (a miracle, really), you use its flashlight again to help you on your way through the dim and damp grotto. Falling droplets of water echo through the small cavern, giving off a slightly eerie effect. Nash holds the device and watches the hologram blink furiously as your yellow dot and the red dot of the supposed treasure converge.

“It says it should be right about… here?” he says, motioning to this dead end.

“A rock wall? But that can’t be right…”

We’ve made it all the way here and there’s just A WALL??

Groaning loudly, you add in a huff here and there at having come up short after all this trouble. Seriously? After all that you’d been through? You pound the wall against your better judgement. It hurts, to say the least.

But wait.

A piece of rock is loose.

“What’s this?” you look to Nash, then back at the cave wall. After wiggling the rock, you let it fall to the ground and begin digging out the remaining debris within the hole.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you exhale breathlessly.

“What?”

“Digging for treasure.”

“Welcome to my world, Princess,” Nash grins like the sun. There’s a pause where you lock eyes, and in this moment, you couldn’t imagine anything more exhilarating.

“Nash?”

“Yes?”

“You’re the best time I’ve ever had.”

He looks pleasantly taken aback. “I’ve never been anybody’s best time before.”

You both smile, and you return to digging frantically until you feel something soft. Your hand reaches into the back of the hole to pull out... a fabric doll.

“It’s a doll?” he says, wholly confused when you hand it to him to survey. “Someone must have been here before us…”

It takes a moment before a realization hits you. “No, wait. In my fourth book, Off the Coast of Love, I hid the treasure inside a decoy object. Here, give it to me.”

“I thought I did,” Nash replies cheekily while nudging your shoulder with his, playing the innuendo card.

You’re suddenly glad it’s dark in here, or else he’d see your flushing face. But, when you take the doll back and rip a seam at its heart - a glowing red aura shines out and turns both your faces the same colour.

It’s the treasure!

I did it!

“It’s amazing,” you admire the shiny, crimson gemstone in your hands.

“It’s beautiful,” Nash agrees but stares at you instead.

“It’s mine, now,” comes a third, unexpected voice.

You give a start upon seeing a very large, bald, and scary man standing behind you. You wonder why he feels vaguely familiar to you, but that thought quickly disappears when the man points a gun into the air and shoots actual fire from the barrel.

Then, he points it at you.

“Is there anybody who isn’t following you?” Nash asks you, ignoring the frightening flame-wielding man.

“Hand over the rock and no one gets turned into a shish kebab…” the dangerous stranger says in a gruff voice. “Now move it, before Batman comes home! I don’t got all day, and neither does your doctor friend!”

***

You feel defeated and hopeless after this man - Mick Rory, as he introduced himself on the forced return to the Jeep - pockets the ruby red gemstone from you.

“You’ve sent me on a wild goose chase girly,” he claims. “If you just stayed put at the airport and didn’t get in the truck with that General bastard, you’d be on your way home with your feisty lady pal.” Mick grabs your arm with no care for your well-being.

“Ow, hey!” you protest.

“Hey, back off, creep, alright?” Nash growls, daring to take a step closer towards this scary-ass criminal. “Keep your hands off her.”

“Oh, I’m the creep? That’s rich, Indiana. At least I’m upfront about what I’m taking. At least I’m not trying to seduce the damn gem out from under her.”

What did he just say?

“Wait a second,” you say, “finally deciding to search for the treasure was my idea.”

It was, wasn’t it?

“Ahaha!” Mick laughs with a monotone voice. “Yeah, lady, that’s what all the con artists want you to think! He made you think you needed it! He might actually run well with us Rogues.”

Nash wouldn’t really try to trick you into going after the stone, would he? He said it was “treasure” when he mentioned that was the area where he was initially headed. But Nash was also looking for a magic stone for his research. Wait, did he know the treasure and his stone were the same thing? Was he going to con you out of your bargaining chip for Caitlin by seducing you?

How well do you really know this man?

Mick shoves the flamethrower gun into Nash’s back. “Get in the front and drive. I’m sick of- oh, shit.”

You follow the crook’s gaze down the road from which you came, and wouldn’t you know it…

“I just can’t catch a break,” you mumble while dragging a hand down your face and proceed to curse wildly in your head. They’ve found you yet again - Wade’s fleet - but how did they know to follow you from the right turn-off? Mick turns to run, fleeing with the gem, surely because there’s no way his face-melting gun could take on this size of this envoy.

“Get in!” you shove Nash out of the way and take control of the driver’s seat. You’re still pissed at him for the possibility of backstabbing you, but your current crisis is more important. You don’t even wait for him to close his passenger side door and peel out to follow Mick further down the road.

“Step on it!” Nash yells. Soon, you’re driving right up next to the thief, and Nash tells you, “Pull up ahead of him a bit. When I say, ‘Now,’ I want you to break hard, got it?”

You nod and do as he said, making sure the Jeep is driving just ahead of Mick, and wait for the magic word.

“Now!”

Your foot slams on the break. Nash whips open his door and Mick runs straight into it. You can’t help but make an ‘Oof’ sound at the brutal hit. Your partner jumps out of the car and pins the other man to the ground, wrenching the stone out of his big, monstrous grasp.

“I’ll take that,” he says, then hops back in the vehicle and slaps the side of the door. “Go, go, go!”

You take off at an insane speed through the forest road, but once you reach a certain miles per hour, it’s hardly even noticeable - all a blur.

“Princess, you better slow down,” Nash warns you.

You don’t reply, nor do you take your foot off the accelerator.

“Princess?”

Eyes on the road. Don’t listen to him.

“(Y/N)! Slow! Down!”

As it happens, you should have indeed listened to Nash. You couldn’t see past your anger and adrenaline, so naturally, you didn’t anticipate the sudden end to the road, and where it was washed out from the rushing river.

You swear repeatedly and brace yourself when the car drives straight into the rapids, water washing over the windshield. The inside of the vehicle is already starting to fill up with water, which causes you to panic.

Seatbelt off, open window, escape, escape.

Your whole body feels as if it’s on autopilot as you try to exit the river-swept car. The second you manage to pull yourself out from the window, the swift current takes hold of you. You’re sure Nash got out too, though you don’t see him. Trying to keep your head above water takes priority.

“Nash!” you shout for the adventurer despite your current confused and angry feelings towards him.

There’s a huge rock up ahead, up and off to the side. You use every amount of power in you to try to reach it, and thank goodness, you do, and cling to it for dear life. Shimmying and clinging, you move sideways, and make it to safety on the river bank.

But where’s Nash?

Had he been swept away? Drowned? Eaten by a river monster?

“Princess!” comes his voice, sounding distant. You search and spot him across from you on the other side of the river. “That was amazing, right?! Woooo!”

You don’t answer, and just stare at him with the bright red stone right there in his hand. Your head is still reeling about Nash. Your heart rate continues to spike through the roof. He must notice your quietness. “Are you okay?” he calls out.

“Oh yeah,” you finally reply, “I’m just FINE!”

“From what I know about women, I don’t think that really means you’re fine!”

“Oh, right, because you seduce so many women for a living to get what you want!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” he shouts back.

“You planned this all along, didn’t you?! You tried to get close to me - to have sex with me - to use the GPS and take the stone for yourself!”

There’s a pause. Only the sound of rushing water fills the void.

“What’s the name of that hotel in Kinshasa?” he asks.

“Pullman Kinshasa Grand Hotel!” you tell him. “Why do you even care?”

“Just keep heading east, that way, and I’ll be there!” he promises.

“Yeah, sure! While you just disappear forever with the stone! What about Caitlin?!”

“You still have the GPS!” Nash points out.

“Yeah, but you have the stone! They’ll know!” Your stomach jumps up into your throat at the sound of gunshots. Goddammit!

Nash hollers something else across the rapids, but you couldn’t quite hear all of it.

“What?!” But by the time you’ve yelled your question, the adventurer has already turned his back to you and sprints in the opposite direction.

Something inside tells you that you’ve just been conned.

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #nash wells x reader #nash wells imagine #harrison nash wells x reader #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

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kryptsune · 6 years ago

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🌼Howdy :D so I have been working on Seraph’s design. I know I have redone him again and again but I won’t actually finish him until I am satisfied. It is my perfectionism talking. Anywhoo, tell me what you think. I attached the possible outcome that would cause Red to become this way just for some added background! Hope you enjoy!

💙 Remembrance 💙

Frisk slowly turned as her body began to float off the ground. She was just about to use her own soul to break the barrier but she didn’t expect this outcome. It was all of them. All the monsters she had met and befriended. Their eyes were filled with concern. They didn’t want her to die or to leave. She was so confused, wasn’t this what they wanted? To be free? She did not understand. Surely they were just here to see their suffering come to an end. To celebrate the end of their imprisonment. Her eyes lifted to the barrier now just inches from her fingers. If she did this they would be free and that was what she wanted for them even if it meant she would cease to exist. She couldn’t come this far to let them all down. This was what she needed to do. Her eyes couldn’t rest on them anymore otherwise the tears would begin to flow. It would make it harder even more than it already was.

The air was fresh and cool like something you would witness as the first frost of winter thaws bringing forth life-giving water. The scent of a sweet flower filled her senses. All of these scents were something that she thought had once been lost to her. It was all a dream, right? The very concept of having completed her mission was one too fantastical to fathom. The human mind can only comprehend that which it witnesses not what small miracles sometimes shine through the cracks of an austere reality. A light that could penetrate the darkness of a world filled with malice and suffering. A rather negative outlook on life but one with such a past must look beyond and overcome the obstacles that lay ahead. That was exactly what she had done. That was exactly what she had accomplished. It was not that she had been their savior or some kind of magical fairy. No, she was the one that gave them what they had needed. The thing that had set them free was not power, or revenge, or even determination. It was hope. A hope that resonated with their dimly lit grey souls that now glowed with the pigments they were meant to. A bond between those of the physical and those of the magical. Her bond. She was the thing that united them all pouring her kaleidoscope of color into them until they no longer were the monsters she had met before.

Their appearance had not changed and yet their hearts and souls had. They were no longer incomplete beings with a lust for revenge. They had been given a second chance and… so had she. It would be false to say that this was indeed her second as she had been reset over and over again in accordance with her own will but it was a chance that meant something. In those final moments. The moment she left Sans behind to face their king she felt her hope dwindle. Each step felt heavier than the last as if her very being was telling her to retreat back to her skeletal judge. Every word that she had thought to utter had been painfully gutted from her ever-spinning mind. It was not a pleasant feeling. The emotions had run so high back there. Her head turned to see the lit corridor as her palms curled in on themselves. Her trust, her heart, and even her soul had nearly been obliterated by the information she had heard. All she could do was stand there with her mind ready to come to terms with this great judge. The one that countless inhabitants of the Underworld had been terrified of. A monster so powerful that the king himself knew not the name of. A name that no one wanted to know. Only this monsters power was to be spoke of and nothing more.

Her mind wandered back to that very moment. The moment the bell had tolled.

The entire hall, as pristine as if it was just constructed, was bathed within the sunrays of some unknown light. There was no one there...at first. It was an eerie chill that took a hold of her small frame causing it to shiver without volition. Each image that her imagination dug from her mind was worse than the last. A monster of unspeakable horror. A TRUE monster. It was the only thing that would make any semblance of sense but no.

A shadow lurked just beyond a pillar beyond obstructing the golden rays from spilling onto the warm tile floor in an array of colors and specks. A silhouette that leaned against one of the marble columns in a stance not too unlike someone stricken with the plague of defeat. It’s footsteps illuminated the subject when it was in the perfect space between light and dark. The silhouette...of an old friend.

….It was like her life was slowly flashing before her eyes….

Her mind returned to the barrier as she slowly raised her hand watching that bright blue glow appear from her chest only to be grabbed by a hand. At that moment she turned to let her hand fall to see the one who had done the action. It was not who she was expecting. She half expected it to be Grillby but no it was Papyrus, Sans’ older brother. Her eyes were wide unable to believe what was happening. He was pulling her away from the barrier. They all had the same expression, relief, “W...why?” It was all she could think to say.

Red stepped closer. The hall had not been the best of points for him, but he was ever the silent judge. To not have the judge be known meant that the judge could not be swayed, not by King, threat, or greed. Of any job and duty Red had ever had, as Sans and Red... It was this that he took most seriously. The thought itself kept building in his mind. He could keep her here with them or... he could let her go.

She could just barely make out their words as it felt much too surreal. That’s when her eyes fell on Sans who seemed to be looking away like he just couldn’t bear to watch. The hall aside she had grown to care for him maybe even something more. Out of all of them, he had changed the most. She could feel herself slowly floating closer to the ground as she was pulled away from the energy of the barrier. That soft hum droned in her ear just watching as if this very moment was caught in time.

...

but only for a moment

That pretty blue heart appeared held together with a bright red glow. The magical attack went straight through her causing that red heart to separate from its blue host. Her body fell along with her soul leaving only a fit of laughter that could be heard as the monsters she had befriended watched the body fall, lifeless. In the end, Chara had won. They had all lost...

Red.. saw red...

Seeing her heart floating there and hearing Chara's voice laughing in mockery, broke him,"fuckin’ brat!" Red growled and didn't even think as he launched forward, calling for her soul to come to his hands, However he didn't specifically call to just Frisk's soul.. But called to them all. A skeletal hand reached for the soul and grabbed it, a bright light filling the room as the rest of the souls broke through their containers. A monster had absorbed all seven. That monster was Sans.

He didn’t want to lose her... Not again.

Frisk's body fell only slowly drifting presumably caught by Sans as he changed. Chara nearly screamed at what the skeleton had just done, "YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU! YOU OF ALL OF THEM! YOU THE ONE THAT KILLED AND MURDERED WITH THAT STUPID GOLDEN TOOTHED GRIN OF YOURS!" Chara raised her hands' dark energy crackling between her fingers, "You will pay bonehead!" Chara pulled up the check only seeing that everything was glitching with his name in different colors now. His stats were breaking the display, "It doesn't matter! Why would those souls help someone like you! I was the one that watched them die! I was the one who wanted to protect them! YOU ARE ALL DISGUSTING MONSTERS! Look at you! Did you even once stop your killing ways? NO! You hurt Frisk over and over but you never cared! Especially you FONTAINE!"

Red held Frisk's body close to himself. "Because dey know my intent Chara. Dey know yers too." Red said, standing taller now with many wings folding behind him. He had changed into this curious formation, an amalgamation of all 7 souls. "Yea ah did some dumb shit. Shit I ain't proud of. But Sans Fontaine died long ago, thanks to mah kitten.." He said, gently holding her. “The likes a you ain’t gonna ever touch dis pure soul again. Never. Ya still outmatched ya fuckin brat but it was ya always planting doubt in her mind, wasn’t it?”

They both fought nearly tearing the entire castle apart only until Chara ended up with her neck in Sans grasp, "You don't deserve a happy ending. You could have stopped her from coming here! You selfish bastard!" Chara just smirked, " I didn't have to do anything to place doubt in her mind, Sans, you did that just fine on your own. All the horrible things you have done treating her like a toy and some kind of pastime! You hurt her Sans! More than she could bear and all your sins paved the way for me to gain more and more control. This is all your fault.~ Kill me if you want. I am just going to be sad that I won't get to see the guilt eat you alive!" Her smirk widened ruby eyes flaring, "I will never stop until I am dead!" All he heard was a soft sweet whisper that wrapped around him. The blue soul at his collarbone shimmered a little glowing all the brighter. *Don't listen to her Sans

"I don't deserve forgiveness. I know dat but tha one that pays for dem mistakes is me and me alone. Ah ain’t havin’ an innocent girly pay for tha shit I did.” Seraph said as he gripped her neck tight. “I can see ya sins crawlin all ova ya Chara. I can feel my own on me. So fuck off ya little brat.” He said as he crushed her neck in his grip.

*Why do you say that? I forgave you a long time ago.

*ah don’t deserve ya forgiveness kitten... Frisk... but I was too weak n selfish ta letcha go. If we’re going free ya can’t die on us. We need ya ta guide us.” He said to her, holding her body tight. Red felt very alone suddenly and looked down at his hands. He tried to will the souls to let go of their hold but they only wrapped tighter around him which brought him to his knees. “S-Sweetheart?”

*Yes, Sans?

“Frisk? Is that really...did I save ya?” He had thought he imagined her soft voice near him. It was all in his mind. Her body lay there on the ground. No, he did not save her. She just watched him silently curious as to how this all worked.

*Sans I...I am not there anymore. I am... a part of you. My soul is a part of yours but... I am right here... with you. He felt hands on his own holding them gently even though no one seemed to be there. She could see the tears that were beginning to form in his eye sockets. *I'm sorry Sans. I.....I should have listened to you. I am not gone I am here...with you forever. I'm sorry. I... I wish I could hold you. I wish it was just us. It is a little crowded with everyone else. Sans you know I care about you... so... so much...

He wiped an eye with one of his now massive claws, “How can ya forgive me darlin? I’ve done so much shit I’d have ended myself a long ass time ago if ah wasn’t such a coward.” He let her body rest on the ground, “I can feel ya inside my soul darlin, you n all tha others... I... guide me kitten. So I don’t mess all ah this up and make sure we’re neva sealed like that again.”

He could picture her slowly shaking her head. *Sure… the things that… happened were horrible but… that doesn’t mean you are beyond forgiveness. You changed. Out of everyone here you have changed the most. I used to be scared and have panic attacks around you. I don’t feel that way anymore. I guess our little talk made me realize. I’m not justifying what happened but… I understand. I forgave you for that. I would be sad if you did that. I….I guess now you can break the barrier. That is what I was going to do all you have to do is use us. He could hear the pause in her voice. *But after… I don’t know what is going to happen. I might...disappear.

“I ain’t letting you go so easily dahlin,” he said firmly, striding up to the barrier, and ripped it apart. It would weaken the souls, but not by much, it having used most of his power. He was a god, what more need be said?

The other souls seemed to fade as if they were still present maintaining his form but didn’t have a voice like she did. He could see her smiling sweetly when he said he didn’t plan on letting her go though he would lose touch with her for a brief moment. Her soul was still cracked into pieces only being held together by his own at this point. Determination had saved her once it could save her again.

Her silence had him panicking a few moments, but he added what determination he had now to keep her alive, “Don’t leave me kitten... don’t...” He did not know what to expect from the world above but as he and the rest of the monsters trapped made their way to the surface words could not describe, “It’s beautiful out here.”

They looked and felt conflicted especially with their new god-like monster with them. This was not how it was supposed to happen. It was silent as the sun began to paint the sky with oranges and pinks. It was almost sunset. No one knew what to make of Sans now. They didn’t know what to make of any of this. Boss was usually good at hiding his emotions but he looked just as conflicted as the rest. It was like they knew the human would not see the sky with them all and they were happy to be freed but it felt… like something was missing. Asgore didn’t seem to want to speak to anyone and Grillby, well, he was staring off into space.

Red sat on the cliff’s edge, he certainly didn’t seem happy either. Yea he had a thought of taking and bonding with Frisk, but he hadn’t expected to call the other souls, hadn’t expected to become what he was now, “Funny.. I actually wish I could reset...” He said, before giving a broken, forced, chuckle which turned a touch manic for a few moments, as tears streamed from his eye sockets.

He could just barely feel a faint hint of her presence as he spoke. She could feel everything he felt and saw. It was so strange. Never once had she seen him so broken. He had all the power in the world but it wasn’t like he wanted it. No one really wanted it. Not even Asgore. It was just a way to be free but that power in of itself was its own prison.

*It's alright. I am here for you, forever and all- She had never seen him cry before.

*R...Red don't cry... please... It hurts to see you cry She wished she could return to her body but his soul was holding on so tightly to her. *Maybe we can figure something out? Maybe.... in time... I can come back. Maybe this is just temporary. It will be ok.

He remained on that cliff face, his eyes closed as he internally just held her, “Maybe kitten. This is all so new… so... different...”

*Red your soul is holding onto mine so tightly. I am as close to you as I could ever be...actually... oh stars He could just picture her flushing in embarrassment but still enjoying the warmth she could feel from being held. It was a more intense version of the physical and it felt just as comforting. She could see what he saw, the sunset. She never thought she would ever see the sky again so she tried to change the subject though trying to keep her feelings from him would be near impossible.

She knew his damn near obsession with her. How much she had actually affected him without him having to say a word. The thoughts. The fantasies. All of it was there and laid bare, “Ah...don’t think I could let go even if I wanted to darlin...”

*Nothing is wrong I am not saying to let me go.... I am just a little flustered. I...it's nothing. We are just... Really close so I'm a little flushy and very warm. y....yeah... I mean souls are an intimate thing... and it's uh... I mean y...you and I. Oh stars why can't I just talk normally. It's... it's like the others are in a space to give you their power but... you and I... we are... it's... just...just us. I can feel your soul beating so close to mine. It's just making me a little... flustered is all. I...I can practically see all of your thoughts.

That made him blush so deeply, “Fuuuuck I didn’t think you could see that kitten I can explain.” He was now hiding in the floof of his jacket within their shared mindscape.

She thought it was cute the way he acted like a huge flirt but when it came down to it he was just as flustered as her. She was going to tease him a little bit. She a long time maybe even forever. *I am listening. I have allll the time in the world… maybe even the universe. I don’t think I have ever seen you so flustered before. It’s cute. I know you do. I can feel it. It is almost overwhelming. I… I have feelings for you too...I just did not know how you felt. You are not the best with outward emotion you know

She was just curled up in his arms with her eyes closed peacefully. It was strange as there were two visions. One was the outside world and the other the safe space where they were together.

*I will still love you no matter what. I’m sorry… I never said it before. I was afraid to. It’s selfish but I have been through so much… I don’t think I would have been able to handle the rejection or teasing. I feel horrible that I would even think that…

*“Guess we both were kinda silly huh?” He laughed then, holding her. “But it don’t matter. Ya here with me now maybe we can figure out a way fer yas ta communicate with Boss an the others.”

*I guess so.

She was smiling and chuckled along with him.

*Well hopefully we don’t have a fight then cause I can’t really go anywhere. You are stuck with me for life Sans Fontaine. Humm? Wouldn’t be a little much right now? Everyone is free… I don’t think he really knows what to think of his little brother becoming some kind of all-powerful god. Everyone… they seem so… sad… I thought they would be happy.

*“Yea.. tibia-nest kitten.. No one.. Really wanted this power, least of all me.. Ah just took it because I didn’t want to lose you..”

*I know you didn’t. I…. I can’t help but feel this is my fault. If I just… stayed away like you told me to… I… and the Hall… I… I said some things. I… I’m sorry.

*“Shh... I know. Truth be told. I didn’t wantcha ta know I was the judge because they neva knew it was me. That I was so powerful. Not even Asgore knew exactly who it was.”

*I know. I know it was not something you wanted me to see. Truth be told… I always had this feeling you were. The way you kept bringing it up as if to scare me away. The fact that you disappeared right beforehand. I already knew your power way before that but… I didn’t want to believe it. It’s alright now. I just… what I said to you. I was...hurt and I lashed out. I felt so betrayed and Chara used that against me. If I had known I wouldn’t have… said those things… It still hurts to think about.

*“Nothing that coulda been helped. I was trying to keep ya from me actually doing the one job I had no choice but ta do.”

*I know it couldn’t be helped and I know you can feel how much pain I am feeling because of it but it’s all forgiven. I am here now and so are you and that is all that matters right? What do you think everyone is thinking? Do you think they are happy just a little? I hope so. Can you tell them I'm happy for them all?

*“Perhaps darlin. I can’t read minds as it is.” He said as he looked out over toward the spires of the human city in the distance, “Doesn’t matter ta me. Chara can shove her disapproval up her ass. I saved ya and tha barrier is broken.”

*I know you can’t read minds that would be terrifying though I know you can read mine. I am glad it’s all over now. I guess I can rest in peace right?

He would hear her chuckling a little nervously at the dark humor before she was silent for a little while staring out over the cliff with him.

*Oh look the stars are coming out!

Seraph smiled softly, as he looked up at the stars, “It’s beautiful darlin. They shine just like yer eyes did.” He thought in his mind to her, a smile on his inner self’s face.

Frisk was smiling as the stars started to twinkle it actually brought tears to her eyes. She had this little dream about laying under the stars with him pointing them out and knowing their names one by one.

*R...Really? My eyes shine?

“Yea.. every time ya got really determined an hopeful. Ya eyes shone like tiny stars from books,” He admitted, laying on the ground to stare easier up at the stars.

She wished she had known what they had all wanted. If she had been less Determined or if she had stayed away, taken Boss and Red’s offer to stay with them. None of this would have happened. It was a bittersweet ending. One that brought tears to her eyes in both joy and sorrow. Now only the passing of time would tell if she would be able to physically join them all again. It wasn’t so bad though. She was now even closer to the one she cared so deeply for and realized, in the end, the person, well monster, that completed her.

~FIN~

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isakvaltertrash-blog · 8 years ago

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Drunk Dialing

“I miss you, and I– I hate you, how could you just, you just left! I thought everything was okay and you just fucking left, Even, you left– do you have any fucking idea what it’s been like to –“ But Even is raising his voice to get through his ramble, interrupting him with a string of “I know, I know, I know”. But Isak is drunk and he’s angry and he’s not going to be that easy.

Canon divergence; what if minute by minute was still too much and Even left Isak alone again?

decided to upload this one here as well. originally posted on AO3 . thanks for amazing cardamom son @isaksredscarf for betaing <3

long story short: Even and Eva are awfully similar names and probably next to each other on Isak's phone contacts.

I should mention that this takes place somewhere in the last episode of s3. after Isak tried convincing Even to take one minute at a time, Even left him. this, anyway, is what happens approximately two months after the 'break up'.

They are spending the Friday night like they usually do – drinking. This time the party is held at the house of some third year that Isak can’t for the death of him remember the name of. He has made his way outside to get some fresh air and call Eva to let her know that Chris is throwing his guts up in the bathroom. Although his drunken mind doesn’t fully understand why, he knows he has to get her there.

The thing is, it’s not his fault Even’s number happens to be right next to Eva’s in his contacts. It’s not his fault Jonas forced at least 4 beers and 5 shots down his throat and got him this drunk. So it’s not his fault when his shaky fingers accidentally press the wrong number without him even noticing.

And it definitely, definitely is not his fault that the second the breathless “Hello?” reaches his ears he forgets every single coherent thought he’s ever had and drops his phone on the asphalt.

His drunk mind desperately tries to come up with a conclusion but he has no fucking idea why it’s Even’s voice he heard instead of Eva’s high, girly one. His phone is still on the ground, screen shining in the dark of the night, the blinking numbers on the call duration getting bigger with every second.

16 seconds, 17, 18. Isak feels frozen to the spot.

22, 23. He can’t pick the phone up. He can’t. He had been doing so well. He had started going out again, and he even managed to gain enough energy to actually have something close to a life.

If Isak hears his voice again now, everything will crash and burn.

33, 34. He’s not going to pick it up.

36, 37. He’s not. He can’t.

40, 41. It will ruin everything.

He is this close to kicking his phone away and leaving it there when somebody suddenly bumps into him, hard enough to unbalance him. The girl giggles as she stumbles on her feet, apologizing before taking a long sip from the wine bottle she’s holding. Then she notices the phone – 55 seconds, 56, 57 – and she crouches down to pick it up, Oh my God is this yours did you drop it, and the damned device is shoved into his hands.

Isak shakes his head just a little, mumbles No it’s okay, and stares at the numbers still running on the screen. He licks his lips, his hands are shaking so badly that it’s a miracle he’s still holding the phone. The drunk girl is trying to slur something else but Isak’s attention is elsewhere, his eyes locked on the running numbers.

It’s been one minute and 13 seconds and why hasn’t Even hung up already?

“You have, uhh…you’ve a phone call,” the girl keeps going, poking at his side with a giggle. Isak tears his gaze from the screen and glances at her – she’s pretty, and if Isak was the same guy he was a couple months ago, he would totally try and hit on her.

Isak is not the same guy anymore, though. So instead of smirking and coming up with something flirty, he mumbles a yeah and turns his back on her. He starts walking, each step a little unstable, and when the call has been connected for a minute and half he finally presses the phone back against his ear, wishing he hadn’t just made the dumbest decision of his entire life.

A part of him is a hundred percent sure he has.

The other part could scream with joy and burst into tears when Even’s worried “—did you go? Isak?” is carried through the speaker. He stops dead in his tracks; conflicting feelings threatening to overwhelm him. A small, shaky breath escapes his lips and he can hear Even sighing. They both stay quiet for a moment. Until –

“Isak?” And, oh, his voice.

It brings back all the memories.

All the love.

And all the pain.

Isak is a fool. He’s a huge damn fool for thinking it would be that easy to get over someone like Even.

“Isak, please say something.”

He hates him.

He loves him.

He wants to cry and wants to laugh, wants to throw his phone to Hell and sleep for eternity, wants to start running and never come back, wants to see Even so much it physically hurts. He licks his lips and gulps, keeping the tears from his eyes with pure willpower, trying to find words again.

“You’re not Eva,” is a horrible first thing to say to a person you have been missing like a part of your soul for two months and yet, it’s the only thing he can say. He can practically feel Even’s frown.

“No, I’m not. Were you…trying to call her?” And he has no right, no fucking right to sound as hurt as he does. It’s his fault, everything’s his damn fault and it makes Isak want to scream.

“Yeah uh, Chris is– Chris is throwing up in the, uhh, bathroom. Asked for her.” Even hums as an answer and Isak squeezes his eyes tightly shut. Maybe if he keeps things formal, if he hangs up now –

“I thought you got run over by a car or something. When you didn’t answer,” Even tells him, and the slightly worried tone in his voice really shouldn’t affect Isak like that anymore. “It’s, uh, dumb but…you scared me for a while there.”

Isak presses his lips together so tightly that he’s sure they will start to bruise soon, not daring to as much as breathe while trying to keep himself under control. There’s a horrific burning pain behind his eyelids and he hates Even so much. He wants to tell him, needs him to know exactly how much he hates him, and he has the thought in his grasp and he opens his mouth.

And has no idea why “I miss you so fucking much” is what escapes instead but it doesn’t matter because his voice is betraying him. The burning in his eyes is even worse now and his throat feels fifty times tighter than usual.

Even breathes out and Isak is lost.

But Even is raising his voice to get through his ramble, interrupting him with a string of “I know, I know, I know”.

But Isak is drunk and he’s angry and he’s not going to be that easy.

“No, you left me, you fucker, you have no idea how it felt to wake up that morning with you fucking gone, I was so worried you were having another fucking episode and you weren’t answering and I looked everywhere for you, you wouldn’t return my calls –“

“Isak, listen to me! I made a mistake, I was scared and I didn’t wanna hurt you, I made a mistake!“

“Funny you should mention hurting me since that is the only thing you did. You fucking broke me, Even Bech Naesheim.” His voice is shaking like mad and he is so angry but so incredibly sad at the same time. He has no idea what to do. His eyes are open again and if there are any tears, he is going to ignore them.

He can hear Even’s shaky breathing through the connection and for a moment they just breathe in unison, one too angry to form a single coherent thought and the other too sad to utter another word. Isak presses at his now closed eyelids, trying to force himself to gather the strength needed to say something, anything.

Even is faster.

“Tell me where you are.” It’s so quiet, almost a whisper, but it makes Isak feel so ridiculously small and powerless.

“…No.”

“Isak…please, just…tell me where you are.” Isak is shaking his head even though Even can’t possibly see it.

“No.”

“Are you at Wilhelm’s party? I need to see you,” and oh right, Wilhelm, that’s the one. From the sound of it Even is getting up and moving but Isak is not ready. He doesn’t want to see Even, but at the same time he feels like he’ll die if he can’t see him and he is just not ready –

“I take that as a yes. Stay there.”

And then the call ends with the beep beep beep that feels like doom and the hand that’s grasping onto the phone slumps like a broken doll’s. The screen is showing the duration of the phone call but Isak’s vision is blurred by the tears threatening to fall.

He lets himself slump to the ground. He shoves his phone in his pocket and buries his head in his hands. His breathing keeps hitching and he feels like he is choking, but no matter how much he hates Even he doesn’t move from his spot.

After all Even had guessed correctly: it is Wilhelm’s party he’s crashing. And here Isak is sat meters away from the boy’s house. If Even really is coming, it won’t be a problem for him to spot the younger boy.

And as much as he hates Even, Isak has never in his entire life wished to see someone as much as he wishes to see Even right now.

dun dun duuuuu to be continued!

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