#and awkwardly dial it back down to a handshake or something and push down the emotional vulnerability
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I think the thing that fucks me up more about Listerâs dream is the hug that comes just before the kiss.
like the kiss moment itself is a tad awkward and it was probably kind of meant to be and itâs played a little silly for the dream sequence as they just smush their faces together (and also that puckering of Rimmerâs lips as they lean in lmao)
But I mean it makes me feral anyway bc I canât believe they did that at all and I love the implication much later in Red Dwarf that dreams and hallucinations etc create their own universes so Somewhere out there thereâs at least one universe where that moment was real and theyâre fully canon somewhere;;;
But anyway the moment immediately before the kiss even happens gets me every time.
Like theyâve just said they both miss each other and the emotional weight of the moment becomes too much so Lister gets up and pulls Rimmer into a hug and Rimmerâs face destroys me bc itâs very much that âoh godâŚIâm finally homeâ kind of hug.
Like he looks a little overwhelmed immediately, like all the airâs been knocked out of him by this first touch with Lister since that last goodbye hug in Stoke Me A Clipper. A hug itself is a kind of comfort he probably hasnât experienced much of in the first place and certainly not one with as much emotional weight to it. The knowledge that someone missed him, that Lister missed him!! And the little sway they do in the hug, and the way Rimmerâs face softens hearing Lister tell him not to leave ever again. It makes my heart burst;;;
#Red dwarf#I want them to have had a moment like that when Rimmer DID come back from being Ace;; maybe the right moment didnât come#or whether their own awkwardness got in the way. Itâs not impossible for lister to move in instinctively for a hug then remember the dream#and awkwardly dial it back down to a handshake or something and push down the emotional vulnerability#esp given Rimmerâs attempts to quantum skip away again later itâs possible that theres a lack of an emotional welcome home that eats at him#like he could go away again and it wouldnât matter bc he didnât know how much lister missed him. It didnât get the right closure#which culminates in the moonlight speech. The closest thing lister can get to being honest about needing Rimmer to stick around#itâs still too much in some ways to just Say What He Means and feels in straightforward ways#So weâre sun and moon and moonlight only exists because of both of us is the way to go
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you get jealous of their manager
suna rintarou; sakusa kiyoomi
angst to fluff, hurt/comfort.
suna rintarou
when rin told you about the new manager, you didnât expect her to be blonde, curvy, and absolutely gorgeous. honestly, just looking at her made you insecure. the way all the boys gawked at her everytime she walked by. you didnât care about the boys though, you only cared about a boy, your boyfriend rin. sheâs with him longer than heâs with you. practices take up most of his day, so you only saw him once he got to your shared apartment where he was too tired to do anything that exterted energy. to be fair, you were fine just staying in, but imagining him with her during practices made you uncomfortable.
it was even worse when heâd go out to dinner with the team and her. you couldnât remember the last time heâd even ask you on a date. you hated the way he stopped trying once you started dating. starting to reach the AMs when you called him.
ây/n?â his slurred tone showed that he was drunk.
âsuna? where are you? itâs almost 12 am.â you scolded. how could you not? heâs drunk and with a girl that you were very envious of.
âfirst of all, can you chill? i literally told you that iâd be out with the boys, i donât understand why youâre getting so upset,â
âupset? youâre literally out with a girl whoâs very attarctiveâ you frustrated.
âoh i see what this is now, youâre jealous and you donât trust me.â
âitâs not a matter of trust, itâs just i fe-feel uncomfortable and i oh i donât know wanted to talk about it?â you started to raise your voice. the attempt to set a boundary has failed, and rather was replaced with you being the enemy.
âsheâs my friend y/n, get over it because youâll be seeing a lot more of her,â rin hissed.
âiâm not telling you who you can be friends with or not, but you have to understand where iâm coming fromâ you murmured.
âjust leave me alone, i can be friends with whoever i want, and the last thing iâm going to do is let a bitch dictate that.â suna argued loudly.
it was followed up by silence, with a girl voice cutting in, ârin-rin letâs do this song together!â in a high pitch squeal caught the mic.
âoh so youâre rin rin now huh? i canât be surprised considering how much time you spend with her!â
âwell maybe i like hanging out with her. did you ever think of that y/n? itâs nice to have someone who wouldnât nag or bitch about me, she doesnât pry for me to open up,â he attempted to justify his actions.
âokay fine then, if sheâs soooo perfect than just date herâ words just started spilling out of your brain, and it was too late to take it back.
âmaybe i will!â he roared. after he sunk in what he was saying, he followed up with âw-wait i didnât mea-â trying to save his relationship.
âdo whatever you want suna, whether youâre with her or not itâs not my problem anymore, iâm done.â you ended the call, tears freely flowing down your face.
you couldnât sleep that night. pathetically, youâd hope that suna would at least give you a call back, or any sign that he still cared for you. but he didnât, and you assumed that was your answer. you would reevaluate the relationship after a good nights sleep on the couch. you couldnât sleep on the bed due to sunaâs lingering scent.
when 4am rolled around, the door opened as quietly as possible. suna assumed that you were asleep in bed, and was prepared to join you. when he walked in the bedroom and saw the bed still made, he panicked. did you really leave? were you actually done with the relationship? he checked everywhere, the bathroom, kitchen, the basement, and not the most obvious place ever. he dialed your phone, and heard loud ringing from the living room. he slapped his forehead in stupidity and made his way over to you. his heart broke at the sight. the way you tried to fit your body with the throw blanket, unaware that you were shivering at the cold. your face was also pale, with dried tears on them. you looked so broken and so drained. immediately, suna carried you off the couch bridal style, and tucked you into the soft king sized bed. he then, moved onto his side and slid under the sheets. itâs only when he grabs your waist is when he feels safe enough to sleep.
five hours later, you awake with dried tears still in your eyes. you wiped them with your arm, and felt weight around your waist. once your eyes were cleared, it was suna. you let yourself comfort in his warmth for just a bit more, knowing that thereâs a huge argument to come.
âsuna we canât just not talk about this,â you whispered into his ear, knowing he was awake. he hid in the crook of your neck, âiâm sorry. iâm so so sorry, please take me back.â
âi canât just accept your apology blindly, we have to set boundaries or else weâll never move forward.â you sighed while tracing circles on his bare chest.
âiâll never even look at her again,â his face deadpanned. your laugh vibrated against his chest, âthatâs not needed, itâs not really her fault anyways. how about, we spend more time on dates and devote days for each other?â
âanything, princess.â
sakusa kiyoomi
sakusa hated physical touch, the spread of germs with a single handshake grossed him out. thatâs why he built a cold exterior to prevent many from getting close. however, when he met you, you happened to be the exception and you took pride in the fact that he was only comfortable with you. heâll never admit it to you though, and claims he only âenduresâ your hugs. although, you knew your limit, you would never show affection in front of people. if thereâs one thing sakusa hates, itâs PDA.
so you couldnât really blame the new cute manager for flirting with him, because it seemed like he was single. listen, you trusted sakusa with your whole heart, but you just wanted to see how he would react with a girl flirting with him.
you hid behind the door, eavesdropping behind the door.
âsakusa-senpai, can you please help me up?â the cute manger whined.
âcan you not get up yourself?â sakusa groaned.
âno i think i twisted something,â as a girl, you knew exactly what she was doing and her execution was poor. you rolled your eyes, assuming sakusa too would know what she was doing.
but he didnât.
âthank you, sakusa-senpai!â she squealed, and then what you can assume, she hugged him. because then it caught him by suprise, and they both fell together, with her on top of him. you didnât hear him scolding her, rather he was laughing. he was happy with her presence when he wouldnât even physically show it with you. you decided to just walk in and stop this.
amidst of their laughter, both heads looked up at you. âsakusa, donât you have to get home soon?â with an eyebrow raised.
âuh actually sakusa-senpai itâs getting dark, mind if you could walk me home?â she babbled.
âfine, y/n you can walk yourself right?â he said casually, while packing up his things.
ây-yeah i guessâ you stammered.
on your walk home, you were reevaluating what just happened. no longer did you feel special anymore. your brain started to overthink itself, why did they look better as a couple? and why was he so relaxed around her? was i just not the right person? has he found his true love? all these scenarios made you start to tear up. you were in love with the germaphobic man, for god sakes.
when you got the shared apartment, you immediately took a shower, knowing that sakusa was going to nag you anyways when you got home.
then, you started on dinner and chopping up some vegetables when you heard the door open. he nodded at you, acknowledging your presence and was waiting for the hug you gave him everytime he came home. but you didnât, and he awkwardly just stood there for good minute or two. to your suprise, he was the first one to make the move. he wrapped his arms behind you and resting his head on your neck. immediately, you shrugged him off.
he furrowed his eyebrows, âis there something wrong?â
âi donât know, is there something wrong?â you repeated his question.
âi wouldnât know, thatâs why i asked.â he bellowed.
you put the knife down and faced him, âyou know i love the double standard of how i have to shower before i get to touch you, but that whore gets to touch you whenever,â you ranted.
âour new manager? you canât be serious. we fell, it was an accident.â
âmaybe you thought it was, but i know what she was doing because i, too am a girl. if you guys just âfellâ why did it take so long for you to get back up? whyâd you let her touch you for so long?â you questioned.
âi wasnât thinking about it, not everything i do in life is rotated around germs-â
âexcept when itâs with meâ your voice cracked. âright? itâs when itâs with me, that must be it. thatâs why you never show any affection, but itâs okay for you because youâve gotten tons from me and her!â you raved.
he tried to wrap his around you, but you moved out the way.
âdonât touch me with that whoreâs filth,â you muttered, turning off the burner and stomped to your shared bedroom, slamming the door. your insecurities were roaring on the inside. sakusa chose to sleep on the couch, thinking you needed space. but, that was the least thing you wanted. you wanted him to beg, or to at least apologize.
over the following days, you didnât wait for him outside of practice. in fact, the only time he saw you was in the morning before classes and at night when you left leftovers for him in the kitchen. after the argument, he pushed everyone away, especially with the new manager. he only wanted one personâs touch, yours. and to achieve that, he had to put in some effort. that night when he got home, he went straight to the shower. you assumed it was just a normal silent treatment day, so you went to bed scrolling.
you felt the weight on the other side of the bed. knowing who it was, you continued to aimlessly scroll on tiktok. sakusa abruptly grabbed your waist and coddled you, drowning you in pecks all around your face.
âmh.. sakus.. sa.. mh..â continuously getting cut off with his cute pecks on your lips. you decided to let go of the whole manager situation, and let yourself to just be happy. you wrapped your arms around his neck and put him even closer to you. he then pulled away and you dramatically groaned.
putting his face close to yours, âi love you y/n l/n.â before continuing.
a/n: if you like this series please request some characters youâd like to see!
#haikyuu angst#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu fluff#sakusa angst#sakusa x reader#kiyoomi sakusa x reader#suna x reader#suna imagines#suna x y/n#suna angst
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Cool, cool, cool.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Peter and yourself finally figure out your feelings towards each other, in the coolest way possible.Â
A/N:Â Iâm sorry Iâve been absent for a hot minute, I've just been crazy busy! But Iâm back and writing for a bit :)
Word Count:Â 2,561
âNo. I stand by my point. Darth Vader would win!â Ned exclaimed.
âNo! Youâre wrong! Goku would absolutely beat Vader!â You retorted, extended your arms out in exaggeration. Peter simply laughed as you bickered. The three of you dodged your way out of the crowded halls of Midtown Tech.
âAnakin was going to be one of the most powerful Jedi ever! That means Vader is probably the most powerful character-â
âGoku was a Super Saiyan!â You swiftly interrupted.
The warm afternoon New York breeze hit you as the three of you made it out the front doors. The mix of smog from the many taxis and pollen from the new spring trees danced together. Youâd always complained about how much you hated Manhattan, but you had to admit, it was home.
âYouâre wrong.â Ned stated, matter-of-factly.
âUnbelievable. Weâre continuing this tomorrow Leeds!â You replied.
âBye dude.â Peter simply smiled over at his best friend. Ned warmly fairwelled Peter, and with the quick completion of their handshake, Ned waltzed off. Peter and yourself began making your way to the train station.
In the least creepy way possible, Peter loved watching you. He watched as your lightly curled hair bounced around your shoulders as you walked. He watched the warm sunlight hit your soft cheekbones, prominating all your best features. He watched as your old, warn down Chucks scuffed along the sidewalk as you absentmindedly kicked loose rocks.
âSo? Who would win?â You beamed, looking up at your best friend.
âHmm?â He shook his head slightly, bringing his dreamy mind back to reality.
âDarth Vader or Goku?! Câmon Pete, whyâre you being all spacey?â You laughed, pushing a lock of hair behind your pierced ear.
âI didnât wanna say it at the time, but Nedâs probably right-â
âUnbelievable!â You whined. âYou two obviously know nothing! Weâre gonna have to touch up on your Dragon Ball Z, Parker.â Your arm extended out to jokingly nudge him. He turned his attention to your denim jacket. Hundreds of different patches scrapily sewn onto it. God, you were just so cool, Peter thought. You were always so authentically yourself, completely and happily oblivious to what others thought.
âYea sure, when you watch the Prequels Iâll watch the rest of Dragon Ball Z.â Peter chuckled. You simply shook your head.
âYou and Ned always go on about how not great those movies are, why would I bother watching them? And plus, what does that have to do with Darth Vader anyway?â You replied, Peters contagious grin rubbing off on you.
âItâs all about Anakin! Itâs his whole back story! What are you talking about!?â Peter said, almost offended.
âOhh...â you paused, âthat makes sense.â
âYouâre unbelievable, (Y/L/N).â
It had been years now. Years of you and Peter being besties. Your dad was really close with Richard and Ben, Peters dad and uncle. So youâd been family friends for a long time. Your mum would tell you that you always said you were going to marry Peter when you were younger because he could burp the whole alphabet! It was even better when she brought it up at the dinner table, while Peter was right there. You drifted a bit when Peter went through everything with his parents. With moving away to be with his aunt and uncle and all. You finally reconnected with him in High School. It had been like the two of you never left each other. MJ and Ned constantly mocked the pair of you for being âinsperableâ. But you two just really liked each otherâs company! Or thatâs at least what you told yourselves to fight off the awkward post-puberty sexual tension.
The train was crowded, as per usual. You shuffled your way through the many bodies, finding a comfortable spot for both you and Peter. His arm raised to hold the bar above him, steadying himself as the train began to move. You, however, resumed your comfortable spot of holding Peterâs other arm to steady yourself. The bar was awkwardly high for your shorter frame, and Peter obviously wasnât complaining. Every so often your fingers would move down to intertwine with his, which was- nice. But you two never talked about it, mainly in fear of ruining the moment.
You stuck one of the AirPods in Peters ear, sticking your other one in your own ear before pressing shuffle. Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede began flowing through your ears. His gaze immediately met yours with a grin. God, you were so cool.
The influx of more persons on the train drove your body closer to Peter. The warmth of your body radiating on him, your head practically resting on his broad shoulder. Of course, he wasnât complaining. Ever since the bite, his senses were always dialed up to eleven, it gave him raging migraines for the longest amount of time, and of course you were the first to notice when something was off with Peter. Straight after Ned found out, Peter told you what happened, and as per usual, you played it cool. After all, your main concern was Peter, not Spider-Man. After long days of heightened senses and skull-breaking headaches, youâd massage his temples for hours on end, softly speaking to him about anything to relax him. You were the one thing that dialled those senses back down to one for Peter. And, God, he loved you for it.
In usual routine, Peter and yourself stopped at the Deli on the way to Peters house. Today you were heading over to his to do your AP bio assignments together. Well, thatâs what you told each other. Any excuse to be able to hang out.
âMr and Mrs Parker!â Mr Delmar greeted the two of you in his usual fashion. You both grinned, greeting him back. The first time he did this, Peter turned into a blushing, blubbering mess. But after about the 6th time, it was purely a habit. âThe usual?â
âYes please,â Peter replied, putting two crumpled 5âs down on the counter.
âHey Murph.â You swiftly picked up the fluffy cat, holding it in your arms as it purred softly.
âHe doesnât let anyone else pick him up like that, you know!? Heâs so grumpy with everyone else, but he loves you, (Y/N).â Mr Delmar explained, laughing slightly about his âmean old catâ, as he put it.
Your sandwiches were made within minutes. You kindly thanked Mr Delmar and walked off to Peters apartment. Mr Delmarâs deli really did make the best sandwiches in Queens, but 4:00 PM was such a strange time to each an entire sub, which meant you almost never finished your sandwich. Luckily, Peterâs appetite was constantly through the roof. He would always finish your food for you, youâd honestly never seen someone who could eat so much. Apparently it was another one of the side-effects of the Spidey powers.Â
Peter unlocked the apartment building doors and the two of you walked up to his level, laughing and chatting the whole way. Conversation always flowed with Peter and yourself. It was never really that awkward, and it never had to be small talk. You two would always find yourself talking about films, physics, space, existentialism. Just all the usuals.Â
The pair of you waltzed into Peterâs apartment. Peter called out a loud âhey May!â, to which she came out of the kitchen to greet the two of you.Â
âOh, hey (Y/N),â she smiled warmly, âare you staying for dinner, honey?âÂ
âUhm,â you quickly looked up at Peter,
âYea, of course she is.â He responded for you,
âIf itâs not too much trouble!â You quickly added,Â
âNo itâs absolutely fine! Weâre getting Chinese.â May explained, getting cut short of the conversation as Peter dragged you off to his room.Â
Being the gentleman he was, he opened the door for you, letting you walk through first, and closed it behind himself. He was quick to throw his bag to the ground as make his way to his old, wooden desk. You softly sat on the bottom bunk of his bed, shuffling back slightly so your back was resting against the wall. You pulled your laptop out of your bag and opened up your assignment. Peter did the same.
An hour of studying and typing and studying and typing, and only biology related chat had passed. âPeter...â You whined. âI hate this, I hate stupid action potentials, and stupid neurons, and stupid synaptic junctions.â You continued, throwing your head back in frustration with a thud to the drywall behind you. He swivelled around in his chair, his gaze finding yours as your head lifted above your shoulders again. You pouted and batted your eyelids.
âI know, I hate it too. But itâs not really optional.â He replied. He was so studious. Which you loved, and envied. But times like these you wish he would just whip out his old, dusty Nintendo 64 and play games with you all night.
Peter wasnât going to be that easy to get through too. You shoved your laptop off your lap, and waltzed over to where Peter was. His eyes simply followed your frame as you moved. Your body stationed next to him, and turned his chair so he was facing his desk once again, meaning you were stood behind his back. Your warm fingers ran through his brunette hair before resting on his temples. You applied just enough pressure while circling them against his skin. A loud, relieving sigh dripped from his mouth.
âYouâre tense.â You whispered,
âWhen am I not?â He retorted, flashing a smirk.
âYou werenât before you were Spider-Man.â You responded, your voice still low but blunt.
His eyes opened, and his hands softly grabbed yours. He turned his chair to face you, your smaller hands still encapsulated in his.
âDo you not like the fact that Iâm now everybodyâs friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man?â He questioned, his large brown eyes staring deeply.
âNo. Itâs not that I donât like it, you know I donât have a problem with it. I just... I donât like that it makes you like... like this.â You shrugged.
âLike what?â His voice was seemingly lower, he wasnât necessarily whispering, but his voice was husk.
âTense. Youâre always on-edge, youâre always so stiff.â Guess it was honesty hour.
âMaybe- maybe you could help me- be less tense.â He replied, his classic Peter-style nervousness creeping through his broken sentence.
âIâm trying, I thought the head massages helped?â
âYea- right- yep. They do help, a lot.â He stammered. âI was just- I was thinking maybe, something else?â Peter spoke. His hands had left yours and moved down to your waist, strangely enough, it wasnât the first time theyâd been there, so it wasnât entirely weird to you.
âWhatâd you have in mind?â You asked, almost innocently. There was a lot of things you had wished about doing with Peter. A lot of ways you wanted to help him. You just never knew how to initate any of it. And quite frankly, you didnât know if he felt the same.
In a sudden rush of arousal, Peter pulled you forward and you stumbled slightly.  His hands asserted themselves on your upper thighs and pulled you up so they sat on either side of his lap. Without entirely realising what was happening, you were straddling him. God, he was strong. Your faces were merely inches apart. A deep rosey blush covered your cheeks and your heart pounded against your ribs. The worst part was knowing Peter could hear how fast it was beating with his heightened senses. He could obviously tell how nervous you were.Â
You were nervous, but comfortable. Strangely enough, this felt, comfortable. Your hands had wrapped themselves behind his neck, twirling into the soft hair at the back of his head. If there was going to be any time to kiss Peter Parker, this was definitely it.Â
A few sharp breaths escaped both of your mouths as your eyes gazed into each others. You both stared in a sort of âis this really happening?â moment. And then, you kissed him.Â
Peter and your lips passionately locked together. Your raspberry lip balm now sticky against both of your mouths as your tongues finally met in the middle. This was your first kiss, and what you knew of your best friend, it was his first kiss too. In the strangest way possible, it almost felt like a flower was blooming deep in your stomach. It was the strangest, most pleasant feeling youâd had. The intensity grew gradually. The nerve endings in your skin feeling every small touch. Maybe this was how Peter felt all the time? Every so often, your head would fall away from his slightly, and every time he would pull your body back, aching for your lips to be close once again.Â
That's when you felt him growing beneath you. Youâd never sat on a boys lap like this. And in all honesty, you didn't realise it could grow that quick. Your fingers grasped his brunette hair and pulled his head back gently as you drew your face away too.Â
You bit down on your bottom lip and grinned. He just looked back at you with wide eyes, his pupils almost entirely encapsulating his irisâ.Â
âIâve never kissed anyone before.â You blurted out, almost too quickly.
âI mean, neither have I.â He shrugged.
âThat was good? Right?â You shot back.
âWell,â he glimpsed down, looking at the bulge against the zipper of his worn jeans, âyea.â
You looked at each other once again. Peterâs large hands gripped tightly against your ass checks, firmly holding you against his lap still. Your hands still lightly stroking against the back of his head. Both of you silently wondering what to do about Peterâs situation.Â
In a blink, Peterâs eyes unfocused from your face, and his head snapped around. âGet up.â He flashed.Â
âWha?-âÂ
There was a loud knock at the door, and just as May let herself in, Peter had hoisted you off his lap. As May entered the room, Peter sat awkwardly in his desk chair, his legs crossed over each other. And you stood just next to him, clearly unsure of why you stood there.Â
May glanced for a moment at the situation, realising she had probably walked in at the wrong time. âUhm, I was thinking we could go down and get dinner now?â
You could practically feel Peterâs eyes roll.Â
âSounds good. Iâm starving!â You smiled at May, trying to loosen the tension.Â
âCool! Grab your coat.â May stated, and with that she waltzed out again.Â
Peter turned the chair towards you and was about to groan before you caught his lips again. The kiss wasn't as passionate as the first, but it was nice. It was comfortable. You never thought it would feel this heavenly kissing Peter, but, God, it did.Â
You pulled away just as fast as youâd initiated it.Â
âWe should probably talk about... this?â you motioned in the space between the two of you.
âYea.â
âI- I obviously like you.â You stated. The only reason you stated it so confidently was because of how confidently Peter had kissed you back.
âWell, I obviously like you too.â The corners of his mouth curving upwards, flashing his gorgeous, straight smile.
âCool.â You nodded, a grin also taking form over your mouth.
âCool.â
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A Stark Introduction
Pairs: Gender-Neutral Reader. Â Left Vague, Interpret the writing however youâd like. Bruce Banner and Tony Stark are featured alongside the Reader.
Words: 1761
Summary: Your regular routine of walking through the woods is interrupted when you stumble upon a half-naked man lost in the forest.
Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. I did already use this prompt for an IZombie One-Shot, but I am wanting to challenge myself by using the same prompt with different fandoms and try to make it as unique as possible. One-Shot based on @witterprompts
âWe found you wandering around in the forest. Are you sure youâre not lost?â
The dense, medium-sized forest near your house was known for its natural beauty. This is why you loved walking through as often as you could. Traveling through the woods was a great way to relax. The trail through the woods was covered in dead leaves with patches of grass poking out now and then. The trees didn't crowd around the walking path. It was almost like a second home to you and you loved it there. These walks kept you sane. Normally though, it was a pretty boring place. The most interesting thing happening was a small critter coming out into the open. You knew this forest like the back of your hand, so when something was off about it you knew. Which is why this walk was so different from normal.
When you walked through the trees everything went along like usual. You walked for a while, admiring the plant life around you. After walking for a while you started to notice some broken trees. This didnât immediately seem odd but you didnât remember any storms recently. Inspecting the broken branches didnât reveal anything and you didnât think much of it. That was until the damage appeared to be getting worse the further you walked. Branches were snapped and thrown about. Whole trees looked like they were forced out of the ground. Now you were starting to freak out. The amount of damage wasnât something an animal could have done and it was too messy to be man-made. You stumbled upon a bigger section of broken trees that lead off the path. You began debating if you wanted to investigate further. Against your better judgment, you walked off the trail and headed into a deeper part of the forest.
As you got deeper into the forest the damage grew, until you stumbled into a clearing. It was beautiful. A cozy open area surrounded by trees. Nice and secluded with wildflowers growing everywhere. You wish you would have had more time to admire it but a noise startled you. Turning to face the source you were meet with a curly dark-haired man. He was half-naked and clinching onto an oversized part of shorts to keep them up at his waist. When the man saw you his eyes went wide. He was pretty rough looking, covered in dirt. He didn't seem to know what to do. You were wondering if he was homeless or lost. You spoke up first, âAre you lost?â The man studied you before blurting out, âNo.â He said it way to fast for him to have been telling the truth and his tone was beyond shakey. You sigh worried but not sure what to make of the situation, âI found you wandering around in the forest. Are you sure youâre not lost?â He looks around, thinking it over. âI⌠Maybe I amâŚâ He pauses and frowns, âWhere am I?â You offer him a smile, âAbout three or four hours from the nearest big city.â He looks down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck, âShit.â
The man in front of you started to pace. He was holding up his shorts with one hand while his other hand covered his face. You werenât sure what was going on but you felt like he needed help. You walked closer to him as you spoke, âDo you need help?â The man froze and looked at you like he was calculating something. He then nodded, âCould I make a call with your phone?â You dig into your pocket and pull out your cellphone before handing it to him. He quickly dials a number and places it to his ear. When someone picked up on the other end you only caught half of the conversation. The man was relieved, âTony? Thank god.â You looked around, not wanting to move too far away when a stranger had your phone. You also didnât want to seem like you were trying to butt into his conversation. There was a long pause as the man listened. He became annoyed and starts pacing again, âI donât know, Tony.â He took a few deep breathes before continuing, âWe can figure it out once I get back but can you please come to get me?â There was a pause again. The man sighed, âSomeone let me borrow there phone.â The man was interrupted by Tony, who was at the other end of the call. When the man spoke again, he was blushing. âI⌠I donât think thatâs an important question.â He tries not to look suspicious but he keeps glancing at you, even lowering his voice. âYeah⌠I would say they are attractive⌠but I donât really think thatâs something that matters.â When the man notices you looking at him, he quickly looks away. You bite your cheeks to keep yourself from laughing, he was extremely cute. He nervously clears his throat. After a few more seconds the man responds to something Tony said, âThank you.â The man hangs up the phone and gingerly hands it back to you. He avoids making eye contact with you, âSorry about that... Tony only seems to ever have one thing on his mind...â The man pauses, awkwardly holding out his hand, âI...Iâm Bruce.â
You exchanged a handshake with him after giving Bruce your name. Then you look around, "You can wait for your friend at my house." Bruce gave you a slight nod, âThank you.â Smiling you reply, âOf course.â Bruce follows closely as you lead him out of the forest, worried about getting lost again. It didnât take you long to navigate your way out of the trees. You lead him to your house, letting him in. Bruce nervously stands around, unsure of what to do. He seems very conscious of the fact he is dirty and didn't want to touch anything. You go to search for some towels. Once you find a few you go back to Bruce and hand the towels to him. You smile, âHere. So you can shower and get more comfortable.â Bruces goes to grab them, forgetting himself and almost dropping his shorts. Luckily he catches them in time, Bruce fake coughs to cover up the awkwardness. You chuckle, âIâll find some clothes for you as well.â He nods his thanks as you point him to the bathroom. While he is showering you find some clothes and leave them right outside the bathroom door for Bruce.
Having finished his shower, Bruce joined you in the living room. You both exchanged in small talk for a bit. Bruce was very nice and polite if not a bit awkward at times. You learned that Bruce was a scientist and so was his friend Tony. Besides being good looking Bruce was nice to talk to. As time passed Bruce seems to be getting increasingly antsy. You halt the conversation to inquire, âEverything okay?â Bruce sighs and chuckles, âI think Tony is purposefully taking longer then he needs to.â You laugh standing up to head to the kitchen, âWhy would he do that?â Bruce scoffs, âTo be fashionably late.â Bruce talks lower, "And to get us to spend more time together." Bruce had tried to say it so you couldn't hear him but you did. You chuckle, grabbing water for you both and some snacks. You smile at Bruce, âWell Iâm happy to have you. Youâre good company.â Bruce blushes, smiling back. âSo are you.â You set the water down for him and sit back down. You both resume what you were talking about before.
After another hour or so there is a series of multiple honks. Once it finishes your pretty sure someone just played part of AC/DCâs âBack in Blackâ with their car horn. Bruce looks incredibly annoyed, âGod.â Bruce gets up and goes to the front door, he stops suddenly right as he is about to open the door. Bruce turns around and faces you, âIâm sorry for that.â He pauses and sighs, âAnd for whatever else he ends up doing.â You laugh, âIâll be fine.â Bruce shakes his head before he braces himself. Bruce opens the door and walks out. As soon as you step onto the porch you see a very nice convertible parked in front of your house. The driver was getting impatient. He started honking the first few notes to another song. However, upon seeing Bruce he stops. Tony tilts his head down, looking over a pair of sunglasses right at you. Both you and Bruce walk to the car. Once getting close you realize Tony is in fact, Tony Stark. Tony smirks as you before glancing at Bruce as he pushes his sunglasses up. Tony looks back to you, âBruce, You undersold the nice person who found you. Attractive doesnât cut it.â You cross your arms laughing, âThanks. Both of you donât look half bad either.â Bruce is shaking his head and shooting death glares at Tony. Bruce silently willing Tony to stop. This only encourages Tony to continue, âNow I hope you two found something⌠fun⌠to do while you waited.â Tony chuckles and Bruce gets into the car, âTony!â Tony just grins, âWhat? Canât your friend worry about you and your new âfriendâ being bored.â You canât help but laugh. Tony Stark was everywhere but meeting him in person was something else. Bruce puts his face in his hands, trying to ignore Tony. Bruce addresses you, âIâm sorry.â You grin at Tony, âNothing to be sorry about. Clearly, he is just jealous you spent time alone with me.â Tony feigns offense, âOwâŚâ Tony places his hand over his heart before he starts laughing. Tony gives both you and Bruce another look, âMaybe theyâre right.â Tony grins and gets ready to drive away.
Suddenly you remember that you never figured out what happened to the forest. You ask Bruce, âHey, before you go⌠What happened to all those trees?â Bruce gives a meek glance downwards, âIt was me.â You laugh, brushing it off as a joke âSeriously though.â Tony chuckles from the driverâs seat, âHe is telling the truth.â Tony grins at you, âAnd he would be happy to explain it over dinner tomorrow night when we both come back over.â Tony didnât leave much room for argument, not that you were against them both coming back. Bruce looks at Tony, âYou canât-â Tony interrupts him, â-I can and I did.â Tony takes the car out of park. You hear one last thing from Tony as he drives away, âIf I'm not your wingman then who will, Banner?â
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the last supper
pairing; mark lee x reader
genre/warnings; angst, fluff, mentions of death, character death, swearing, mark being soft, just overall some pretty sad stuff
word count; 5.9kÂ
:: summary; you are allowed to have one last meal before Death takes you away. you decide to have it with mark lee, your longtime crush, but you have to break the news of your death as well.
authorâs note; to be honest, i kinda based this off the k-drama goblin, (which you all should watch itâs really good) and i love mark lee so i hope you enjoy!!
( gif credits to owner. )
Death.
What an interesting word.
You never know when youâre going to die, where youâre going to die, or how youâre going to die.
You can die at 4:07 pm, just outside your favorite coffee shop, trying to cross the street. You can die at 8:38 pm, hiding under a table, by a gunshot that was never meant for you. You can die at 5:21 am, lying down on your bed, completely asleep, motionless.
Death was completely random, it was almost as if Death took names out of a fish bowl everyday and decided to take whoever was on that slip of paper.
No matter your reputation, no matter if you did shit that was unforgivable, or you never sinned your entire life, you never know when youâre going to die. Thatâs how life is, and you had to learn to accept that. Nevertheless, you lived your days just like you lived the days before that, completely incautious, completely carefree.
But what you didnât expect was Death to knock at your door. Literally.
You had no idea if this was how Death greeted other people about to die. But thatâs how it was for you.
When he arrived, a cold wind passed by your home, and the air froze, suddenly feeling like it was below zero degrees outside. You had to get your sweater, but all the lights in your house shut off abruptly, leaving you with nothing but the cloudy sky outside.
It was scary, but you suspected that there was a storm coming. But the closer he came, the harder the rain fell, like there was hail outside your window. It was like a movie, and you were living in it.
When he knocked, you opened the door. When he spoke, you shivered. When he gave you a paper, you took it.
Maybe it was your fault for not suspecting anything sooner, but Death looked normal, like he was almost human. He took the face of any other person you could have seen walking past you on the street, or by your school hallways. You never suspected anything, and that was your problem.
When he left, the cold left, the rain hindered, and the skies cleared. The sun was back out, the rain and the clouds following him. You opened the slip of paper in your hands, watching the suspicious figure walk away from your home.
The note was straight to the point, it was surprising, it was something you can never take in.
You were going to die. You can only have one last meal with anyone before your death. You could not speak of this with anyone, or you would die a painful death.
These were the things written on the slip of paper, and you wondered if it was a joke. You scoffed, throwing the paper into the bin.
Kids nowadays, always throwing pranks on every unsuspecting person they see. You were about to walk away, until the trash bin where you threw the slip of paper went up in flames.
You yelped, you fell to the ground in shock, clutching your chest. Your heavy breaths slowed once the fire died down. You were frightened, you were scared, and most importantly, you didnât know what to do.
Maybe the note was fake. But how would you know? Would a normal note like that go up in flames? You were questioning your situation, but you decided to call someone, just in case you were actually going to die.
You didnât know who to call. You could choose your family, but you didnât want to deal with your siblings, or your parents crying over you. You could have a heart attack because of the pain you would face. You did not have much friends. Most of them left once you went to college.
Feeling frustrated, you plopped on your couch, rubbing your temples. You could call your friend, Jaemin. But you didnât want to disturb him, or make him worry.
Deciding on a number, you dial a number you havenât looked at for a long time, and you wondered if the person you were calling changed his number.
âHello?â The person answered. Your palms became sweaty, your hands shaky, as you took in a deep breath.
âHi Mark. Itâs Y/N L/N.â
You tapped your foot against the concrete, checking your watch rather frequently. You were early, but still checked the time to see if he would be early too. It was your first time in a while to go on a date with someone, if you can even consider this a date.
You never thought for once in your life, Mark Lee would answer one of your calls. Mark was the love of your life, since high school. He was the only crush that you were close enough with to do a special handshake with, and to share answers to tests. You werenât âbest friends foreverâ close, but you were close enough to call each other close friends.
You lost contact for a while. Mark transferred to a different school two years ago, and you havenât seen him since. Since he transferred towns, you havenât really contacted him or spoke to him. But just like fate, Mark ended up moving back to his old town, and you two ended up in the same college. Different courses, but the same college. Although you two lost contact, he would still smile at you in the hallways, but with new friends.Â
You havenât formally talked to Mark for a while, but you never really lost feelings for him. He was just perfect. A gentleman, a loyal friend, and he was someone you could count on. So when Mark picked up the phone with the same cheery voice from middle school, you knew you chose the right guy to go to dinner with. Even if it was your last.
âY/N!â You snap out of your thoughts and look up, seeing a man running towards you with an umbrella. Itâs raining. You barely noticed the rain because of your thoughts. Luckily, before you could get soaked because of the rain, Mark used the umbrella to cover you.
âWhat are you doing?â He pants, looking at you with a concerned face. âDo you know that you can get sick standing here in the rain?â You shrug, tugging your coat tighter. âIt was a good thing I brought my umbrella.â He laughs softly. His laugh was cute, the same bubbly laugh you used to love, and the laugh you still love.
âSo..â He chuckles awkwardly, looking down at the soaked road. The two of you were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, making passerbys look at you with weird faces. âLong time no see. How are you?â Mark takes your hand in his as you two resume walking.
âGood. How are you?â You speak for the first time. Your insides bubble up knowing that you two were holding hands, rather cutely, if you may add. Your hands were intertwined in his, making you smile softly. âFine.â Mark answers. âYou know, I never suspected you to go for an art major.â
âI never expected you to go for a literature major. I guess weâre even.â You look down and smile when you notice Markâs gaze on you, before you enter the restaurant. You thank the Lord that nothing was awkward between the both of you. Maybe this night wonât be a disaster after all.Â
Once you enter the restaurant, a waiter walked up to you and smiled before looking at Mark. He looked confused, seeing his face, but Mark whispered something in his ear and he immediately nodded and smiled again, making his way across the restaurant.
âLetâs go.â Mark smiles at you and takes your hand as you walk through the crowded and fully booked restaurant. âWhat just happened?â You question as Mark walks ahead of you, with you just trailing behind.
âMy uncle owns this restaurant. I havenât been here for a long time. Probably why they were surprised to see me.â Mark waves at one of the chefs behind the counter.
He takes your hands in his, and youâre surprised with the amount skin ship Mark was showing towards you. He was never like this with your before, but you didnât mind, it was sweet.
The waiter guides you to a door at the back of the restaurant, taking out some keys and jiggling it through the keyhole. He opens it wide, making you gasp in awe. It was wonderful.
You two were faced with a private room, beautifully decorated by Mark, as he said so himself. It was simple, but cute. There were a few potted plants scattered around the room, and a rather large window showing the outside world. It was so big, it was like the glass outside stores. Outside people were walking across the street, the soft rain was pattering against the windows, and there was the occasional hum of the engine from some of the cars passing by.
âItâs beautiful. Itâs so cute!â You laugh at Mark, seeing his proud expression. âI always reserved this room for my special guests, aka you!â He enters the room, taking off his coat and yours, leaving the umbrella by the door.
Before you can sit down, you find Mark running towards you just to pull out your chair for you. You laugh at him before sitting down and thanking him before he pushes your chair back. Mark sits down across from you and hands you a menu.
âOrder whatever you want. Itâs on me.â Mark smiled warmly at you and you blushed, looking down at your feet. âT-thanks.â You mutter before flipping through the menu.
While he wasnât looking, you watch Mark through your eyelashes. He was ethereal, and definitely matured into the bright, handsome young man that he is today. He was calming to look at. He notices your stare and looks up, making you immediately shift your eyes to the menu.
âSo, did you decide on what youâre going to order?â Mark blushes behind the menu when he notices your stare. âI guess iâll order the spaghetti and meatballs.â You say, unsure because of the great variety of dishes displayed on the menu. Mark nods, pleased with your decision.
âA classic. But also the restaurantâs bestseller.â Mark rings a bell on the table, signalling that you two were ready to order. âSo howâs school? How are you?â Mark leans his elbows on the table. âItâs fine. Iâm applying to be a TA next semester.â You reply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and looking down at your hands.
âNo way! Me too.â Mark laughs, happy that a friend of his is applying for the same position as he is. âFor who?â Mark asks. âMr. Kim.â You say happily. He was always your favorite teacher, and he gave some top-notch advice as well. Mark nods in agreement. âHeâs great. I love him too.â You smile, unsure on what to say next.
 âItâs been a while hasnât it? I missed you.â Mark shyly says, making you smile.Â
âWhy did you invite me today? To be honest, I was a bit confused with your sudden call, but iâm happy to see you again.â Mark says. You panic for a while, unsure on what to tell the man. Telling him about your death would be too much, and too soon, but changing the subject would make him suspicious as well.Â
âNothing much. I just missed talking to you I guess. I missed what we used to do during the old days.â You answer. Mark laughs, remembering the old days. âRemember when we were lab partners? That was so tragic.â You clap your hands at the funny memory. âWe messed up almost every single project that was given to us.âÂ
âAnd our English project?â
âI did the art and you did the written piece. Best work in the batch. I remember rubbing it in that loserâs face.â
âJeno? Heâs a sweetheart now apparently. He studies acting in my old town.â The fun fact made your eyes widen. Jeno was a complete bully towards you and Mark during your freshman year, and it was a nightmare. âNo way. Mark Lee youâre lying arenât you?â You laugh in surprise.
The waiter enters the room, and Mark gives your order as well as his. You still canât believe your scary high school bully would study something as cool as acting in college. He was handsome though, and would fit acting for action films or whatnot. Mark finishes up the order and the waiter leaves the room, leaving you and Mark alone once more.Â
Silence. There was nothing in the room but silence.Â
âWhat made you move back?â The sudden question leaves Mark a bit surprised, but he answers it anyway. He fumbles with the utensils on the table. âI guess I just missed this town. The town I moved to was boring, and didnât have as much flare and excitement. I also missed some of my friends, including you. So to say I wasnât sad when we stopped talking is a lie.âÂ
Markâs soft words made your heart melt inside. He was such a softie, which made you in love with him even more. Mark looks up, and leans forward, like he was about to whisper something. âDo you remember in our sophomore year, when Jaemin and Donghyuck made us skip classes to go to McDonaldâs and we got detention for a whole week?â Mark asks. Of course you remembered that moment. Your parents grounded you for a month, scared that you would turn into one of those gang members that do drugs and that would vandalise school property.
âOf course I do. I think that was one of my biggest regrets that year.â You answer. Mark continues to play with the utensils beside him. âD-do you maybe want to do it again? Right now?â Mark asks, and you can tell the guyâs nervous. âRight now? Like leave the restaurant?â Your eyes go wide at the suggestion. âYeah. I mean itâs okay if you donât want to but I figured instead of wasting our time waiting, we could be doing something really fun.âÂ
What a way to spend your last day alive.Â
âIâm fine with it. But are you sure? All your work will but put to waste.â You tell him, looking around and admiring the decorations, but Mark seems completely sure with his actions. âLetâs go. Iâll make it up to you some other time.â Mark reaches out to take your hand.Â
What made you sad was that there was going to be no other time for Mark to make it up to you. âAre you asking me out on another date Mark Lee?â You take your hand away from his, and he laughs. âMaybe I am. Are you going to say no?â Mark crosses his arms.Â
âLetâs go.â You say, feeling mischievous, and Mark smirks before getting his coat as well as yours, and the umbrella. âPut this on, itâs cold outside.â Mark helps you put on your coat. He leads you towards the back door of the restaurant, making sure no one sees the two of you leaving.
âTo be honest I used this exit when my fatherâs meetings got super boring.â Mark opens the umbrella and makes sure to cover the two of you before the both of you join the people walking on the sidewalk. âYou must have had a nice childhood growing up. I mean, the private room in the restaurant shows it all.â
âI mean I guess? My father was always busy with work but my mom was always there taking care of me so it wasnât really a problem.â Mark takes your hand and guides you towards the stoplight. âWant to go to McDonaldâs?â Mark suggests and you smile brightly. âI would love to.â
You and Mark stand in line for food in McDonaldâs, and although you wanted real food, you decided the best meal you can have at the moment was ice cream, and maybe some fries.Â
So that was what Mark ordered. Two ice cream sundaes and two large fries, for two hungry people. Mark questioned your weird appetite, especially since it was raining outside and it was cold, but you urged him to order the meal and he did it anyway, since he couldnât say no to you.
The two of you ended up in a park, not too far away from the brightly-lit McDonaldâs. Mark took out some napkins he got from the fast food chain and used it to wipe the water from the bench due to the rain that stopped a few minutes ago. You on the other hand, poured out the french fries on the paper bag given to you, so you and Mark could share the fries easily.Â
It was nearly 10 pm, so a lot of people in the park were leaving, with their dogs, with their babies, with their significant other, leaving you and Mark alone on that bench with a clear view of the moon and the stars.Â
If there was a perfect time to tell Mark, it was now.Â
You munched on the french fries, and occasionally dipped it in your ice cream. Mark stayed quiet next to you, licking his ice cream and eating his fries. Suddenly, he turned to face you and took a fry. âOpen up.â Mark tries to feed you, and you open your mouth so Mark can shoot the fried food in your mouth.Â
You two stayed like that for a while, feeding each other and laughing when there was ice cream smeared on each otherâs faces, or when you or Mark miss when shooting a fry in each other mouths.Â
Once the fries were all finished, and the ice cream eaten by the both of you, you took in a deep breath. It was time to tell him, even though you knew it would hurt him dearly. No matter how much you didnât want to tell Mark, you chose him, and you had to face the consequences of your actions.
âMark, I have something to tell you.â You say, suddenly serious. Mark was still in a joking mood, so he laughed lightly and turned to face you. âWhat? Youâre gay?â You laugh a bit, but your face doesnât light up like it usually does.
You take deep breath. âMark, I-I like you, and I might start rambling, but I donât know when iâll ever get the chance to tell you again.â You continue rambling, and Mark doesnât look surprised. In fact, he just sighs and looks down to look at the grass.Â
âI know, Jaemin told me a while back. I havenât had the chance to tell you, but now I can.â He takes a deep breath and looks down, like a kid who did something bad and had to apologize. âI like you too, Y/N, ever since I figured out we faced the same situation during our sophomore year. Youâre really cute, and when you smile, I can hear angels singing.â You laugh at his comment. âI wasnât lying when I said I came back because of you. I totally didnât expect for us to end up at the same college, but iâm really glad we did.â Mark confesses.Â
Youâre speechless at Markâs confession, suddenly unsure on how youâre going to tell him. Mark continues to ramble, and you chuckle when he shows no signs of stopping, until you softly place your lips on his. Mark melts into the kiss, placing his hands on your cheeks.Â
He pulls away from you, breathing heavily. âMy God, I shouldâve confessed sooner.â Mark laughs breathlessly. He smiles happily, but you look down, and he immediately senses somethingâs wrong.Â
âActually, thereâs something else I need to tell you.â You say softly, looking at your hands. Mark takes your hands in his, and pulls you close to him. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he rubs your back. âWhat is it?â Your whole body fell numb, and you felt the tears run down your cheeks.
âI-iâm going away.â Mark feels your tears fall down, and he shakes his head. It was all too sudden. You guys just found each other. âLike moving away?â You shake your head as more tears fall down your cheeks, and Mark, shaking, wipes your tears using his thumb. The both of you stay silent for a while, nothing heard but your cries as you cry on Markâs shoulder.Â
Mark, suddenly realizing what you meant, shakes his head and grabs your shoulder. âY-you canât, Y/N. There are so so many people that love you. You just canât.â You shake your head, unsure on how to tell him.
âI-I have no choice. I was told todayââ
âSomeone threatened you?â Markâs alert, wiping his tears and holding your shoulders tightly. He looked scared, but you can see him trying to keep a strong face for you. âNo. D-Death himself told me.â
âWhat the fuck? Y/N! Do you not know there are people out there trying to prank people. Are you that gullible?â Mark looked mad, and for a second, you were scared.
âItâs not a prank!â You shout, shutting him up. You then calm yourself, wiping your tears. You explain to Mark your situation, and he listens, never interrupting you. âIt doesnât matter. Itâs real. I know itâs real.âÂ
Markâs quiet for a while, and youâre scared that he might not believe you. âWhy did you choose me?â He asks quietly, wondering out of all the people you couldâve called, you chose him. âTelling my family was too risky, and also, I kinda wanted to confess to you.â You answer, voice also quiet.Â
The city is quiet. There are less cars on the street, and the shops and restaurants are closing. The silence was comforting, and it would have been nice if you werenât stuck in the situation you were in. Mark stood up from his place on the bench and he started walking around the park, probably to clear his thoughts.
You were confused, but followed nevertheless. âWhat are you going to do now?â Mark holds your hand as you two walk. He was confused, and mad, but it was life. If there was life, there was also death. If whatever you were telling him was true, then he wouldnât know what to do with his life. He just found you, reconnected, and told you he loved you. It was hard, and Mark felt like crawling in a hole and staying there forever.
But there was still a few hours left before the night ended, and he wanted to spend it with you, and especially with you.
You turned to face Mark, and youâre surprised as you watch tears fall down his cheeks. âWhy are you crying?â You laugh because even though you knew why he was crying, it was still so sudden. Mark laughed as he wipes his tears and embraces you. âWhat do you think? My girlfriend who I just confessed to tells me sheâs going to die. What do you expect me to do? Laugh?â
âI donât want to go either, trust me.â His tears are glistening due to the moonlight, and you wipe them away. Mark keeps his hands on your waist, and kisses the top of your head. âIâm sorry.â You tell him as he hugs you tighter. âIâm sorry I didnât confess to you sooner. I could have taken you on a proper date.â Mark apologizes and you shake your head.
âThis is a proper date, what are you talking about?â You continue to walk with Mark hand in hand. âOne where we go to the movies and watch Spider-Man or something.â Mark tells you and you gasp. âYou still remember!â You laugh as you remember your obsession with the Marvel superhero. âOf course I do. How can I forget? I mean, you practically talked about him everyday-â
You hit him on the arm. âNo I didnât!â You protest, and Mark chuckles.Â
âListen, heâs cool and he has web shooters and overall heâs just hands-â Mark places his lips on yours. This time, heâs the one to initiate the kiss. You wrap your arms around Markâs neck as you deepen the kiss. âEven cooler than me?â Mark asks breathlessly as you pull away. âMaybe.â You say before you walk ahead of him, making him run as he tries to catch up.
The both of you end up playing tag, and sadly, Mark was ten times faster than you are, so he ended up catching you faster than expected. He grabs your arms and wraps your body in an embrace. âLetâs go home?â Mark suggests.
The two of you walk back to get your things, and youâre suddenly hit with a wave of emotions. Your last night was coming to an end.Â
âYouâll never forget me, right?â You tell Mark, and he looks at you with a sad expression. âNever.â Mark tells you, a serious expression on his face. âDonât wait for me anymore. Find someone good to you, and make sure she treats you better than I will ever treat you. Promise?âÂ
Markâs about to protest when you stop him, sticking out your pinky. Mark takes in a deep breath before nodding and locking his pinky with yours. âPromise.â
âI love you, Mark.â You lean your head on Markâs shoulder as you two sit on the bench.
âI love you too, Y/N.â
The sun shines through the curtains of your room, the brightness causing you to yawn and shift around on your bed. Your body aches due to the uncomfortable position you slept in the night before, and you stretch your arms, hoping that the ache will go away.
You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, taking in your surroundings. Youâre in your room. You check yourself for any injuries, anything on your body that would tell you that you were dying.
Surprised that you were perfectly fine, you stand up and jump around. You were fine.
You try to pick up something, or go through walls. Maybe iâm a ghost. You groan in pain when your body collides with the wall. You were alive, and you were fine. Maybe it was a false alarm after all. Mark and I cried for nothing.
Mark.
How was he? Was he sad? Was he crying? Did he sleep well the night before? The thoughts lingered as you stood still in the middle of your room. It was still a school day, so youâll surprise him in school.
You pick up your clothes, your shoes, and tidy up your room. You changed to some comfy clothes, a hoodie, some leggings, your usual sneakers, and soon enough, you were ready to go.
8:57 am.
Your first class started at 9:45. It left you enough time to maybe visit Mark in the library. You were excited to see him. Imagine how his face would light up when he sees you again. It made you tingly inside.
You decided to take the car. Picking up your keys from the kitchen counter, you enter your car and start the engine. You were excited to see him again, and you couldnât wait.
Driving past houses and buildings, you make your way downtown, making sure to be aware of your surroundings, especially since you never know what could happen to you. Turning towards the campus, you stop by a stoplight and wait for a while.
You look around, and see some fellow schoolmates walking to school, one of them being the love of your life, Mark Lee. Love of your life is a bit dramatic though...
You roll down the car window. âMark Lee!â You scream at the top of your lungs. His head is down, and heâs wearing a hoodie today, hood up. He turns around, looking for the source of the sound. You wave at him, and you have to admit you were at least a little bit right.
His face lights up, and a huge smile ends up on his face. He looks shocked for a second, wondering how could you be alive, when in reality you were supposed to be dead. But he lets all thoughts aside as he waves back, just enthusiastically as you do, and you smile widely.
He was here, and so were you.
What you didnât notice was the stoplight turn green, and the cars honking at you, as they turn to overtake your car. Mark then signals you to go, and that he would soon catch up, so you nod before driving forward.
The bittersweet moment ended as quick as it started.
The stoplight turned red.
You were too late.
The last thing you heard were the honks of numerous cars heading your way, screams, and sobs.
So this was how you were going to die.
Mark sprinted towards your car, panting as he pushed the crowd away, tears threatening to fall. People were crowding around him, as he looked at your car, flipped over due to the collision. You were inside.
Mark pushed away the glass, trying his best to carry your bloody body out of the car. People helped him, and soon enough, your body was right in his arms. Mark wiped away the tears falling down his cheeks. Some of his tears stained your white floral blouse. Luckily, he can hear someone calling an ambulance.
He quickly pulled up his hoodie sleeves, and checked your pulse.
No pulse.
Just as he started to panic, he took a deep breath and carefully tilts your head to see if youâre breathing. He places his hands on your chest and starts pushing down, like what he learned from one of his classes. Tears are falling, and he wipes them away before pushing again.
âThe paramedics are here.â Someone softly grabs his shoulder, and he nods, stepping out of the crowd, and catching his breath. He cries softly, as he squats down and puts his head in his hands. He really lost you. Thereâs silence, no one to comfort hum, no one for him to talk to.
âAre you Mark Lee?â He looks up and finds one of the paramedics looking down at him. He wipes his tears and nods, standing up. âSheâs gone. Iâm sorry, thereâs nothing we can do to save her.â The paramedic tells Mark, and he nods. âT-thank you.â Mark answers and the paramedic gives him a sad, comforting smile and pats his back.
To be honest, Mark expected this. When he saw you in that car, a wave of relief washed over him, but he knew something wasnât right. Nevertheless, he was extremely happy to see you.
Until the oppurtunity got taken away from him once more.
He sat down again, sobbing this time, like there was nothing else he could do.
You were gone, and there is nothing he can do to save you.
You, on the other hand, could only watch the chaos that happened in the span of five to ten minutes. Your clothes were clean, not a single drop of blood on it, and you looked completely fine. But of course, you werenât present in the real world, and people would not be able to see you.
You stood on the sidewalk, watching everything. It was surprisingly calm, and the sound was blocked out, almost like you were spacing out. There were people crowding around your car, paramedics, smoke. Mark was right outside the crowd, crouching down, crying. You didnât want to do anything but to embrace him in your arms.
Everything was blurry, except Markâs figure, as he talked to the paramedic and looked down once more when they confirmed your death.
âY/N L/N, 19 years old, died from a car crash only a day after confessing to her crush.â Someone said behind you. You turned around almost immediately once hearing your name. It was him. He was there again.
Death stood beside you, watching the scene before you. âIs that you?â He turned his head to look at you. He looked exactly the same as he did the last time. The same human face, the same human clothes, nothing changed since the last time you saw him. âWhyâd you take me?â
âIt was time for you to go. I donât make the decisions, the universe does. It told me it was time for you to go.â Death tells you. He had a scary aura, but you werenât even a little bit frightened of him, or it, you werenât sure. âDid I do something so bad in this life that I had to be taken away?â You question him, confused and mad. You watch Mark as he sobs by himself, with no one to comfort him.
âThe universe doesnât choose people to die based on their sins or whatever they have done during their mortal life.â He tells you. Thatâs how you understood it too. âIf the universe chooses whoâs going to die or not, what do you do?â You ask Death. He doesnât move or flinch when you ask that, like he heard the question a million times before. âIâm merely a messenger. I connect the mortal world and heaven or hell, even. Iâm not good, or bad, just neutral.â The answer doesnât surprise you, so you remain quiet.
âSomebody once told me that it was always the good ones that go, and iâm starting to believe it.â You mutter. With this, Death turns and faces you.
âAre you one of the good ones?â Death asks you. You think about it for a while. âI like to consider myself one of the good ones.â You tell him, hoping that it was true, and that you were one of the good ones. âWill I ever see him again?â Youâre talking about Mark, who continues to cry in the middle of the road, the crowd now heading back to their normal lives.
âYou can only hope.â Death answers, a hopeful message, but not knowing if youâll ever see Mark again pained you, but you couldnât feel, not anymore. You nodded instead. âAre you ready to go?â Death asks, turning away and walking the opposite direction.
You watch the scene one last time. The cars, the smoke, the sirens, and the world becomes quiet again once you stare at him. Mark stood up now, tears continued to fall as he watches the paramedics take your lifeless body, but he looked beautiful, either way. You walk towards him, knowing that he canât see you. He wipes his tears using his hoodie and opens his phone, probably to call your parents. Instead, he opens a picture the two of you took the night before, in the park. It was a selfie, supposedly, but Mark ended up taking a video instead.
Mark presses the play button on the video as it shows the both of you laughing before Mark presses the shutter button. You smile softly as Mark holds his phone close to his chest.
âMs. L/N?â Death calls your name again. You turn around.
Sure, maybe the Death did take out names from a fish bowl and decided to take whoever was on that slip of paper, and you would never know why your name was on one of those slips of paper. And sure, maybe you didnât deserve to die and maybe this was all a misunderstanding, or some really messed up shit. Probably the latter part. But you had no other choice but to do what you always did, to take whatâs in front of you, and never look back.Â
But with the Mark now in the picture, it would be quite difficult to do just that.Â
Nevertheless, you looked at him one last time. His messed up hair, his puffy eyes due to all the crying, and his ruffled clothes, you were going to miss him, a lot.
You turned around.
âIâm ready. Letâs go.â
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The Rebel Queen (iv)
Chapter Four: Convergence
Pairing: Poe Dameron x (OFC) Princess Calista Ordell
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | A03
Words: | Warnings: More ramblings of a delusional fanfic writerâŚ
A/N: Finally our two protagonists meet... just not how you#d envision it.
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Epilogue | About Thesmora
Hyperspace...
Poe took his holo-call in the privacy of a storage room. General Leiaâs face was a portrait in blue as she filled him in on what new intel she had gathered.
âMaz got in touch again. Your contact has arrived on Takodana. Sheâs a member of the House of Ordell. And seeing as there are only three members of that house remaining, Iâm assuming itâs the young princess, Calista.â Leiaâs face lit up in a half-smile as she remembered something. âI met her once. When she was just a child. She was so shy, unlike her mother and father. Always clinging to the coattails of the admiral like he was some boulder keeping her from being swept away.â She lifted her head, her eyes set back on Poe.
Poe shook his head when he realised she was waiting for some form of confirmation that he knew about what she was speaking of. The name didnât ring any bells.
Leia explained further, âTheyâre royalty. They govern over a small planet situated close to the Outer Rim. Thesmora.â She said the planets name as though it would mean something to him, but Poe simply ran a hand through his hair and shrugged with indifference. The General huffed at him.
âItâs a big galaxy,â he defended himself.
âIndeed it is,â she replied matter-of-factly. âIt used to be a beacon of neutrality within the galaxy. However, Thesmora has fallen to infighting. Not much noise has been made about it considering how much confusion and fear the galaxy is in after the First Order fired their superweapon. Their skirmish has gone relatively unnoticed.â
âMaybe the people simply wanted to govern themselves?â
âNo, I knew the late queen. We didnât agree on much and she was as stubborn as a mule, but her subjects adored her. More importantly, she would have proven to be a great allyâŚâ Something bothered Leia, the lines on her face becoming more prominent as she furrowed her brow in thought. âItâs curious. News of her death came to me around the same time I received correspondence from her. It canât be a coincidence. â
Poe lingered for a while, feet kicking the air.
âSpeak your mind Commander,â Leia urged, having noticed his reaction.
âAre you sure this was all worth it?â He slumped onto a box, a sigh escaping his lips. âI donât doubt your reasons for sending me on this mission. I just canât help but wonder if I was the right choice. Iâm trying to see things your way, but Iâm flying blind here. And thatâs the worst feeling for a pilot to have. Especially the pilot you chose to lead this expedition.â
âYouâre afraid it would all turn out to be a waste of time,â she said it as if she had the power to read his thoughts. âHave faith, Commander. I had sensed something before Maz had contacted me. She felt it too. And now we discover that a potentially powerful ally is in need of assistance⌠Call it fate or coincidence, matters not. What matters is that the Resistance is hobbling on one leg as it is. If we hope to survive, we have to be willing to take risks. Even if those risks seem to be fools' errands.â
âThose are large hopes to place on a princess of a homeworld that is currently too busy fighting its own war to care about the one being waged against the entire galaxy, General.â
âI suppose weâll just have to wait and see.â
âAnd my orders?â he asked.
âI am transferring a data packet to your terminal. Hand it to the princess. And only the princess. Itâs time we took direct action.â
The terminal stopped the projection and Poe was left alone with his thoughts. Then he heard Paige call him over his terminal, âUh, hotshot, mind coming back down here. Iâve gotta pull us out of hyperspeed and Iâm afraid I might rip us to shreds if I accidentally press the wrong button.â
Poe smiled as he left the cold, compressed space of the storage locker and made his way to the cockpit which was filled with the noises of several alarms and flashing lights.
 "Easy does it, Tico, don't want to jostle us around on landing," he cautioned as his new second mate retracted the landing gear sloppily. Her arm muscles strained to keep the ship in alignment and he could tell she wasn't ready for this particular task just yet. He flicked a few switches, turned more dials and pressed several buttons. The landing controls had been transferred to him and Paige audibly sighed, wiping the sweat off her brow. A shake settling in her bones more freely now.
"I couldâve handled that," she made light of the situation after Poe had set the ship down in a clearing surrounded by tall, canopied trees.
He chuckled, unbuckling his seat belt and pushing his chair backwards, "Sure you could've." It was hard to tell whether he meant to be sarcastic, sincere or teasing, but Paige seemed to take it lightly.
"I just thought you were getting bored since I did all the flying this time," she wore a smug smile.
One of his eyes twitched, "All the flying?"
She playfully punched his sides as they made their way to the rear of the ship, "Is someone's ego hurt?"
âItâll take more than that, I assure you,â he shot her a warm smile as he pressed the doorâs side panel and light flushed through the cooling ship.
Paige took a step back from the encroaching light, face scrunched up in a tight squint. She had yet to habituate herself with the constant changes forced upon the human body during intragalactic travel. Poe recognised that squint, he had worn it many times when he first started flying through hyperspace. It was always accompanied by vertigo, nausea and a flash of white spots that bombarded his vision. During his worse trips, heâd even experience the regular bout of muscle spasms. Years of flying had trained his body to become acclimated to the abrupt changes in environment that came with travelling through hyperspace. It was a discipline that came with the territory. Being a passenger was one thing, piloting under intense conditions and forcing your mind and body to stay lucid and responsive was a whole other ball game. Lucky for Paige, Poe hadnât noticed any uncontrollable shaking⌠yet.
âShut your eyes. Take three deep breaths and focus on your feet while walking. Your inner-ear should balance itself out. If you start to shake, ride it out, itâs worse when you fight it,â he offered his advice while she tentatively took a step forward and regretted it because she hissed away from the light in lightning-quick movements.
âUghh, why does piloting make you feel worse after?â she groaned as she tried her luck one more time.
Poe chuckled, âItâs a small price to pay for conquering the stars.â
âCommander,â one of his men saluted behind him. It was a young lad with freckles dotted all over his nose and cheeks. His bright-eyed manner adding no hardness to his fresh face. Poe guessed he wasnât a day older than him when he first started flying for the New Republic.
Poe extended his hand and was met with an enthusiastic handshake, âYouâre new. I donât think I saw you board the ship. Whatâs your name?â
âAh, yes. This is my first official mission. I usually work in engineering. Itâs an honour, sir,â he rambled, a flush of embarrassment and excitement turning his skin almost the same shade of red as his curls. âI didnât get a chance to introduce myself earlier âsince you were flying and such. I just⌠wanted to offer my assistance.â He fumbled with his hands until he decided fisting them into his overalls was the more convenient thing to do.
Paige tittered behind Poeâs shoulder and he had to bite his cheek to keep from doing the same, âI didnât get your name?â
âItâs Cors, sir. Zeeke Cors.â
Paigeâs voice took on a high pitch, âWait, the Zeeke Cors? I thought youâd be⌠older.â She sounded impressed.
Poe turned to her, his brows raised by half a millimetre, âAm I missing something.â
âOh, itâs nothing, sir. Just a fluke that stuck and made me sound like some big wig with big brains and a little too much luck on his side,â he beamed. âFrankly, Iâm just a guy who was in the right place at the right time.â
âHeâs being modest,â Paige scoffed. âHe managed to sneak aboard a First Order ship and sabotage its flight controls preventing it from pursuing a resistance medical vessel back to DâQar. No one would have known he did it either, if they hadnât found him passed out in the galley with the capacitor fused into his palm.â She turned to the young man, finger pointing to his arm, and then continued: âDidnât they have to give you a prosthetic?â
He untucked his left hand from his pocket and rolled up the sleeve, âNah, just grafts. My injuries were somewhat exaggerated by my crewmates. Makes for a more interesting story. At least, thatâs what they tell me.â
The hero type, eh?
He took a step forward, glancing around as though someone might be listening in, âBetween us, the ship was empty. The troopers had already disembarked when I snuck in through a maintenance hatch. The pilot and second mate didnât even notice me because I was in a crawl space the entire time.â
Poe tucked his arms around his chest, âHowâd you know about the crawl space? Ever worked on a First Order ship before?â
Zeeke shook his head, âNope. I just have a knack for fixing things. Besides, most ships are designed the same. My brother works on Canto Bight as aâŚâ he paused for a second and decided to let that detail slide. âAnyway, he showed me some blueprints once. The Huttâs pay a lotta credits for any info they can get on ship designs. Makes for good saboteuring. Thatâs what they say, anyway.â He shrugged awkwardly before stuffing his hands back into his pockets. âSo, what âdya say to having an extra pair of eyes tag along? I make a good spotter.â
From how he held himself, Poe would have figured Zeeke to be a little too nervous to have on a mission, but after hearing the strange twang in his accent and the types of words he used, he wasnât so sure nervous was an accurate assumption. Wiry was perhaps a better description. He mulled over the short boyâs proposal for a long minute.
Paige was the one to break the silence, âAww, come on Commander, cut the kid some slack. How many chances do you think heâs had to visit Takodana? Hell, itâs my first time here too. And by that count, it means only one of us knows the lay of the land. An extra man watching our backs doesnât seem so bad.â
âTwice,â Zeeke added.
âWhat?â Paige hummed in confusion.
âYou said âhow many chances do you think heâs had to visit Takodana?ââ he held up two fingers in a V. âTwice. Which means youâd have two people who know the lay of the land on your team. I also have a good memory. Remember most things on the fly. Makes me a terrible sabacc player.â
âBecause you always lose?â she cocked her head to the side.
âBecause I always win. And the house didnât like thatâŚâ his attention drifted momentarily before he shook himself back to the present.
Paige opened her mouth, probably to inquire about his two prior visits or his penchant for sabacc considering he seemed unlike the usual type that would wind up at a pirate haven ânot once, but twiceâ and also partake in high stakes gambling. Poe interjected to wrap thing up. Theyâd spent long enough just standing there.
âWhy not,â he agreed. âTell the others to stay ready in case we need to make a quick and loud exit. Maz will try and keep things civil, but you never know.â
âGreat!â he rolled on the balls of his heels like a kid building up confidence to ask a question. âDo I get a blaster?â
Paige and Poe exchanged a look before they both nodded, but not in a way that said yes. âNo,â they said simultaneously before they made their way to Mazâs place beyond the dense tree line, Zeeke ran after them once he relayed Poeâs orders.
 âWhat do you think a princess looks like?â Paige whispered in Poeâs direction as they scoured the riff-raff populating the hot and stuffy make-shift cantina. âI mean, I know the General used to be a princess but then⌠you know, Alderaan went all kablooey. Iâve seen images of the queen of Naboo before, but if someone dressed like that was in here, theyâd stick out like a Tusken Raider on Hoth.â
Zeeke chuckled, his voice drawing the attention of several lurkers who had kept their sights trained on them since they arrived. That small action seemed to tell those unfriendly faces that they werenât intimidated in the least, despite being relatively new faces in this establishment. The staring masses seemed to be satisfied with Zeekeâs show of confidence and they went about their business as usual.
He sure was good at reading a room, Poe thought. That could come in handy.
âIâve seen a few princesses. Most of them always wear fancy dresses with too much jewellery. The kind of too much that means they arenât in the least bit worried about losing one of their eight rings. Heck, I once saw a prince wearing so much jewellery I mistook him for a woman,â Zeeke told Paige. She found his slip up amusing. âDonât laugh, it was an honest mistake. Besides, if youâd seen him, youâd be thrown for a loop too.â
Paige poked his side with a large grin, âWhat, did the handsome prince fluster you?â
Zeeke scoffed, âNo. And he wasnât handsome.â He stuck out his thumb close to Poeâs chin. âPoe is handsome. He was⌠beautiful. Hence the reason I mistook him for a princess.â His words came out nonchalantly like he was telling Paige water was wet.
Paige snorted loudly, a laugh braced behind her palm as she tried to hold back her laughing fit.
âWell, I guess all we have to do is look for a beautiful man who wears a lot of jewellery,â Poe teased with a half-smirk.
Zeeke mouthed a âHa-haâ before he tapped on Poeâs jacket discretely, âActually, I think Iâve spotted them.â He nudged his nose towards a table in the back placed in a poorly lit area with five people sat around it. At first glance, they would seem to blend right in, but upon a more thorough observation, Poe noticed they were more guarded than most of the people inside this cramped space.
Sat in the farthest right corner of the table was a tall, stout man with a gut protruding over his belt. He wore a small sleeveless jacket that looked ridiculous on his frame. It was probably too small for Poeâs shoulders. Perhaps Paige or Zeeke would have fit into it better. Beside the large man was a Jawa sitting on top of stacked crates. His arms waved around energetically as some of his Jawaese made its way to Poeâs unfamiliar ears. Listening attentively was a woman in mechanics overalls. Her posture was slumped and her face marred by dark rings under her eyes âa blaster holstered at her thigh. She wasnât unattractive, but sitting beside the much more poised and stiff looking woman dressed in purple, she was easily overlooked. The woman in purple and black was probably the princess. The scary, tall man with his right arm in a sling, casting a deformed shadow over the table, was probably her bodyguard. Though, Poe wondered what good he was to her right now considering his battered state. And as though he had sensed their presence, the man with the dark storm-filled eyes looked over at Poe, a grim line pressing his lips together until they turned near-white. Poe shuddered on reflex.
 âSo, what now?â Paige asked.
Poeâs fingers smoothed over the data disk he had downloaded Leiaâs data packet onto. A hesitancy in his actions as he squared his jaw and let out a breathy sigh. âI guess, now we talk to a princess.â
âBoy, tone down that confidence, why donât you,â Zeeke jested.
âAre you certain that was the whole message?â Koa inquired in a hushed voice.
Calistaâs fingers dipped and ran over the ridges and snaking twists of her newly braided hair, the umber ends reminding her a little too much of her auntâs signature colour. With distaste, she tossed the heavy braid behind her, feeling it swing and tickle her lower back. âThat was all it said,â she replied finally.
âIt makes no sense,â Odhen grumbled, as was his usual manner of speaking Calista had discovered. âWhy send us all the way out here to find your friend if his half of the message simply lead to co-ordinates in the middle of nowhere? Thereâs no star, no planet, no planetoid⌠nothingâs in that quadrant. Except black.â
Everyone turned to Mokk-Toh hoping he would provide them with more answers, but he had been silent ever since she had found him in that cave, lost and despondent. Calista feared that he wouldnât ever truly recover from the news of Lenoraâs death and that worried her. She had always suspected they shared a strong bond, maybe even one that proved to be of an intimate nature, but she had never witnessed more than kind words and trusting gazes shared between them while in their presence. And right now, all she had was speculation. That made her feel⌠conflicted. Calista was good at reading people, but not when it came to her family. And never when it came to Mokk-Toh. He was an impregnable fortress of secrets and silence. A statuesque sentry, ever on watch.
Mokk-Toh ignored their inquiring gazes, he was too preoccupied with staring at a group of strangers who had just walked into the stuffy space. It was for good reason too, because now those three strangers were walking towards them with purpose. Their leader, a man in a dusty brown jacket, caught Calistaâs eye. He looked like a man with a mission. She couldnât help but notice how kind his eyes were, even if his jaw was set tightly and his shoulders were squared in an intimidating manner. Â
Calistaâs gaze wandered down to the point of contact between Mokk-Tohâs less accurate right hand and his swords frayed hilt. She cleared her throat discretely and he eased up immediately. So did Koa. It seems their pendulum had found a new addition. Now they were a singular organism. A cluster of nerve endings fused together to form a synapse.
The man in the brown jacket kept his hands freely visible at his sides, his blaster clipped firmly in place by his holster. He wanted them to know he wasnât a threat. Though, Calista also noticed that he was gravitating towards Koa, like she was the authority head at their table. She bit back a humorous smile as he stopped a meter short from Koaâs seat.
âPrincess Calista of House Ordell?â he seemed unsure of his own voice, but he still kept his shoulders square.
Odhen hid his snigger behind a loud cough, sending a wink in Ton-Tonâs direction. It went unnoticed. Or so she thought until she saw the young kid with the ringlet curls hold up his finger towards his leaderâs back to try and tell him something. The woman with the woolly hat pushed his hand down and muttered something at him with nervous eyes.
Koa cocked her head to the side, staring at the three strangers with an impressive poker face. She stayed quiet, deciding it would be more beneficial to see how things played out. For some reason, he took her silence for admission.
âThe nameâs Poe Dameron,â he offered as he pulled up a chair and joined their table without permission. âThis my second mate Paige,â he pointed to the woman behind his left shoulder. âAnd this is Zeeke.â He pointed to the boy over his right. âGeneral Leia Organa sent me⌠with thisââ
He pulled out a data disk and slid it over the enamel textured table.
Odhenâs smile vanished as soon as he heard the man speak, his brows growing heavy again. Ton-Ton spoke to him, though not as loudly as his usual choice of expression. The boy with the ringlets âZeekeâ lifted his chin slightly at the sound of Jawaese. Calista wondered if he was familiar with the dialect.
Calista opened her mouth to say something when Poe spoke over her, âIâve been sent here to bring you back with us⌠to our base.â
âWhy should I trust anything you say?â Koa stared him down.
The smaller woman, Paige, gulped in place of Poe.
Poe ruffled his hair and rubbed his hand over his scruff growing just below his nose, âLook, princess, Iâm just following orders. I was told you needed my help. Here I am.â There was a slight petulance to his tone that made Calista chuckle softly. Koa and Mokk-Toh didnât find his tone of voice as amusing.
Zeeke bent side-ways towards Paige and whispered something into her ear. Suddenly her eyes went buggy as she turned her focus to Odhen, her mouth pried open by whatever it was Zeeke had told her. The burly pilot was made aware of the woman staring at him by the crude way in which Ton-Ton had jabbed at his resting palm. With a pained snarl, he retracted his hand and stood off the stool.
âIâm heading to the Somnambulist, gonna make sure sheâs all fuelled up. If you see Maz, donât tell her Iâm here,â he said as he pulled Ton-Ton behind him in the red trolley.
Calista, Mokk-Toh and Koa all hummed in unison as they watched their pilot stride away. What ensued next was a series of rapid fired back and forth between Koa and Poe. Both of whom grew more and more annoyed by the others arrogance, impatience and reluctance to back down. Calista had tuned them out as she stared at the data disk under Poeâs palm. It looked to be the same make as the ones she and Mokk-Toh had been entrusted with. That couldnât have been a coincidence.
Calista tried to speak for a second time, but it was Mokk-Toh who spoke this time, âWe need to leave.â
âDo you sense something?â Calista asked in their native tongue.
Mokk-Toh gave a rigid nod as he trained his eyes up, not to the ceiling, but beyond. His good arm reaching to massage the tender flesh of his formerly dislocated left shoulder. âNow,â he advised.
A crackling noise moved through the structure, a tingle lining every metal structure. Zeeke pinched his muscles to stop the cramp that had been triggered in his two fingers bending unnaturally.
âWhat was that?â Paige asked.
âIt felt like a pulse,â Poe replied. Â
âWeâre too lateâŚâ Mokk-Toh said.
 Calista scurried after the panicked Mokk-Toh as he rushed out of the cantina and made his way to the spot where the Somnambulist was parked. Koa and Poe were right on their heels, the two of them still locked in a heated battle of words.
âI must insist you and your people return with me, youâll be safer there,â he argued.
âNo place is safe in the galaxy right now,â she bit back.
He sighed, âLook, youâre my mission and I always complete my mission.â
âYouâre going to be sorely disappointed then.â
Without warning, a gust of strong winds blew through a brush of dense trees and then a hot, blinding flash of light devoured a sector of the forest and left nothing behind but the thrum of the earth quaking beneath their feet and ash where trees used to be.
âBy the stars⌠Poe,â Paige tugged on his brown jacket. âIsnât that whereâŚâ
Poe forced his spit down with a rough bob of his Adamâs apple, âThe Rose OneâŚâ
Calistaâs eyes narrowed when she felt Mokk-Tohâs grip grow stone cold and then let go of her wrist. He unfastened the knot that held his sling in place and his bones groaned and popped in agony as he stretched it free. Dark bruises and fresh cuts marring his skin.
He unsheathed his sword and his voice turned dark, âHeâs here.â
Automatically, she reached for her blasters handle.
 âWho?â Zeeke turned to them, worried and afraid âthough valiantly keeping his wits about him.
Mokk-Tohâs glazed over, âVersengen.â
Then, as if on cue, an ugly, droning ship glided through the air and set itself down a few paces in front of them. The doors peeled back and out of the darkness, the bounty hunter emerged.
âI told you, Iâd find you.â the masked hunterâs voice was distorted. âAnd look,â he tilted his head as far as his restrictive armour would let him. âYouâve got friends.â His laugh sounded like someone choking on marbles. âHello⌠Calista. You look so much like your fatherâŚâ
My father? She wondered. What does he have to do with any of this?
Shivers prickled at her tired flesh as another ripple of unnerving laughter filled the air. Calistaâs stomach grew tight and her chest felt hollow when the burning odours in the air filled her lungs. There it was again⌠despair.
 To be continued...
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An Unexpected Moment- Chapter 6
(Also posted here)
(Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4Â / Chapter 5)
(Warning for brief references to underage sex. nothing actually happens, written or not, more just discussion of "being safe" and as peter has to deal with the awkwardness of people finding out about their relationship)
Peter sits next to MJ on the couch, her feet resting in his lap as she leans against Ned, eyes glued to the documentary she put on the TV. Ned has an arm around her as he scrolls through his phone.
Peter has his own phone out, staring incredulously at a Daily Bugle article accusing Spider-Man of tax fraud, when Ned speaks up.
âDid you see Johnnyâs new post?â Ned asks, still staring down at his phone.
âUh, no?â
He turns his phone around for Peter to see. Itâs a shirtless picture of Johnny lying in bed, a lazy smile on his face, hair messy in a way that seems natural for once. Peterâs heart does little flips in his chest.
âThe caption says âthinking about himâ and then it has, like, fifty heart emojis.â
Peter feels his cheeks heat up.
âCalled it,â MJ says, leaning over to get a better look. âI knew there was no way that guy was straight."
âWho do you think itâs about?â Ned asks curiously.
Peter shrugs wordlessly, suddenly feeling hot all over, and stares straight ahead at the TV.
He can feel MJâs eyes on him, a calculating silence filling the room. He fidgets nervously under her gaze. âThat post is about you.â
âWHAT?â Ned all but yells.
Sometimes he hates how perceptive MJ can be. Most of the time, actually. Peter rubs the back of his neck, then nods. âI mean, I think it is. Unless heâs kissed any other boys in the last 24 hours.â He laughs awkwardly.
âYou kissed him?!â Ned exclaims. He throws a pillow at Peter from where heâs sitting, but Peter catches it easily. âI canât believe you didnât tell me!â
âTechnically, I think we made out.â Peter ducks out of the trajectory of another throw pillow. âSorry, bad joke.â
âUgh. I hate you.â
âSo do you want to hear about it or not?â
âNo,â MJ replies at the same time Ned says, âobviously.â
He recounts the story for Nedâs sake, of how Johnny kissed him for the first time at their usual spot (âThe Statue of Liberty? Thatâs so tacky,â MJ says bluntly, but Ned interjects that itâs actually super romantic).
âAnd now weâre together. Like, together together.â Peter smiles goofily.
âOh my god, thatâs so great. We should totally go on double dates. Triple dates even, if MJ would finally let me set her up with someone.â
âNever gonna happen.â
âBut I know the perfect girl-â
âNo you donât.â
Ned rolls his eyes at her, then turns back to Peter. âYou know I was just giving you a hard time before, right? I really am happy for you.â
Peter nods. âYeah, I know. And thanks.â
Ned holds out his hand for their secret handshake. âWhat are friends for?â
Peter laughs and pulls him into a hug instead.
Itâs late when Peter shows up at Johnnyâs window. He taps lightly, grinning at the way the other boy lights up when he sees him.
Johnny unlocks the window, stepping aside as Peter crawls through. He takes his mask off, tossing it aside.
âHey,â Johnny greets, kissing Peterâs cheek. âWhat are you doing here?â His expression hardens. âYouâre not hurt again, are you?â
Peter nearly melts at the concern in his eyes. âNo, Iâm fine. I just wanted to see you.â
Johnny puts a hand to his heart. âAw, thatâs so lame. Youâre going soft on me, Parker.â
Peter elbows him. âYouâre such a jerk.â
âYeah, but you love me anyway.â
Peter rolls his eyes, but canât quite bring himself to argue.
âYou wanna play video games or something?â Johnny asks, turning away.
âNot really.â Peter grabs Johnnyâs hand. The other boy looks back at him, smirking.
âOh? You got something else in mind?â
âI think I can come up with something.â Peter pulls Johnny to him with a little too much force, sending the other boy stumbling into him as he kisses him. Johnny laughs against his lips.
âA little eager, are we?â he murmurs.
Since they first started dating, Peter has become a lot more confident in himself, and their relationship. Heâs not afraid to take control, especially since Johnny seems pretty into it.
âI just spent two hours fighting Scorpion. Give me a break.â
Johnny frowns. âIs Scorpion actually a scorpion?â
âWhat? No, of course not.â
âI donât know, you fight a lot of weirdos.â
âAnd you donât?â
âIs now really the best time for this argument?â He pushes Peter backward onto the bed, crawling into his lap. âLess talking, more kissing.â
âBut youâre the one who-â he starts to argue, but breaks off into a moan when Johnny nips at a sensitive spot on his neck.
âGod, thatâs- shutting up now.â
They both fall quiet. Peter kisses him again, deepening it when Johnnyâs hands tangle in his messy hair.
Peter flips them over so theyâre both lying down, settling himself between Johnnyâs legs. Johnny looks up at him, eyes a little wide.
âWoah.â
âSorry, was that- was that too much?â
Johnny shakes his head. âSpider strength is so hot.â He pulls Peter back down toward him, connecting their mouths again.
Peterâs hands have just found their way under Johnnyâs shirt when the door bursts open, startling Peter so badly he falls from the bed.
The Thing stands in the doorway, looking somewhat amused. Peter is pretty sure his face has never been as red as it is right now.
âBen!â Johnny yells, more angry than embarrassed. âKnock!â He picks up a pillow and throws it in his direction.
âSorry. Didnât realize ya have⌠company.â He turns to leave, making a point of leaving the door wide open when he does. Johnny grumbles.
âSorry Mr. The Thing!â Peter calls out nervously from the floor.
Johnny looks at him, eyebrows raised.
âWhat?â
âMr. The Thing? God, you are so lame.â
Peter sticks his tongue out at Johnny, who blows him a kiss in response.
âUgh,â Johnny groans, running a hand through his blonde hair. âI guess we better go face the music. Iâm sure heâs told Sue by now.â
Peter starts following him out of the room, but stops when Johnny turns around to look at him quizzically. âNo mask?â
âA little late for that now,â he says, laughing nervously. âBesides, I trust you guys.â
Johnny nods, then takes his hand and gives it a little squeeze. âLetâs get this over with.â
Ms. Storm is surprising calm, given the fact that Peter had his tongue in her little brotherâs mouth not even ten minutes ago.
He guesses itâs not the first time theyâve walked in on Johnny with someone, but judging by the look of surprise on her face when Johnny introduces Peter as his boyfriend, itâs the first time itâs actually meant something.
âTold ya the kid was sweet on Spider-Man,â The Thing says to her, loudly enough that he and Johnny can both hear.
âBen!â Johnny whines, cheeks tinted pink.
Peter canât help it. âAw, you have a crush on me,â he teases. âThatâs so embarrassing.â
Johnny gives him a look. âPeter, weâre dating.â
He shrugs. âStill.â
Johnny elbows him gently and Peter laughs.
Ms. Storm stares at them with a knowing smile as they joke back and forth.
The rest of their conversation goes smoothly. He tells them about how he got his powers and is using his internship at Stark Industries as a cover. Ms. Storm promises that his secret is safe with them, and that heâs welcome anytime. She doesnât even bring up all the âmenaceâ stuff, which he considers a win.
For a minute, he thinks he got off easy.
Until the next afternoon, that is.
âSo, kid,â Mr. Stark starts and Peter flinches. âSomebody told me that youâre doing the nasty with the Human Torch.â
âWHAT?â Peter practically screams, face turning bright red. âWho even told you that?â
âSparkyâs sister. She said Ben walked in on the two of you.â
âThat wasnât- We werenât-â They weren't, and they wouldn't have, even if they hadn't been interrupted. Peter's never even kissed someone before Johnny, there's no way he's ready for that.
âSave it, Iâm not your aunt, you donât need to lie to me. I just want to give you something.â He pulls something out of his pocket and hands it to Peter. âGo nuts, kid.â
Peter looks closer at the small wrapper and flushes when he realizes what they are. âMr. Stark, I donât-â
âNo need to thank me. Just keep your hormones in check in my lab, okay?â
Peter opens his mouth, then shuts it again quickly, nodding curtly. He knows his chances of changing Mr. Starkâs mind are nonexistent, and heâd rather the conversation end now before he offers to show Peter how to use them or something equally embarrassing.
He turns back to the modifications heâs working on, but finds himself completely unable to focus the rest of the afternoon.
âHow was your day, Peter?â May asks kindly over dinner, but Peter is still thinking about his conversation with Mr. Stark. Heâs never been so embarrassed in his life.
âPeter?â May waves a hand in his face. âYou okay, kiddo?â
âMr. Stark gave me condoms,â he blurts, then cringes. He probably could have brought it up a little smoother.
âWhat?â May all but shouts. âThatâs incredibly inappropriate, heâs your boss, thereâs no reason for him to be- Iâm going to call him.â
âMay, please donât-â
âIâm sorry, kid, but thatâs not okay with me. He overstepped his boundaries with you and now I have to yell at him.â
Sheâs already pulling out her cell phone, dialing the number and putting it up to her ear. Yikes. If this is how sheâs reacting to condoms sheâs definitely not going to be happy when she finds out his âinternshipâ frequently involves getting shot at.
âHi, yes, this is May Parker. Oh, hi, Pepper. Iâm okay, but I do need to speak with Tony about something he did that Iâm not exactly comfortable with. He gave Peter condoms.â A pause. Peter can practically hear Ms. Pottsâ frustrated exhale. âHe did. So Iâm sure you understand why thatâs completely inappropriate. Peter is only sixteen, and heâs an employee, it hardly seems professional to- uh huh.â Another pause. âThank you so much, Pepper. We should get dinner sometime next week if youâre free.â May nods. âThursday sounds perfect. Iâm looking forward to it already. Thatâs fine, Iâll wait while you go find him.â
Itâs then that Peter flees the room, though May is loud enough he can still hear her, even behind his closed bedroom door. Sheâs on the phone for at least an hour, yelling loudly at Tony the entire time about how inappropriate his actions were and how uncomfortable he made Peter feel (which is technically true, but doesnât make it any less embarrassing). When she hangs up, thereâs a quiet knock on his door.
âCome in,â he calls, flopping backward onto his bed. May comes and sits next to him, brushing away some of the hair thatâs fallen on his forehead.
âIâm sorry you had to hear that. But I hope you understand why I had to do that.â
He nods wordlessly, sitting up next to her. May goes silent for a moment, as if contemplating her next words carefully. âDo you need condoms?â
âNo!â Peter yells, blushing profusely.
May softens. âPeter, I want you to feel comfortable talking with me about these kinds of things. Iâll admit, I think youâre a little too young, but if youâre going to have sex, I at least want you to be safe about it.â
âMay, Iâm not having sex. I promise.â He looks down at his shoes. âBut there is something I want to talk to you about.â
âWhat is is, honey?â
âIâve sort of been dating someone.â
âThatâs great news!â she says cheerfully. âCan I meet them?â
Her choice of words isnât lost on Peter, the way she says âthemâ instead of âsheâ, like she knows that might not necessarily be the case. It makes him wonder how he could have ever thought he could hide something like that from her, why he ever thought he might need to.
âYouâve met him actually.â He rubs the back of his neck nervously. âJohnny?â
He fidgets with his hands. âIâm bisexual,â he admits.
âOh, sweetheart,â she murmurs as she pulls him into a tight hug. âYou know I love you no matter what, right?â
Peter nods, feeling a little choked up. âRight.â
âIt doesnât matter who you love, if theyâre a boy or a girl, all that matters to me is that youâre happy.â
âThanks, May,â he says, giving her a squeeze. âI love you, too.â
âSoâŚâ May starts again a few minutes later. âI want to know all about this new boyfriend of yours.â
Peter grins. âWhat do you want to know?â
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For the awkward thanksgiving day prompts, 10. Or 5. Or combine 10 and 5. For legends of tomorrow/Captaincanary?
Happy Thanksgiving!
No Thanksgiving Goes as Planned
Read on AO3:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/16706920
âListen. Iâm just saying,â Leonard starts for at least the third time this morning, and if theyâre really about to have this conversation again Sara might just ask him to turn the car around. âIf youâre not frying the turkey you might as well just throw it in the trash.â
âAnd Iâm just saying we fried the turkey last year.â She reminds him, turning to fix him with a pointed glare. âCan we get through one Thanksgiving without someone going to the ER?â
âWaâs the mer-mergency room?â Rory pipes up from the backseat and itâs all Sara can do to keep from bashing her head against the headrest behind her.
âItâs a special office in the hospital,â Len explains, shooting Sara an apologetic glance for bringing up the subject at all; he knows sheâs anxious enough about today as it is. âRemember last Thanksgiving when I left early with Uncle Mick?â
Thereâs no word from the backseat for a moment, presumably because Rory is thinking. Truthfully Sara doubts her daughter remembers all the way to last Thanksgiving, especially since they hadnât exactly let her know what was going on.
âYou might have been asleep baby,â she offers, âIt was before dinner.â
âWhat happened?â
âUncle Mick wasnât being careful,â Leonard supplies, âHe was cooking the turkey and he turned the dial up too high, so he got hurt.â
Sara almost laughs, because that is certainly one way of putting it. The full story is Mick had somehow managed to convince them all to let him use a fryer for the turkey, Leonard had backed him up with the claim that heâs done it before and it always comes out great. It probably wouldâve been fine, really, if Ray hadnât gotten involved. He meant well, he always does, but he was convinced that Mick had the heat set too low. Mick argued it was fine, one thing led to another, and somewhere in the argument the nozzle got turned too far to the left and the whole fryer went up in flames.
It wasnât nearly as bad as it couldâve been. Ray got clear in time and Mick only suffered a few burns, he had only gone to the hospital to make Ray feel better. Still, Sara is hoping that there arenât any incidents this year.
When they finally pull up in front of the Steinâs house there are already plenty of cars parked along the street, much to Leonardâs obvious distain. Sara canât help but to laugh as he brings the car to a stop behind Rayâs, grumbling as he does so.
Sara goes around the back of the car to help Rory out of her car seat, Len going around to the other side to grab the pot full of mashed sweet potatoes off the floor. The two of them exchange a quick look through the back, and even though Len looks just as nervous as she does it still makes Sara feel better. She doesnât exactly think anything is going to go badly today, she certainly hopes not at least, but this Thanksgiving is different than any of the others theyâve celebrated together.
Itâs their first Thanksgiving without her dad, and without Martin, though Clarissa has still insisted on hosting. Itâs also the first Thanksgiving since Laurel woke up from her coma, and while she says she is adjusting just fine to everything that changed while she was asleep Sara knows itâs all still a little unsettling.
She doesnât know if today is going help that or be the final straw.
âHello?â
Zari is sitting on the living room floor at Jaxâs feet when she hears a voice call from the front door of the house, and not even a second later Sara and Leonard Snart appear in the entrance to the living room. Leonard is carrying a pot, Sara their daughter who is quick to hide her blushing face from the sudden onslaught of people. Clarissa approaches them first, giving Sara an awkward hug from the side that the younger woman canât exactly return thanks to her burden, whom Clarissa tries to say hello to but itâs unsuccessful. She then greets Leonard and points him to where he can place the pot in his hands. The others all say their hellos as Sara makes her way deeper into the party, her daughter protesting against being put down. Zari smiles a little at the sight, she doesnât know the Waveriderâs former Captain very well but she knows enough to know this is a novel sight, and therefor she suddenly feels a little out of place.
She gets up and heads into the kitchen, asking Clarissa if she needs help with anything.
âOh thank you Zari. Actually, if you wouldnât mind putting the rolls and the butter out on the table.â
Zari nods, taking the two bags of rolls off the counter and heading into the dining room. The table has already been set, for the most part, but there are two clear-ish spots at each end for the bags of rolls. She sets them down and heads back to the kitchen for the butter, and when she returns she finds none other than Nora Darhk rounding the corner of the other doorway.
Nora stops, briefly, upon seeing her and then offers a small, awkward smile. The two of them are still sometimes a little⌠odd, around each other. They have nothing against each other, at least not that Zari knows about. But Nora is still new to the team; her relationship with everyone is still new and a little awkward. Except for Ray. She and Ray have practically been joined at the hip ever since she came on board, yet right now sheâs alone.
âWhereâs Ray?â Zari asks and Nora shrugs.
âDownstairs I think, talking to Lily about something. Iâm just looking for a place to hide out.â
Zari nods, she can understand that. She spent most of last Thanksgiving hiding out; in fact sheâs doing that a little bit now.
âCome on,â she says, putting down the butter dish and nodding towards where Noraâs come in. âLetâs get a drink.â
There are some times more than others in which Laurel really wishes she could have a drink, and today is definitely one of those times. Sheâs just walked into the house of Clarissa Stein, a woman sheâs never even met, and into a room of mostly strangers. One exception to that statement, however, is her sisterâs husband Leonard.
âHey Laurel,â he says, greeting her at the door. He hesitates for a second, and then awkwardly gives her a hug.
She wraps her arms around him gratefully; she knows he isnât big on being touched except for by a very select few people, who she really isnât one of but heâs willing to make an exception.
âHi,â she returns as he leads her deeper into the house.
âI think Sara just went-â
âOh you must be Laurel!â A voice cuts him off and suddenly there is a middle-age blonde woman standing in front of her and pulling her into a hug.
âYes⌠Hi.â She says before pulling back from the hug. âYou must be Clarissa, thank you so much for having me.â
âOh of course!â The woman practically cheers, âPlease make yourself at home, Iâll be in the kitchen if you need anything.â With that she hurries off, and when Laurel turns she finds Leonard is gone.
She doesnât exactly want to continue standing there in the middle of the hallway, so she ducks in through the nearest doorway, and immediately regrets it.
The room, unlike the rest of the house, isnât crowded with people. Itâs a study, not a large one but filled with books and knick-knacks all the same, along with a small liquor cabinet over in the corner from where the roomâs lone occupant is retrieving a bottle.
And looking very much like a thief caught in the act.
âI⌠Iâm sorry.â She stutters out, though she suspects this man should be the sorry one. Sheâs seen his face somewhere before, though she canât put her finger on where, but in any case he certainly isnât the late Martin Stein, whom this study very clearly belongs to.
The man shrugs, she straightens up with a bottle of amber liquid still in his hands.
âDrink?âShe shakes her head, âNo thanks,â she declines and the man shrugs, and then begins pouring himself a glass.
âYouâre Blondieâs sister?â He asks, âThe one whoâs been asleep for four years.â
And here she was worried people might be walking around eggshells around her.
âYesâŚâ She drawls, arching an eyebrow at the man. âAnd you are?â
He regards her for a second, just before he tips back his drink and approaches her, one arm outstretched in the offering of a handshake.
âNameâs Mick.â
After Clarissa ambushes Laurel Leonard smirks to himself, and heâs planning on staying right there until itâs over, he really is, but then he sees the bathroom door is still closed and he decides that itâll be better if heâs alone when he knocks on that door rather than with Laurel, so he slips away.
âSara?â He calls, following a light rap of his knuckles. âAre you in there?â
âCome in.â
He does as heâs told, opening the door barely a crack and slipping inside. His heart clenches in his chest at the sight before him, that of his wife sitting in the cramped half bathroom with her back against the wall and her hands pushing back her hair.
âYour sisterâs here.â He informs her, crouching down to her level.
She nods at his words, sort of, as much as she can.
âHow are you feeling?â
The response he gets is nothing more than a groan, and with a frown he begins to rub her back.
âHow is she?â Sara asks after theyâve sat in silence for a few seconds, and she must see it in his eyes that he is about to tell her she hasnât answered the same question, because her mouth presses into a firm smile.
âPlease,â she adds, âIâm worried, and that isnât doing me any favors.â
Well, she has him there.
âA little overwhelmed I think,â He admits, âBut sheâll be ok, she was talking to Clarissa when I came in here, Iâm sure sheâs showing her around.â
Sara chuckles at that, her eyes closing but her smile still on her face.
âIf you arenât feeling up to being here-â
âNice try crook,â she interrupts him. âYou arenât getting out of today that easy.â
He chuckles this time, he had to try.
âCome on,â Sara says, placing her hand on his knee and using it to help herself up. âBefore someone finds us in here.â
âSo this is what normal people do on Thanksgiving?â Nora asks as she follows Zari out into the backyard, where Ray, Nate, Jax, and Charlie were presumably playing football at one point. Although right now it looks more like Charlie and Jax searching the bushes for the ball.
âI guess,â Zari shrugs, taking a sip of her beer as she watches the commotion. âMy Thanksgivings were pretty small growing up, though that doesnât mean stupid things like this never happened.â
Nora hums at that, thinking back to her own childhood Thanksgivings. Sometimes itâs a little odd to remember that 2018 isnât the time sheâs supposed to be in right now⌠it seems like sheâs always been here.
Right now, technically, sheâs only fourteen years old. On this very day, her fourteen year old self is locked away in a temple somewhere, likely being tortured, by doctors of all people, or so they always called themselves. That girl doesnât even know today is Thanksgiving, she hasnât yet figured out that the occasional changes in her food signify a holiday. By the time she does it wonât matter, sheâll have long ago lost track of the years. Itâs just easier, less heartbreaking at least, to let herself believe that 2018 never ended.
âHey!â Itâs Rayâs chipper voice that brings her from her thoughts, as usual. Heâs waving at them and approaching, leaning down to give her a kiss when he reaches them and giving Zari a smile.
âYou guys want to play?â
âOh, uhâŚâ She looks to Zari, who looks back, and then tilts her beer to her lips for one last sip before putting it down on the patio.
âSure,â she agrees, her eyes moving back to Nora along with Rayâs, and so Nora follows Zariâs example.
âSure,â she repeats, âWhy not?â
Laurel is⌠interesting, to Mick. She isnât what he was expecting, although now that he thinks about it he doesnât really know what he was expecting. He knows about her from before, she had quite a reputation around Iron Heights as the Assistant DA who could call you on even the tiniest lie and get you sent away. Not mention after four years of knowing SaraâŚ
Well, he wasnât expecting this. This quiet woman sitting so stiff on the couch of Steinâs back room. Heâd brought her in here cause the study had seemed too quiet, too heavy with the shared knowledge that they werenât really supposed to be in there. But the living and dining rooms are crowded with people, all of them either strangers to her or friends who have become strangers. This room is quieter, but also just around the corner from the party. Itâs only a matter of time before someone walks in and notices them hiding out, so when it happens he is grateful for Laurelâs sake that it happens in the form of stubby little legs moving in their usual hurry.
Rory stops in the doorway for a second, looks between them, and then promptly toddles over to Laurel where she begins urgently patting her Auntâs knee.
âI canât find mommy!â She complains as Laurel lifts her into her lap, bringing her arms around her protectively.
âOh Iâm sure-â
She doesnât get to finish, because as though summoned Sara and Snart show up in the doorway and Rory launches herself off Laurelâs lap and hurries over to her mother.
âWhat?â Sara mockingly groans as she lifts Rory up, hugs her, then settles her on her hip. âYouâre ok. Youâve got Uncle Mick and Auntie Laurel. You donât need me.â
Rory responds to this by giggling and wrapping her arms around Saraâs neck, to which Sara rolls her eyes before heading to sit next to Laurel. While the girls begin to talk Mick lookâs over at Len, a silent question in his eyes and his friend nods with a small smile.
Snart knows better than to try and hide whatâs going on from him. All the others, sure, but not him. They both know heâs more intuitive than he lets on, and he was the one there at the very beginning the first time around. As soon as he saw Sara dart into that bathroom he knew-
âUh⌠We need some help outside!â
Raymondâs voice suddenly calling through the house gets everyone hurrying into the yard, Leonard going out the back door with Sara, Rory, Mick, and Laurel on his heels. He doesnât know what could possibly be going on out there, it isnât like they have a deep fryer this year, but when he gets there he stops short.
Heywood and Zari are both staggering to their feet with their hands pressed to their faces. Haircut and his girlfriend are standing back and looking like they want to help but arenât sure how. At first Len isnât sure why Haircut has made such a big fuss, but then he sees the blood seeping from under Zariâs hand, and notices Heywoodâs hand is completely covering his eye.
âOh dear!â Clarissa exclaims; rushing for Heywood and taking that as some sort of cue Raymond moves for Zari. âWhat happened?â
âThey were both running for the football and they ran smack into each other.â Nora supplies just as Clarissa gets Heywoodâs hand away from his eye and, shit, the skin from the side of it is just gone.
âOk.â Clarissa gulps, looking like she is trying very hard not to faint. âOk, you two need to go to the hospital.â
âWeâll take them,â Raymond quickly volunteers with barely a glance back to Nora, but she nods along with the idea and takes his place by Zari, so he moves onto Heywood and they start heading for Palmerâs car.
âWell,â Sara says, coming to stand next to him. âI guess that answers my question, apparently we canât get through one Thanksgiving without someone going to the ER.â
He smirks, not that this is funny but still, and then he leans close to her ear so that only she, and Rory of course, will hear his words.
âLooks like the plan of telling everyone at once that youâre pregnant is out the window.â
She smiles, like she canât believe thatâs really what heâs thinking about right now, and suddenly Rory perks her head up as though a bolt of lightning has hit her.
âCan I tell them?!â She begs. They had told her last week and sworn her to secrecy, letting her know that they were planning on telling everyone at Thanksgiving dinner.
âHow about this?â Sara says, smoothing a hand over Roryâs blonde curls. âYou keep the secret a little longer, until daddy and me tell everyone at dinner, and after weâll go to the hospital and you can tell them.â
âOk!â Rory agrees happily and Len smirks, the group one by one heading back inside.
Len shakes his head as they go in, they really canât ever have a normal Thanksgiving.
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