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murderslugs · 4 years ago

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Getting To Know Them || Slasher x Reader Bf/Gf Scenarios Pt 2

Jason Voorhees

When you woke, you were lying in a dim living room. The windows were boarded with thick, rotting oak planks and the doors were bolted shut. The only light left to illuminate the room was a small lamp on the old, rustic coffee table in front of you. Beneath you was a somewhat scratchy couch, clearly taken off of someone's front line with a paper labeled "free to take" on it, or from some dump. However, you were thankful that it at least wasn't the creaky wooden floor instead. You scratched at the rope around your wrists, loosened from being wriggled around and messed with.

You sat up and allowed your vision to re-adjust, and saw the same man in flannel and ski-mask in an arm-chair on the other side of the coffee table. He didn't seem to notice your awakening, or he at least didn't acknowledge it. He was reading a book with a maroon cover, and you couldn't make out the small copper-shaded title. You studied his movement. He was calm and showed little emotion in his body language, simply reading in peace.

In a split second, you decided to break the peace and silence. "Who are you?" The man put down the book in his lap, but only looked up at you for a moment, silent. You could see him think, then make a few hand gestures. You came to the realization that it was ASL, but you never really learned the language, despite your interest in it. You saw him take a deep breath and get up, grabbing a pen and a notebook off a table to the side. He slid the items onto the coffee table before you and slowly unbound your wrists. You wrote your question out again, "Who are you?" and slid it around for him to see. He read it, and wrote quickly, in slightly messy handwriting, "Jason. any more questions?" and slid the items back.

From here, you two went on for hours, listing out questions on the notebook and answering them for each other. You filled out pages and pages, ranging from basic questions to things like "what was your childhood like?" Certain things like that, he would pause and then write that he didn't want to talk about it. Through the night or day (due to the lack of natural light, it was hard to tell,) this game went on.

Michael Myers

Though you tried your best and struggled and squirmed, the man who had taken you still had gotten you tied to a chair; where you sat with a belt tying your wrists to the wooden beams, thankfully with a cushion underneath your rear. You shut your eyes for a second and groaned, throwing your head back. You always thought of yourself as strong and independent, a fighter who didn't need help from anyone. Alas, this was one ass you couldn't kick, and you hated yourself for it.

Across the kitchen, the bright lights shined on the tiled floor, and a tea kettle whistled ceaselessly. The sound of running water stopped as the man who had taken you walked from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The man dried his hands on his pants and took the kettle off the burner, shutting the flames off. You observed him take two random mugs from the cabinets above, and place them on the white countertop. He carefully poured the tea into the two cups, and a light herbal smell filled the air. After a moment, you recognized the smell of hibiscus tea. This was a familiar smell, something your aunt made every morning when you spent the night at her house in the summers between school years.

The man walked over and brought the two cups with him. A low, slightly muffled, silky voice came from behind the mask as he slid a mug across the table to you. "Careful, it's scolding." The tall, built man walked across and unbuckled one of your arms from the chair for you to pick up the mug with. "Drink." He said, before taking a seat before you. This is when he slid the mask off, to reveal a face beneath that you never would have expected. Dark brown, shaggy, messy, wavy hair fell over his forehead, and he blew it out of his grey eyes. His face was scarred and his lips were chapped, but it somehow wasn't unappealing or revolting.

"What's your name? Who the fuck are you?" You asked, leaning as far as you could with your restraints still intact. The man pushed his hair back and sighed heavily, sipping the near boiling tea. "Michael. 24. Libra." He said in a monotone voice. You rolled your eyes. "This is an introduction to your victim, not The Dating Game." You told him harshly. "Well, is there something specific you wanna know? It's not like your giving me anything to go off of, sugar cube." 'Michael' replied with the same energy in return. "Fine. I'm (Y/N). What else is there to say?"

Carrie White

Like the pale girl suggested, Carrie if you remembered correctly, you came back to the public library next Sunday, around noon. You had finished the book you had most recently checked out, so you had to return it anyways. Walking down the pavement, you saw here in a light sundress, walking up the few steps and into the library. You ran to catch up and followed her, careful not to startle the girl. As soon as you got inside, you carried yourself to just behind her, and tapped on her shoulder.

The girl turned around, and a look of confusion appeared on her features. "(Y/N). We met here last week? I suggested you check out Narnia." You reminded her, an eager smile painted on your face. A spark formed in her eyes, and she returned your smile. "Oh! Yes, yes, I remember. I'm sorry, my mind is awfully clouded lately." You assured her that it was alright, and you two went along.

The two of you walked down the aisles of bookshelves, and she looked for something new to try out. Maybe she would check out a cook-book and try a new recipe, or read up on WW1. Although, you DID notice that she avoided the religious aisle. However, you didn't comment on this, out of respect. You two checked out a few books, and on the paved outdoor steps, you stopped her. "Would you like to go for coffee or tea? Even a pastry? There's a little shop down the street, I'll buy. I'd just like to talk a bit.

Carrie obliged happily, and the two of you took your books and walked down to the small cafe. It had a dim, rustic theme, and brought peace to anyone who entered it's walls. There was a faint vanilla sent in the air, welcoming you two. For about an hour, Carrie sat down with you and talked about your life, your week, basic things. It was nice to get to know her. She seemed kind, and gentle. Everything about her was graceful, from the way she sipped her latte to the way she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. As you two finished up your chats, you grabbed your things and greeted each other farewell, agreeing to meet again next week.

Jennifer Check

The pair of you had become half-decent lab partners over the last few weeks, but she didn't seem to be doing well with the subject. As a result, you decided that you would volunteer to tutor her in the subject after school. So, there you were, on your way to her house after school to hang out and help her study up on the subject and with the homework. It was a cloudy day, and you could tell that a storm was brewing in those clouds above your head. Because of this, you decided to walk a bit faster to avoid being soaked.

As you arrived at Jennifer's house, you knocked gently on the door. When you received no answer, you hesitantly knocked harder. Very suddenly, a slightly older woman answered the door, assumingly Jennifer's mom. The woman looked you up and down, then quickly turned to yell over her shoulder, "Jenny! Your new friend is here!" She then quickly invited you in and brought you a small tray of white-chocolate macadamia nut cookies, offering you to take one or two ((If you have an allergy to nuts, then M&M cookies.)) "I made these for you two while you were studying. There's also sodas in the fridge in case you need a drink." Jennifer's mom said joyfully, before scooping the strap of a purse onto her shoulder. "I'll be off now, I have a job interview to get to. Jen's room is upstairs, first door on the right. Have fun you two!" She informed you before heading out the door.

You walked up the stairs until you found an oak door, and knocked before coming in. "Uh, hi, it's (Y/N), I'm here to help you study..?" You said as you slowly walked in and shut the door behind you. Jennifer was standing, looking in the mirror and smearing concealer under her eyes. She sighed and looked over to you. "Sit on the bed. You know, I was gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood like a Slurpee, but my mom seems to like you, and I don't think you're too bad. Shame, would have been a great opportunity." She said nonchalantly. As she turned to you, you saw that her face was pale and broken out in acne.

Your heart skipped a beat and the color drained from your face. "I'm sorry, w-what...?" You tried to gulp down the fear in your words. "I'm a succubus, idiot. Don't think that I didn't notice you staring at the blood on my shoes the first day we met. I feed on people's bodies and sexual energy so I can feel good and look good. But I've decided you're worth keeping around, so I'll save that for the next chump. So, shall we get to know each other?" She said calmly as she sat down beside you on the bed.

Billy Loomis

You were home alone yet again, but this time it was mid day. You were watching horror movies out of boredom on your couch, when you got a call. You hesitantly answered, to hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone. "I'm here, come let me in." You carried the phone with you. You figured one of your friends had stopped by to say hi, and their voice just sounded messed up due to shitty reception. You went to your front door, and looked through the peephole to see someone in a shitty costume, probably from Walmart, as it was October, and stores were starting to sell Halloween costumes and decorations. You hung up the phone and stuck it in your pocket, opening the door slightly with the chain lock still intact.

"Cut it out, prankster. That's not a very creepy costume. Ooo! I'm so scared!! Listen, I've seen the original Japanese film The Ring a million times, I'm not too scared of much." You heard the person sigh and push the door forward aggressively, breaking the lock. You jumped back in shock. "Hey! You're paying for that, asshole!" You yelled only for a quick response. "No, I don't think I will, beautiful. The man said, taking off his mask. To your shock, it was someone that you went to school with, Billy Loomis. You remember him graduating just the year before you, and were a bit shocked at his sudden appearance. You two had talked a bit, and you could consider yourselves acquaintances, but never really close friends.

Billy took a step forward, and in turn, you took one back. He put his hands up, showing he had no weapons in his hands. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt, that's not what I came to do. I just want to...get to know you. Look, you can pat me down, if you really feel the need. I don't have any weapons on me." You lowered your defenses a bit, but still kept them up. "Why would you want to know me so bad?" You asked hesitantly. "Well, I looked through your window and realized I'd found you again. And I wanted to get to know the pretty (girl/boy/person) I used to look at in the hallways every day." He said in a smooth tone. And that's where your night started.

Thomas Hewitt

It was a lovely Texas summer day. A warm breeze carried through the semi-tall grass in the fields, and the smell of fresh bread filled the small wooden house. On this fine afternoon, you happened to be listening to some old music, from the 50s-60s, and baking. When you least expected it, you heard a loud knock on the door. You figured it might have been one of your new neighbors looking to get to know you, or ask to borrow something. You strolled to the door and opened it, to see a rather large man in a butcher's apron, curly dark hair, and a rather scarred face on the other side. Though he had somewhat of a threatening aura, you knew that there was more behind his appearance.

You saw him open his mouth, but then stop and think for a moment. He hesitantly put his hands up and made a few broken and hand signals. You realized quickly that it was sign language, as you had an uncle growing up that happened to be deaf, so you learned it so that you two could talk. "I'm not deaf, I just don't like to speak." You watched him sign apprehensively, and responded allowed. "That's okay, hun. What can I do for you?" You asked, and he thought for a moment. "Do you have some salt I can use? Papa shot a..." He stopped for a moment, then looked back up to meet your eyes. "Papa shot a deer, and we ran out of salt to dry out the hide and season the meat." He asked, and you replied. "Of course! Come right in, I keep a few bags in the cupboard, I have a half-full one you can take home." You told him as you allowed him to come in and shut the door behind him.

Your bread sat warm in the window-sill, cooling down. As you handed him the salt, he pointed over to it. "Oh, do you want a piece?" He nodded aggressively, and you smiled. You grabbed the metal baking sheet and put it on the counter, slicing a few pieces. "Here, you can have more than one. I make it all the time, and it's just me here to eat it anyways." You told him. "Would you like to sit down and chat for a moment? I can make you tea or coffee too if you like? You can tell me about yourself. That is, if you don't have to be home right quick." The man nodded again, and set the salt down on the counter. "My name's Thomas. I'd like some...Peppermint tea, if you have it." The man signed to you, his guard down as he clearly felt welcomed in the household. "Okay, Thomas, right on it." You smiled warmly and handed him a thick slice of warm bread with butter and mulberry jam smeared over the top. "Take a seat, dear."

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~Author's Note~

Hi guys, I'm so sorry it took so long to get this second part out :( I've just been really stressed and not in a great mental place, plus the factor of writer's block and being scared to burn myself out. But thank you for those who have stayed through the hiatus to continue reading!! Please comment below if you have any character or scenario requests. Goodbye for now, loves!

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cedric-stories · 4 years ago

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Wassailia Cookies (Cedric x Reader)

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: Very suggestive (what’s new? Lol), no sex but strongly implied, language, fluffy.

Plot: You’re gonna need to read it to find out 😉

Author’s note: hope there’s no errors. Sorry it took me so long to post again. Have been busy for the past few days packing for vacation. I’m happy to say there is a ‘by the ocean’ fic in the works, lol. Happy Holidays y’all!!

(and yes, the suggestive content is suggestive but there is no sex. Tbh, I’m a little scared about writing my first smut so I keep holding off. Eventually though, lol. I’ll mark where it gets weird with a 😊 and where it ends.)

Last thing, THANK YOU ALL MY NEW FOLLOWERS!!! I APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT!! AND TO ALL YOU WHO LIKE MY POSTS!! I’m glad y’all enjoy it

Wassailia Cookies

Reader pronouns: She/her

“Love, can you please get the door?” you called outside the tower.

You waited outside with two heavy, brown boxes crowding your view.

“It’s open.” He said, not sure that you could see.

“Thanks!”

Once you got inside, you placed them down on the nearest wooden table.

Your chest was heaving up and down, “Oh man, those were heavy.”

“What on earth are they?”

You smiled, trying to catch your breath. “Ingredients to bake Wassailia cookies.”

Cedric cocked his head. “Bake cookies?”

“Um, yeah,” you wondered what he didn’t understand. “I thought we could make some sugar ones together. If you want to?”

He still had a puzzled look on his face.

“Alright, that would be fun, but why not just conjure some?”

Your perplexed expression turned to utter shock.

“What fun is that? It’s a tradition to make cookies by hand during the holidays.” You explained with your ‘you should know this’ tone. “Didn’t you do this with your family?”

Cedric shook his head. “I never have. Growing up, mother always just conjured some, if we had any at all.”

“So,” you began, “did you guys have any family traditions for the holidays?”

“Well…no I guess not. My father was always” his expression sadden, “to busy to do things like that.”

You felt bad for him. Here the love of your life has never had any traditions over the holidays. You had just presumed he did. Not knowing what to say, you just stood in front of him.

“Well, why don’t we just make some traditions of our own?” you said, trying to cheer him up.

Cedric’s eyes met yours and gained back the familiar twinkle.

“Alright! Do you still want to bake?”

You grinned. “I’d love to!”

You picked up a box and Cedric picked up the other. The two of you started into the kitchen and set the stuff down on the counter.

Cedric put a hand on your back, and you shifted into him.

“Now, you must me patient with me, love. I am not much of a baker.”

You giggled. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

After standing there for a minute, you began taking ingredients out. You asked him to grab a few bowls and you brought out the mixer. You rummaged through a few papers and picked one out.

“Here, this is the recipe, if you want to get the wet ingredients out of the fridge and start putting them together that would be great.” You said, still looking into the box.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

When you finally finished getting things organized you walked over to the mixer to find the beginnings of the dough already made.

“Oh, wow. Thanks, honey.” You were surprised by how fast he had gotten things combined.

A few minutes later, you put the dry in with the wet and began mixing it.

“It says not to overmix, so I think we better stop it, don’t you?” Cedric asked. You hadn’t even noticed it was on the verge of overmixing.

“Right!” you blurted out, running over to the mixer, and shutting it off. “Thank you.”

Cedric replied with a ‘uh huh’.

You put the dirty bowls and spoons into the soapy dish water and started to clean up when you saw Cedric steal a piece of dough from the bowl.

“Cedric! Don’t eat that! You’ll get poisoned!” You exclaimed, stomping over to scold him.

“No, I won’t.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, you will.” You snapped, snatching the bowl away from him and wrapping the dough into two separate balls.

“You’re just that worried about me, huh?” Cedric asked with a smug look on his face.

“Well, maybe so.” You said, walking over to your boyfriend.

Cedric was leaned up against the counter when you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed against him. You looked up and gave him a small kiss on the lips.

“You do know how much I love you, right?” You questioned, looking at his shimmering, cognac eyes.

Cedric’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“I think so.”

After sharing another gentle kiss, Cedric and you walked into the living room and sat down.

You had your head on his shoulder and began thinking.

“You want some hot chocolate?”

“Yes, I’d like some.”

You got a tea pot and poured some warm water from the sink into it. The

Water dripped down slowly from the nozzle as it filled. The soft even sound of the liquid hitting the metal surface made your shoulders relax and put your ambiance at ease. You reached up, grabbed the glass handle, and pivoted your hand to shut off the water. Placing the pot down, you walked over to the blackened stove and flipped a burner on. The flame flickered and crackled as it rose above the center of the burner. A small line of smoke twisted as it floated up into the air. You placed the pot onto the burner carefully and opened the cupboard to the left to find the hot chocolate mixture.

While the packets you had bought from the store were fine, you always liked to add extra bits of chocolate to make the drink more potent. You got out the bags and a gold-wrapped bar of chocolate and set them aside. Next, you walked past the stove to the right and reached up to open the other dark, woodened cabinets. You found two glass mugs that were almost teacup shaped and added the packets to them.

Unfolding the golden wrapping from the chocolate, you dropped two squares into each mug, making sure they were about equal amounts. When you were done, you slowly wrapped up the chocolate again and put it back.

You began hearings a small, steaming sound from the pot. Then, a loud whistling came screaming out from the spout. You grabbed the teapot and started pouring the boiling water into the cups. Steam rose up and the water splashed, conforming to the shape of the mugs. After you had poured enough water in till it was about an inch from the top, you set the pot down and grabbed a spoon. You dipped the spoon down into the hot liquid. While you were stirring, you heard footsteps from behind.

The steps got closer until they were right behind you. The next thing you noticed were two arms gently wrapping around your waist. As you continued, the warm body pressed you up against the counter from behind.

Kissing the top of your head, Cedric began to speak.

“This is nice, isn’t it?”

“Yes, there is no place I’d rather be.” You replied, stiffening your back, and curling into him.

“Are you almost done? It’s boring without you.” He said, brushing his hand across your stomach, causing your middle to twitch.

“Almost.”

The spoon had moved onto the other cup and you were just about done. You tried scooching up to grab some marshmallows from the cupboard, but Cedric pushed against you harder to try to keep you in place.

“Honey,” you giggled, “I need to get the marshmallows.”

“No, you don’t,” he denied, nuzzling his nose into your hair, “stay here, who likes marshmallows anyway?”

You immediately stopped fighting.

“You don’t like marshmallows?” You asked, once again in shock of something he said.

“No, do you?”

“Oh course!” you cried. “How can you not?”

“Too sticky for me.”

“Cedric, you can’t have Wassailia spirit without marshmallows!” You said jokingly. You were giving full expressions with every word you said, but since you were stuck facing the cupboards between the counter and your boyfriend, it looked like you were talking to two cups of hot chocolate and a wall.

“Well, I think I will manage.” He laughed, letting you free to grab your beloved, squishy, white clumps of god know what.

After grabbing the package, you put a few into your mug and left them on the counter. Walking back to the living room, Cedric grabbed a book and sat down on the couch. You followed and plopped down. Snuggling next to him, you began to think about your relationship the past year.

The two of you had been together for 9 months now and it was beautiful.

You could not believe he asked you out that day. He was all you had waited for, and believe me, the first time you looked into those brown eyes was like the first time you had ever felt alive. It was almost like you were suffocating for years, and then suddenly, when he looked at you, you were able to breathe. Now, a few months later, you were sitting next to him, watching him read a book.

You couldn’t believe you were here, with him. Your whole life, the two of you had been separated by dimensions* and now he was yours. You looked down his body and noticed the wrinkles in the dark robe he was wearing. You observed the crinkles of his gloves as he licked a finger and flicked a page of his book to the other side. You laid down across his lap and felt the warmth radiate off his body. Yes, this was truly happiness.

You looked up at your boyfriend as he kept reading. You began tracing your finger along his jaw and kissed up his chest. You wrapped your arm around his waist, curled your legs up next to him, and nuzzled his stomach.

“Excuse me, what in the world are you doing down there?” Cedric asked, lifting his hands so he could see you.

You gave a little smile up at him.

“Nothing, just begging for your attention.”

😊“Oh really? And why are you doing that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I love you.” You began, sliding your hand up his shoulders. “I think you’re handsome, and kind, and sweet, and beautiful,” you paused, “and I’d really appreciate it if you’d kiss me.”

Cedric’s lips curled up and he leaned over and quickly set his book down on the side table. You wrapped your legs around his waist, guided your arms around his neck, and leaned up into him.

Settling down onto his lap carefully, you noticed how turned on he was. You tried to hold back a sigh and looked up at him; his face was beginning to turn red.

“Well, I didn’t know you were enjoying this so much.” You tease, slightly bucking your hips.

Cedric let out a small whimper.

“Yes, but I-I didn’t expect you to get close enough to notice.” He answered, shifting his gaze to the side.

You began running your hands through his thick, raven black hair and smiled. You knew you had him. Kissing his cheek, you traced a figure around his ear.

“God, have I ever told you how lucky I am?” You asked, your lips still inches from his. “First, I get a job as a nurse in the castle, then I get to go out with the guy of my dreams. Next thing I know, I’m sitting on his lap waiting for Wassailia cookies.”

Cedric gave another noise in response and tried kissing you, but you shifted away from him and gave a grin.

“I never believed in my wildest dreams that I’d end up with you. You’re my everything, my world, and I wouldn’t change any part of it. My life is complete with you, Cedric.” You began kissing down his cheek to his neck. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Anything?” He asked with a flirty look.

You smiled.

“Anything.”

Cedric chuckled. “I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t believe you feel that way about me. You truly are the best thing that’s ever happened.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours.

Your expression softened even more, and your heart began to melt. In the mists of this, you still noticed he was hard. Cedric was not like most and his emotions were very connected to his desires, and you knew that. You also knew he was probably dying to kiss you but was holding back to continue the moment. While you could’ve given in and kissed him, you decided to play a little game and see what he’d do.

He moved your face towards his and leaned in to kiss you. You tried pulling back again to tease but he didn’t let you.

“Oh no you don’t, I’m not falling for that again.” He said, recalling an older event (not today).

“Mm.”

Instead of kissing you though, he just looked into your eyes. The moment lasted a little longer than you had expected, and you began getting impatient.

“Oh, Cedric,” You sighed, shifting in slowly. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

He blushed once again and smiled. You could tell he was trying hard to hold back, in case you were truly just trying to be sweet.

You traced along his jaw again and brushed your fingers lightly along his neck, running your hands down his chest. Moving your arms back up around his shoulders, you adjusted slightly and then began a slow bucking motion across his lap.

That was the breaking point for him. You felt his hands firmly grasp the sides of your face and his lips crashed into yours and he began bucking back up against you. You let out a sharp breath and moaned as things began heating up. His hips hit harder and harder the longer you went on. You felt your legs begin to shake. As much as making out was fun, it wasn’t giving you enough.

“Cedric!” you almost shouted in between kisses. “Please, please just fuck me!”

The next thing you knew, he was on top of you, pawing at your shirt.

“Can I?” he asked for consent.

“Oh god, YES! Please, just hurry up!” You gasped, struggling to untie his robe. 😊

Awhile later, you fixed your clothes and hair, and made your way back to the kitchen with your boyfriend attached to your side. You opened the fridge to check on the dough.

“I think it’s done.” You said softly, wiping sweat from your forehead with a napkin.

You grabbed the two round discs and set them on the counter. After, you wandered over to get some flour and sprinkled it down along the surface. Unwrapping the plastic, you placed the dough down and started rolling it out.

You had the side of your body pressed against Cedric as you continued. Every time you’d fix the sheet of cookie dough, he would kiss your cheek. You loved this so much.

Once the dough was in a thin layer, you grabbed a cutout and flowered it.

“If you wanna start cutting out shapes you can.”

Cedric nodded and grabbed a star shape.

Within a few minutes, the two of you were done and had cut out both entire sheets. Cedric seemed to particularly like the snowman shaped cutout.

Cedric opened the oven carefully and set the timer for 14 minutes.

Cedric heard the oven go off and opened the door.

He took out his wand and gave it a light flick. The silver sheet came slowly out of the oven and floated its way over to the counter. Smiling, you got out a spatula and gently began lifting each cookie off the pan. They bent to the spatula as you scooted the thin end under. After each cookie was securely balanced, you would slowly move to the other counter and flatten the edge to it. Then, you’d begin to lift the cookie in a slight angle to slide them onto the surface. You repeated this motion until the very last cookie.

You looked at the star shaped, tan, sugary treat and, instead of placing it with the rest, you cut it in half. You grabbed a piece and handed it to Cedric.

“Here, try some handmade cookies.”

He took it from you and took a bite. He seemed to like it.

“Good?” you asked.

“Very good.” He answered, piling the rest of it in his mouth.

You decided to give him your half and started making some royal icing. You colored it red, yellow, green, white, and black.

“Alright, I got some bags out and made icing, now we just have to decorate!”

Cedric grabbed a chair and sat down next to the table. You sat down on his lap and grabbed a cookie.

The two of you began frosting the cookies (stealing a bit of icing in between) and decorated them. You liked doing small designs with the icing while cedric just liked to flood the whole thing. After a few hours, you had finished the two dozen cookies and set them onto a few plates.

“Thank you, Cedric.” You kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, y/n, for letting us share this experience together. There marks the first year of traditions for me. Now, how about we take a few of those cookies and go sit by the fire?”

“That sounds great!”

You headed out with a plate full of cookies to the fire and smiled looking at the Wassailia tree proudly standing in the corner with ornaments and tinsel.

“Merry Wassailia, Cedric.”

“Merry Wassailia, Love.”

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stillbandofbrothersthirsty · 3 years ago

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As Far As Friends Go

Chapter 17 (Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12; Chapter 13; Chapter 14; Chapter 15; Chapter 16)

Emily - September - October 1944 Emily’s mind was with Nixon as she quietly crept down towards the kitchen. He had looked so disheveled wandering the halls like a madman. Emily worried that he was struggling to sleep again. She flicked on a small lamp just inside the kitchen. It provided enough light to guide the kettle. Within a moment Emily stood beside the stove waiting for the water to boil. She wanted to be careful to pull it off the burner just before it whistled. The last thing she wanted was to wake the entire house of officers before they left England for good.

A slight draft blew through the window panes just above the sink and Emily was glad she had thought to bring the tartan blanket from the foot of her bed. As she waited, she peered out the window expecting to see nothing but black. Emily imagined all the creatures that may be roaming about in the night. She had seen plenty of deer, rabbits, and even a few foxes since coming to Aldbourne. Instead of woodland animals, Emily made out the faint silhouette of someone sitting on the bench only a few yards from the manor. She squinted through the pane wondering if it was one of the officers. A speck of orange illuminated the raven night and Emily recognized the posture of the man smoking. She knew that figure, she had sat beside him for hours. Emily pulled the kettle off of the stove and filled two mugs. Clutching her blanket with one hand, Emily balanced the steaming mugs against her chest. The ceramics weren’t hot through the wool blanket but she walked quickly outside anyways, afraid the tea would cool once it hit the night air. “Hey Joe,” Emily approached Joe Toye, adjusting her grip on the mugs. It was chilly outside, but not so cold that the blanket wouldn’t suffice for warmth. The bench Joe sat on was perfect for over looking the low swooping valley below. Emily could smell the smoke from his cigarette who’s tip glowed each time he sucked at it. “Am I disturbing you?” She asked. “Emily, hey,” Joe hardly turned to look over her shoulder, “nah, take a seat.” Emily circled the bench and sat down beside him gazing off into the darkness. She held out one of the hot mugs, “tea?” she asked. Joe grimaced, but accepted the cup, “I don’t know why the tom’s are so moony over this stuff,” he said taking a tentative drink. Emily chuckled, “you don’t have to drink it.” “Eh it’s okay, thanks,” Joe flicked his cigarette to the ground. “So what’re you doing out here?” Emily asked. “I don’t know, just couldn’t sleep.” “Feeling anxious about tomorrow?” Emily kept her voice gentle. Something about Joe allowed her to immediately let her guard down. She felt totally comfortable around him but that didn’t mean he was comfortable around her. “A little bit, I don’t know.” “That’s reasonable to feel that way,” Emily said. She didn’t want to push him. Joe exhaled deeply. They sat in companionable silence for a while. A breeze rattled the leaves in the trees as if warning them of their fate. Emily much preferred the cold to the heat. She was perfectly content cocooned in her blanket with the cool air turning her cheeks red. “Would you call me a coward if I told you I was scared?” Joe’s voice was husky. Emily looked at him in surprise. “Not at all Joe! Not one bit.” Even in the dark Emily could see Joe’s Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. “Is there something specific you’re worried about?” Emily asked gently. “I don’t wanna let anyone down,” Joe confessed into the night. “Joe, why would you say that? You’re not going to let anyone down. You’re one of the best soldiers in Easy Company.” Joe chuckled humorlessly, “I have a hard time believing that.” “It’s true,” Emily kept her voice low, “ask any guy here. You’re the one they want in their corner. You’re the one I want in my corner.” Emily wasn’t just saying that to make him feel better. She had gotten to know Joe well since Normandy and there were few people in the world she trusted more. Joe was the kind of guy who would be there for you without question. “Ugh,” Joe groaned. He ran a thick hand across his face. “Fuck. Sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing here, why I deserve to be with the best of the best.” Emily’s heart ached for him. She knew exactly how he was feeling. There were few feelings worse than doubting your own place. It was incredibly lonely. “Because you’re one of the best,” she said firmly. Joe laughed bitterly but otherwise accepted her compliment. “I honestly wonder what I’m doing here sometimes too,” Emily admitted. “Yeah?” Joe looked at her properly for the first time all night. “Yeah. I came over here a completely different person and now,” she shrugged, “now sometimes I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing.” “You’re the map girl,” Joe said matter-of-factly. Emily laughed, “oh is that what I am?” Joe allowed himself a little smile, “I mean that’s what we call you. That’s one of your nicknames at least.” Emily’s mouth dropped in mock shock, she was curious, “What? How did I not know I had nicknames! What else am I known by?” “You really wanna know?” “Yes!” “Mrs. Nixon.” A shiver ran through Emily’s body and her face grew hot. “Sorry if that embarrasses ya,” Joe said. “Why Mrs. Nixon?” Emily tried to keep her voice light. “You know there’s a real Mrs. Nixon right?” Joe shrugged, “yeah, but you’re like Captain Nixon’s work wife. You guys are always together workin’ on somethin’,” he said innocently. Emily’s muscles relaxed slightly at his explanation. “I prefer map girl,” she said. “Yeah me too, you got me all set up for Normandy.” “I’m glad you made it back,” Emily said sincerely. They exchanged a look that only two people who had been to hell and back could interpret. “Yeah,” he said. Emily inhaled deeply, pulling as much of the outside air into her lungs as she could. “I’m going to go back to bed. You should probably think about getting some sleep too.” “Yeah,” Joe said morosely. His thousand-yard stare was back, “yeah.” “Okay Joe,” Emily patted him tenderly on the shoulder, “good luck tomorrow.” “‘Night.” Emily made her way back to her bedroom where she fell into a restless sleep. The journey to Holland was much more grueling than the trip to France had been. The action was less concentrated and it took weeks for Emily to be reunited with her paratroopers. Operation Market Garden had gone poorly and her route was diverted towards Arnhem rather than the over-ambitious point across the Rhine. The 101st had managed to secure a few bridges and roadways but the initial encounter near Eindhoven had resulted in Easy Company’s retreat. When Emily finally reconnected with the 101st in Schoonderlogt she sought Nixon out for instructions. He and Winters were standing outside of the building where Easy’s second platoon was bunked up. She noticed the spot of raw red flesh on Nixon’s forehead as soon as she saw him. “What’s that?” she demanded, “wait and why do you smell like urine?”  Nixon shot Winters a dirty look but didn’t offer any explanation. Winters retold a rather jarring close call Nixon had outside Eindhoven. As Easy Company moved to retreat a bullet ricocheted off his helmet, leaving behind a burn at the top of his forehead. For all intents and purposes, Nixon was fine. He had only been left with the small red scar which was expected to fade away. Nixon thought so little of his brush with death that he had the gall to be annoyed with Winters for informing Emily about the incident. Winters, cool as ever, was uninhibited by Nixon’s attitude and explained matter of factly how shaken both he and Nixon had been in the moment. “I’m fine, it’s fine. It’s not some dramatic war story!” Nixon protested. “No,” Winters conceded, “I’m just telling her how it happened.” Emily tried to match the candid energy of the men but deep down something stirred in her: panic. She wanted to scold Nixon for not retreating quicker. She wanted to ask him so many questions like if the burn had caused him any pain. What would she have done if the bullet had penetrated the metal? She would’ve lost him. It was in that moment she realized she would not be able to cope if he had been killed. “I’m fine,” Nixon repeated firmly, looking directly in her eyes. Emily cleared her throat, “I know. You’re standing here aren’t you?” “Exactly. Plus, you’re lucky you didn’t make it here earlier. 2nd and 3rd Battalions’ C.P.s were hit in force. Major Horton was killed.” “What?” Emily asked in shock, her stomach rolled with fear. “Yeah, glad you weren’t working when the Germans hit,” Winters added. Emily had missed out on so much. Obviously, the army had gotten her over as quickly as they could but she wasn’t priority personnel and the roads were difficult to travel. She cursed her femininity. If she had been a soldier she would have been able to slip back to 2nd Battalion with greater ease. Every day throughout her journey she had encountered men who were AWOL from the hospital, trekking back to their companies, and it didn’t take them nearly a month. “By the way, Em, I think we’re gonna need you later. Dick and I have got to go meet Strayer and I’m sure he’ll have a project for me,” Nixon said. “I’ll be at HQ anyways,” Emily said, “I have some things to set up anyways.” Nixon nodded at her, “thanks.” He and Winters jumped in a jeep and drove off. Emily took the chance to take in her surroundings. Everywhere around her soldiers were bustling about unloading trucks and dodging jeeps. The dirt roads were sodden with mud. Emily looked down at her boots. This wasn’t the first time she was grateful that they were part of her uniform. She began to make her way down the road past thatched grooves and stone buildings. As she walked she made various plans in her mind for what she wanted to get done once she made it the Battalion HQ. It was difficult reconnecting with her team after so much time apart. There was no saying what they had started working on, and Emily had little clue as to the recent developments in their corner of the war. The first couple of hours would inevitably be spent playing catch up. It was an extra hurdle for her to overcome, all because she would never be authorized for jump training. Let’s keep the bitter thoughts to a minimum, she chided herself. There was no place for negative thinking in a war zone. She made it to the command post to find it bustling with officers. Colonel Sink was barking orders in the background. Emily slipped in as inconspicuously as possible and found her way to a side room where other intelligence staff members were working. “Hi Larkin,” she said to a young S-1 working over an open chest. He was pulling out stacks of papers and re-arranging them on a nearby desk. “Hi Miss Rooney,” he briefly looked up to greet her. “What’s the most recent status on things?” she asked him. “Um, we’ll be in this area for a while. Patrols are being sent out to monitor the area while we get situated. A few have already successfully taken some key crossroad points.” Emily nodded, “thanks.” Larkin was concise. It was enough information for Emily to begin to work off of. She located a map of the area and began to review the intersections surrounding Schoonderlogt and outside of Arnhem. “Has anyone been tracking what’s been secured?” Emily asked. Larkin handed her another version of the map she was looking at with few places marked in red ink. “Thanks!” Emily accepted the map. “Okay,” Nixon clapped his hands together sharply, announcing his entrance, “we’ve got some work to do. We’re assisting the British Lt. Colonel Dobie here with rescuing a bunch of his men.” Lt. Colonel Dobie stepped in behind Nixon. “Where are they?” Emily asked looking up from her map. “15 miles north of the river.” Emily tracked the map as he spoke, “Easy company will meet them on the riverbank with boats.” “What do you need from us?” Emily asked Nixon. “We need to pinpoint where exactly to place the boats. Also, we need to take a look at the enemy dispositions and area maps.” Larkin directed Nixon and Dobie to the dispositions as Emily sat by feeling somewhat useless. She hadn’t yet familiarized herself with this intelligence room and she couldn’t help but feel somewhat embarrassed that she wasn’t the one confidently assisting Nixon. She could not afford to slip, not now. The rescue mission, known as Operation Pegasus, was more than successful. It took three trips but Easy Company was able to get all of the Brits across the Rhine without incident. That night Emily could hear the men cheering from the long thatched building down the road. The allied men were celebrating another day of life in their godforsaken world and it made Emily smile to think of their joy, no matter how fleeting. But tragedy struck soon after. A jumpy private shot Moose Heyliger while on guard. Welsh had arrived at the scene. The day after the event Emily could tell Welsh was shaken. His face was gaunt with exhaustion and worry. Emily’s first instinct was to comfort him, at least in the way she would have before Normandy. But Nixon’s words from months ago rang in her head. Since then, Emily had become self-conscious of her friendship with Harry. Heading Nixon’s words she had distanced herself somewhat from the engaged man; not that he really seemed to notice. And to her surprise, she hadn’t really missed him. He was still a happy face to see around and she felt an obligation to be there for him in moments he was hurting. But she had realized that she didn’t crave his company, no more than she craved George’s or any of her other friends. Welsh was nice to have around but Emily didn’t pine for him like she thought she should’ve if she were truly in love. The weeks passed and the weather grew colder in Holland. One day Emily was reviewing the allies' advance deeper into Belgium when a quick question came up. She decided to seek out Nixon to see if he could help direct her. He wasn’t in his office so she walked down the hallway to Winters’ office which was her best guess as to where Nixon might be. The glass-paned door was open but she could hear voices conversing inside so she hung back. The office was occupied by more than just Nixon and Winters. A moment later, Bill Guarnere exited the office and Winters assistant closed the office door.   “Hiya sweetheart,” Bill said as he passed her. Emily smiled warmly at him then moved to approach the door. As she drew closer she could hear Nixon and Welsh conversing with Winters. “I’m outta here, I’m going to Rheims.” She heard Welsh’s voice through the thin door. “Strayer will be in London for at least another week for Lt. Colonel Dobie’s wedding.” Nixon was speaking now, “I personally am heading back to Aldbourne to look up a certain young lady.” Emily’s stomach sunk with Nixon’s words. She hadn’t realized he was still in touch with the woman he had been seeing in Aldbourne. There was no explanation for her feeling but the idea of Nixon traveling so far back to see his lover filled Emily with rage. What was he doing wasting his time on that woman? He was married for christ’s sake, why was this woman worth compromising that? “May I help you?” Winter’s assistant asked. Emily looked at him blankly, “uh, no, actually, never mind.” Clutching her pad folio closer to her chest she turned on her heel and marched back down the hallway.

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Faith’s Second Birthday

It's Halloween again! 🎃 Time to celebrate the birthday of a certain little girl. Two years... where has the time gone? ❤️

This story... I have had some of it planned for months and some presented themselves to me, demanding to be added. I thought it was finished, but no, it needed more. I hope you all enjoy it. I do so love writing these happy family stories. God... they so deserve to be happy.

October 30, 2020

Scully looked out the kitchen window as she rinsed the blueberries for Faith’s dinner and smiled as she watched Mulder and Faith at the edge of the lake. Faith was wearing her fuzzy green Halloween costume, the alien-faced hood of it lying down her back, as she had asked to wear a black headband with a sparkly black bat attached to it, which Mulder was only happy to oblige.

Faith laughed as Mulder knelt in front of her, blowing bubbles as she tried to catch them, a few of them landing in her hair. She laughed harder when one popped on her nose and she covered it with her hand. Mulder kissed her cheek with a smile, before he blew more bubbles.

Drying her hands, Scully left the blueberries draining in a colander in the sink. She glanced at the timer on her phone and smiled as she slipped it into her pocket. Twenty five minutes until dinner would be ready. Perfect.

She grabbed the baggie of the ends of bread off the counter and stepped onto the porch. Double checking that Bella was sleeping inside, she closed the door and slipped on her shoes, walking down the stairs to join Faith and Mulder.

“Mama!” Faith called, looking at her and smiling. “Dada. Buhbos. Pitee.” Scully picked her up and kissed her, breathing in her nearly intoxicating scent.

“Yes, love, they are pretty. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Should we maybe take a little walk? See if we can find the ducks?” Faith’s eyes lit up and she nodded.

“Ducks. Yes, Mama. Down.” Scully laughed, setting her down as Mulder stood up with a grin.

“Well, let’s go then, my girl. Let’s go find those ducks.” He put the cap on the small bottle of bubbles and placed it into the pocket of his black fleece vest. Smiling, he took the baggie of bread from Scully and put it into his other pocket.

They each took a hold of one of Faith’s hands and began to walk toward the small log near the house where they had found a small family of ducks. Mulder glanced at Scully and winked as they walked over the stones and the sand, and she smiled as she took a deep breath of fresh air.

It had been a great idea to come to the lake. After Mulder’s birthday, which had gone wrong from nearly the moment they woke up, a change had been exactly what they had needed…

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A little over two weeks ago

Faith woke up in a grumpy mood on the morning of Mulder’s birthday. She was very clingy, wanting only Scully to hold her, with no desire to see Mulder. He did not take offense to it, knowing she would feel better once she had woken up a bit more and had eaten her breakfast.

Scully was making breakfast while Mulder was outside with Bella. As the pancakes and bacon were cooking, Faith had picked up Grey’s water bowl and spilled it all over the floor, unbeknownst to Scully, who nearly slipped, catching herself against the counter and banging her knee into the cupboard. Tears sprang into her eyes as she heard the cat food hitting the linoleum floor and falling all around her.

“Uh oh,” Faith said, squatting down and beginning to spread the food across the floor.

“Don’t touch it!” Scully yelled, louder than she had intended, her knee throbbing. Faith looked up at her, her eyes widening and then filling with tears as her bottom lip stuck out. She began to cry, her head dropping down and Scully limped over to her, ignoring the excrutiating pain in her knee.

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry. Come here.” She bent at the waist, stifling a moan as she picked her up and snuggled her close. Faith buried her face in her neck, crying hard as Scully held her tightly, trying not to cry herself as she took a deep breath.

“Hey,” Mulder called, coming in through the door with Bella right behind him. He stopped in his tracks as he locked eyes with Scully, his eyebrows raising. At that same moment, they both realized the food on the stove was burning. He walked toward it, but Scully stopped him.

“There’s water all over the floor. Faith spilled Grey’s water and I slipped in it. She also dumped out her food and I yelled at her not to play in it. I didn’t mean to make her cry, but…” She shook her head and closed her eyes, hating that she had caused her to cry. Her knee aching, she kissed Faith’s head, shushing her softly.

“Well… Bella is making quick work of the cat food on the floor. I’ll be careful as I walk to the stove.” He walked past them as Scully opened her eyes and limped a few steps to the table and sat down in a chair. Rubbing Faith’s back, she closed her eyes again, the smell of burning food beginning to fill the room.

“There, at least one thing is taken care of, well by me anyway. Bella’s gotten all the food.” Scully opened her eyes and looked at him as he moved the pans of food to a different burner. The air around him was smoky as he turned on the vent above the stove, hoping to clear it away.

He looked over at her and smiled softly, walking over and squatting down in front of them, putting his hand on Faith’s back, rubbing gently along with Scully.

“Did you fall or just slip?”

“Slipped into the cabinet and hit my knee pretty hard.” She straightened her leg with a wince and he nodded as Faith sniffled and clung to her shirt.

As he pulled up the leg of her pajama bottoms, she winced again as she looked over Faith‘s back and saw the damage that had been done, already imagining the bruise she would have in a few days. Mulder let out a low whistle and looked up at her.

“Let me wipe up the floor and then I’ll get the first aid kit. You bashed it pretty good. It’s bleeding, but not too terribly. It’s gonna be a good bruise, though.” He left her pant leg as it was and stood up, grabbing the paper towels.

The floor clean and her knee bandaged, they sat on the front porch, the house airing out as they ate dry cereal; the last of the milk having been used for the now burnt pancakes. Faith was still rather clingy, laying back against Scully as she sat with her leg up, a bag of frozen peas on her knee to bring down the swelling.

She watched the hanging ghosts and witches blowing in the breeze, as she rubbed Faith’s arm. They had scaled down the decorations, neither of them really in the mood after the year they had. There were still the kid friendly ones: yard flamingos, scarecrows, cats, witches and bats. But the hay bales, pumpkins, and spiderwebs, were not added to the fray this time. The animated witch Mulder had purchased and then hated, getting scared every time she had laughed, had been placed back in the plastic tote, Faith absolutely terrified of it. Mulder had been ecstatic of course, shoving the witch away with a gleeful smile.

“So much for your birthday breakfast,” Scully said with a sigh, as Faith reached into her snack cup and took out some Cheerios, shoving them into her mouth.

“Hey, how is this not a fabulous birthday meal?” he asked, eating right out of a large box of Lucky Charms. “I’m eating only the marshmallow pieces, Scully. It’s perfect.” He shrugged with a smile, popping some into his mouth and chewing loudly. She smiled back with another sigh, shaking his head.

“Mama. Eat,” Faith said, sitting up and turning around, attempting to push some Cheerios into Scully’s mouth.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, moving them over her lips and into her mouth. Mulder chuckled as she glanced at him, chewing up the Cheerios and he held out an offering of a pink heart marshmallow. She leaned closer and he placed it into her mouth with a smile.

The phone rang inside the house and Mulder stood up to answer it, bringing the box of cereal with him. Faith leaned back, eating more Cheerios as Scully moved her knee, adjusting the bag of peas with a groan.

“Mama, owie,” Faith said, touching the bag of peas as she sat up again.

“Yes, my girl. I have an owie. But, it’s okay.” She hummed as Faith lay back against her again, closing her eyes with a small smiile.

“Okay, here she is,” Mulder said as he walked out and Scully opened her eyes, looking up at him as he handed her her cell phone. “Louise.” She took the phone and he picked Faith up from her lap, holding onto the cup of Cheerios and walking away a few steps.

"Louise? Hello,” Scully said. “How are you?”

“Dana, hello! I am doing well, how are you?” Scully laughed as she looked at the bag of peas lying on her knee.

“Well…” She laughed again and fell into conversation with Louise, hearing how her family was and telling her of their rather catastrophic morning.

“Sounds like you three could use some time away from that little house. You know the lake house is just sitting there… as always. No one has been out there in at least a month, and that was just me checking on a small tree that had fallen over. You all are welcome to borrow it again. A change of scenery might be just what you need.”

“The lake house?” Scully asked, looking up at Mulder and his eyes widened. He nodded and Scully smiled. “That sounds perfect, Louise.”

And so, they had packed up, taking Grey to stay with Denis and Violet, leaving them their house keys so they could stop by and feed the fish. Bella sat beside Faith in the backseat as they drove away, waving goodbye to Denis, Violet, and Jaf, the large wooden giraffe in their yard.

Sticking her head out of the half open window, Bella sniffed at the breeze, her tongue hanging out at intervals, as she whined happily and Faith laughed as she watched her. Scully closed her eyes as Mulder took her hand and she breathed out a contented sigh.

“This will be great,” he said and she nodded with a smile.

And it had been. Arriving on Wednesday afternoon, they had all gone to the house before Mulder went to the store for supplies and Scully opened the windows to air it out.

For two weeks, they had that change of scenery they desperately needed. Bella was in the water often, running down the dock and launching after the ball or stick Mulder had thrown for her. She would tire herself out and lay on the porch, napping as she dried off in a patch of sunlight.

The water was far too cold for them, and especially for Faith, though she did enjoy putting her feet in and splashing around, her eyes wide when the cold water hit her face.

They rented a boat and rode around the lake, Bella barking at birds flying by and Faith toddling around in a purple life jacket. They stopped and Scully showed her how to bait a hook and they ate lunch while they hoped for a nibble. Catching nothing, Scully reeled in the line and they headed back to the dock.

They went on walks, collected rocks, pinecones, leaves and anything else Faith found interesting. Mulder made another trip into town and bought some painting supplies. The next day they sat at the outdoor table on the porch and painted the rocks they had collected. Leaving them to dry, they walked down to the water and splashed along the shore, Bella chasing the ball that was thrown for her.

When the rocks were dry, Mulder placed them into his pockets and Scully picked up the backpack and the bag containing their picnic lunch. They walked to the spot, the one they had avoided since they had arrived. Mulder squeezed Scully‘s hand as the long log came into view and she drew in a deep breath as she squeezed back.

When they arrived, Mulder took the rocks from his pockets and placed them on the log, laying them in a line as he told Faith about her grandma. He laughed at some of the stories and was quieter at others. Shaking his head, he took a deep breath and looked at Faith.

“Faithy, she would have loved you so much. She would have given you anything you ever wanted, made you your favorite dessert and driven all the way over just to give it to you and see the happiness on your face. Her house would have been filled with toys just waiting for your arrival.” He smiled at Faith and Scully sniffled, thinking of how much her mother would have loved having a granddaughter to spoil. Mulder looked up and she nodded, letting him know she was okay. He nodded and looked back at Faith.

“So, my love, we will leave these rocks here to remember her and let her know we are thinking of her- always.”

He handed Faith the rocks she had painted and placed his own at the base of the log, showing her what they were doing. She squatted down beside him and laid her rocks next to his own. Scully picked hers up and bent down beside Faith, rubbing her thumb over the dark blue painted rock with the white heart in the middle that she had made. Whispering “I love you,” she placed it beside Faith’s and sniffled once more. Mulder glanced at her, his eyes concerned, and she nodded again.

Stepping back, they walked to a less rocky spot and laid down a couple of blankets, the log within their view as they ate.

A couple of days later, Skinner and Rachel had driven out on Thursday afternoon to stay for a long weekend. It was a much welcome change and their weekend was filled with laughter and fun. Wine was drunk with dinner and then out on the porch once Faith had gone down for the night. Bella lay at their feet, as they laughed and shared stories, the crickets chirping in the crisp night air.

Rachel and Skinner both doted on Faith, doing whatever she liked, taking her wherever she wanted. Scully smiled at Mulder as Faith was taken from them, given cookies, or read a book she had heard five times in the past fifteen minutes.

Sunday afternoon, Scully and Skinner stood on the porch watching as Rachel, Mulder, and Faith played by the water. Faith picked up rocks and threw them in the water, laughing at the splash they created. Scully glanced at Skinner and slid her arm through his, where it was resting on the railing. He turned his head to look at her and she smiled.

“So,” she said, clearing her throat and he hummed, as though reading her mind.

“Yes?” he asked and she put her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

“She’s great, Walter. More than great.”

“I know she is,” he agreed gruffly and she laughed, raising her head and looking at him.

“So…” She raised her eyebrows and he let out a heavy sigh. “It’s been a year… and I mean… a year .”

“No shit,” he muttered and she laughed.

“Well, what I mean is, this year has been like five pressed together.” He nodded and she smiled. “If the two of you can survive the craziness of this new life, I’d say you can get through anything.” He hummed again, looking over at Rachel as she laughed. “So, I suppose my question is: what are you waiting for?” She squeezed his arm before moving her arm, and clasping her hands together.

“Hmm,” he hummed, shifting and letting out a sigh. “You sound like me asking Mulder if twenty five years was enough time to know someone.” She laughed and shook her head.

“To be fair though, we weren’t dating for twenty five years.” He snorted and looked at her, both of them laughing.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself,” he said and she chuckled softly, both of them quiet for a moment.

“It’s not that he didn’t ask me or that he didn’t want it, I just… I didn’t feel it was part of our journey until…”

“Until you did,” he said quietly and she nodded, her thumb rubbing the wedding band around her finger.

“Yeah…” she agreed and he hummed in response.

“You know, since the quarantine started in earnest, I haven’t been working as much, at least not in the office. I could have, but… I’ve lived rather simply most of my life. I didn’t travel much or spend a lot of money. I’ve made good decisions with investments and I’m comfortable. Many of the people working at the VA office needed their paycheck more than I did and so I gladly stepped aside.”

“I would expect nothing less of you,” she said, looking at him with a smile and he nodded.

“I had more time at home as a result, obviously, and I could hear Rachel speaking to her patients. We didn’t discuss her patients and we still don’t, but I couldn't help but hear her speaking to them. While I didn’t pay attention to the problems discussed, what I did hear was the kindness and also the firmness she carries. She doesn’t coddle anyone and yet she lets them feel and cry, sometimes crying with them, and more often than not, crying when the session is finished. She’s an amazing therapist, Dana.” He looked at Scully, his expression serious and she smiled.

“Yes, I know. I honestly don't know where we would have been without her help.” She looked at Mulder making funny faces at Faith and she shook her head. “We may not even have had her if it hadn’t been for Rachel’s help, helping him to face the past to secure our future.” She looked back at Skinner and he nodded with a smile.

“Most of her patients were fine with the teletherapy and Zoom calls at first, but as time went on, some of them weren't. They wanted the one-on-one meetings they were used to, but sitting in a room with someone, or many someones throughout the day, was not ideal. Or safe.”

He looked over at Rachel again, smiling as Bella ran out of the water and shook her body, spraying all of them with water, causing Rachel to gasp loudly. He laughed softly and Scully watched him, seeing the love in his eyes. Clearing his throat, he looked back at her and she grinned.

“So, anyway…” he said and she laughed as he shook his head. “She didn’t want to lose the patients, not for her , but for them, not wanting them to lose ground on their progress.” Scully smiled and sighed, glancing at Rachel as she smiled and took a rock Faith was offering her, and slipped it into her pocket. “Taking precautions, she made plans to meet with the few who wanted to meet in person. Twice a week now, she goes to her office and sits outside in the parking lot of the empty businesses surrounding hers, and talks to them face-to-face. They each bring a chair and wear masks, sitting far enough apart for it to not be a threat, but she’s there . She shows up for them in these worrisome times. “People need someone to talk to, Walter.” That’s what she told me that first day and every day since as she’s getting ready to leave, making sure she has everything she needs. She brings bottles of water, individual packs of tissues, and even prepackaged snacks for them.” He shook his head and sighed.

“Dana…” he said, turning toward her, touching her arm and taking a deep breath. “I knew that I cared for her, that I loved her, but that first day she packed up the basket of items to take… watching the care and thought she put into it… something changed. When she left, I picked up my laptop and began looking online for engagement rings.”

She clutched his arm, taking a deep breath and letting it out, as she scrunched her chin and smiled. He covered her hand with his own and grinned with a nod.

“I… that makes me so happy,” she said quietly, shaking her head. “I like her for you so much. I like her in general, but especially for you.” He patted her hand before she moved it, continuing to smile happily.

“So, I take it you found the perfect one, after telling me all that,” she said and he nodded with a grin. She hummed as they turned back to look at Rachel, Mulder and Faith. Shaking her head again, unable to stop smiling, she put her arm through his again and squeezed.

“Come on,” she said after a couple of minutes, wanting to join the others. Tugging at his arm and stepping back, she smiled as they walked down the stairs and past the pumpkins they had all carved the previous evening. They had all laughed as Faith pulled away, not wanting to touch the insides, declaring them “yucky,” though she had been intrigued by them when they were finished.

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“Ohhh, ducks!” Faith said, pulling Scully’s thoughts back to the present. Faith began to walk faster, but still stepping carefully over the rocks, and they smiled at each other as they watched her.

Mulder took the baggie of bread from his pocket and opened it, taking out a piece and breaking it into smaller pieces. He threw a few of them out to entice the ducks to come toward them. They started quacking softly as they got up, eating the bread as they came closer.

“Hi, ducks. Hi,” Faith said, squatting down and waiting for them. She put her hand out and Mulder placed a small piece of bread onto it. “Eat ducks. Heah.” She showed them the bread and soon they were in front of her, taking the bread from her gently. She laughed and reached out for more bread.

Scully smiled and shook her head as she watched her. Tomorrow was her second birthday… where had the time gone so fast?

“Okay, last few pieces here guys,” Mulder said. “Or girls, as most of you seem to be. Here, honey, there’s just a few more.” He handed Faith a couple more pieces and the ducks gathered around her.

Scully shook her head again, watching her, smiling at how cute she was in her costume. Now that she saw how much she loved it, she was happy they had given it to her early, despite not actually going trick-or-treating this year.

“It doesn’t matter, Scully,” Mulder had said when he excitedly showed her the costume online. “She’s our Halloween baby, she needs to get used to wearing costumes.” She had smiled and nodded as he had ordered it.

Little did he know that as he was distracted with his glee, she had bought something for them. Not a costume, but something fun for them to wear that she knew he would find humorous.

“Okay, that’s it. No more bread, ducks,” Mulder said, standing up and brushing off his hands. “Let’s say goodbye, honey. We’ll see them tomorrow or the next day. Say bye, Faithy.”

“Bye ducks. See waytah.”

“I know she’ll outgrow the way she says things, but I hope it isn’t anytime soon,” Mulder said with a grin. “I love hearing it. It’s so cute.”

He put the empty baggie into his pocket and scooped Faith up, as it was now getting dark. Scully put her arm around his waist and he put his around her shoulders, and they headed back to eat the dinner that was very nearly ready.

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A few hours later, Scully sat on the floor, her arms resting on the coffee table as she looked at her phone with a sigh.

“Hey,” Mulder said softly, stepping into the room after letting Bella out one last time before they went to bed. “Whatcha doing?”

“Ohhh…” She sighed again and smiled up at him as he sat down on the couch. She leaned back and set her phone down. “I was just sending an email to everyone. The ones at Faith’s party last year I mean and I…” She shook her head with a sigh as he began to stroke her hair.

“An email about what?”

“They each sent an email earlier and I was sending out a group one; thanking them for their early birthday wishes. I told them that I wished we could all get together this year, but…” She shook her head and sighed again.

“Hmm,” he hummed and she pushed herself up to join him on the couch. He put his arm around her and she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Two years, Mulder. How did two years go by so fast? The first year seemed fast, even though there were months that seemed never ending when we were so exhausted. But…” She laughed softly and he nodded against her head.

“I know, honey,” he said quietly and she snuggled closer to him, putting an arm around his waist. “But… although we won’t be having a party this year, the reason to avoid too many people being a devastating one… these past few months have been… calling it a gift sounds wrong, but I can’t think of a better way to describe it. We’ve had to plan things differently and limit our contact with others, but… it’s been good. Hasn’t it?”

“It has, yes. But that’s not what I meant.”

“I know you didn’t.” He kissed her head and she hummed. “I’m just saying that although I know this time has been crazy and scary, we’ve been good and I’ve loved our time together. Even the moments when, though you might not say anything, your eyes were angry and annoyed.”

“As if you never looked at me with the same eyes?” she asked, squeezing his side.

“I would never,” he answered and she pulled away, turning her body to climb into his lap and straddle him, his hands landing on her thighs and her arms wrapping loosely around his neck.

“You’re such a liar,” she whispered with a smile and he shrugged with a smug grin and a raised eyebrow. She shook her head, her fingernails scratching at his neck, his breathing became faster.

“It led to some amazing sex,” he admitted breathily, his hands moving to her hips, his thumbs stroking under her shirt as her heart began to race.

“It did indeed,” she agreed, her voice low, and he groaned as she rocked into him, desire coursing through her.

“What do you say we uh… we move this somewhere a little more… uh… to the bedroom?” he asked, swallowing hard.

“By this, you mean…” she teased, rocking into him again, yelping as he stood up with a mighty push and held her tightly, walking toward the stairs.

“You know exactly what this is,” he said and she grinned, kissing him deeply as they reached the base of the stairs, halting their progress. “Woman, stop distracting me.” She laughed happily as they stumbled up the stairs and into the bedroom.

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Scully smiled happily, humming as she made breakfast the next morning, adding rainbow sprinkles to the birthday waffle batter. Mulder walked up behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling her close and kissing her neck. She laughed and smiled at him as he stepped to the side and she stirred in the sprinkles.

“What time will Skinner and Rachel be here?” he asked, popping a strawberry into his mouth.

“Noon. They’re bringing lunch to thank us for the weekend they spent here and… they’re picking up the cake. Rachel said Skinner picked it out.” She looked at him and he raised his eyebrows.

“Is that right? Hmm, it will be interesting to see what he’s chosen.”

“It will indeed.” She continued to stare at him and he bit his lip with a nod.

“Hmm… seems to me, those two should just get married already.” He held her gaze and she pursed her lips, trying not to smile and give anything away. “Mm-hmm.” He nodded with a smile, not inquiring any further, but obviously aware that something was up.

They ate breakfast, a rainbow polka dotted number two candle set in Faith’s waffle, glowing brightly as they sang happy birthday to her. Her eyes shone as she attempted to blow out the candle, both of them helping her in the end.

Whipped cream, strawberries, and syrup were added to her rainbow sprinkled waffle and she wiggled as she ate it, a huge smile on her face as she dipped her fingers into the whipped cream and put them in her mouth. Eggs and some sausages were added to her plate and she ate it all up, happy and smiling.

After breakfast, they gave her her birthday gifts: books, clothes, a stuffed yellow duck, and a plastic barn and farm set.

“Cow. Piggy. Sheep… baaa!” she said, taking them out and holding them tight as Scully smiled at her with a happy sigh.

Just before Skinner and Rachel were due to arrive, Scully took out the surprise she had bought for her and Mulder to wear that day. Faith was once again wearing her beloved alien costume over rainbow leggings and a black long sleeved shirt. A puffball headband with small black cat ears finished off her rather unusual costume.

She looked the part, ready for her Halloween birthday, now it was their turn.

“Mulllderrr,” she sang out and he walked in from the kitchen.

“Yeeees?” he answered and she smiled at him, her hands behind her back.

“Pick a hand,” she said and he raised his eyebrows, rubbing his hands together excitedly. He stood in front of her looking from one hand to the other, taking his time with his decision. She smiled, enjoying his excitement.

“Hmm…” he narrowed his eyes and pointed to her left hand.

“Are you sure?” she teased and he searched her face.

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

“Good choice,” she said, bringing her hand around and giving him the black T-shirt she had bought for him. He took it and unrolled it, laughing when he saw the picture on it.

It was the face of a grey alien with big black eyes, the yellow neck of a shirt showing within a blue arched frame. Underneath it, one word was written: believe.

“This is fantastic. I love it.” He took his shirt off quickly and put on the new one. Grinning, he looked at it and then at her. “Thank you.” She nodded, her right hand still behind her back.

“Close your eyes,” she said and he grinned again, doing as she asked.

Taking off her own shirt, she traded it for the one in her hand. Smoothing it down, she brushed her hair back and glanced at Faith, who was playing with her new barn. Grinning, she looked back at him.

“Okay, you can open them.” He opened his eyes and howled with laughter, causing Bella to bark excitedly as she ran over to them.

The shirt she had bought for herself was also black, but hers had a green alien in a small spaceship. Under the picture it said: “Not sure I believe.”

“Oh,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes and stepping closer to her. “This is too perfect.” He laughed again and she smiled.

“Yours is the only one that’s accurate, what with it being grey and all. Or, you know, maybe. I’m not entirely sure because…” She pointed down at her shirt and shrugged as he laughed and he shook his head.

“A perfect costume for the current state of the world we’re living in; low-key and easy.” She nodded with a happy smile as he bent to kiss her. “At least until next year when we will be wearing a matching family costume.” He kissed her quickly before she pulled back and gave him a look. He grinned with a nod and she shook her head.

Skinner and Rachel arrived a few minutes later, bringing in bags of food. They laughed at their shirts, Skinner shaking his head and rolling his eyes. As Rachel took out two pink bakery boxes from a bag, Scully saw a glint of light on her left hand. Her eyes swung to Skinner, who grinned with a nod.

Lunch was put on hold as the story of the proposal was told, Scully asking for all the details, smiling as she looked at the thin platinum band with a large diamond in the middle and smaller ones down the braided sides. It was beautiful and fit her perfectly, both in personality and in size.

Rachel’s eyes shone as she looked at Skinner and began to tell the story of how he had come to her office when she was done with her social distance therapy sessions. She had been surprised to see him, even more so when he set up a picnic meal in the back of his car, the same way he had one year ago.

They had eaten, talking about their day and as he got up to clear everything away, she stood up as well and when she turned around, he was on his knee and reaching for her hand.

Scully’s eyes filled with tears and she took a deep breath. Rachel smiled at her, the words of the proposal not said, but staying private as it should.

“Needless to say, I said yes,” she said with a laugh, holding up her hand and showing off the ring. Scully took her hand in hers, once more admiring it. Looking up at her, she smiled and shook her head.

“I’m so happy. Truly happy for you both.”

“Thank you,” Rachel said with a sniff. “It was hard to say no. I mean, he brought the fettuccine.”

“Oh, did he?” Scully said, with a laugh. “The magic fettuccine? The Maggie Scully fettuccine?”

They all laughed and a bottle of wine was opened to celebrate the happy news. Faith laughed and had the full attention of everyone as they ate and celebrated her birthday. They sang happy birthday many times during the meal as she asked to hear it, smiling happily and clapping her hands.

Lunch was cleared away and Skinner picked up one of the bakery boxes, moving it to the kitchen island. Scully looked on curiously as he used a knife to cut away the tape on the side. He glanced up at her as he lifted the lid and when she looked down at it, she gasped.

“Oh… that’s beautiful. The butterflies…” She looked up at him and he nodded as she squeezed his arm.

“I know she’s a Halloween girl, but…” He shrugged and Scully shook her head.

“No, it’s perfect.” She squeezed his arm again as she looked at the cake with a smile, remembering the weekend they had spent together.

As they had all been out for a walk one day, a small cluster of very colorful butterflies flew past and then around them. Skinner had been carrying Faith, her small legs becoming tired.

The butterflies flitted around them, coming close to Faith and then flying away, dancing on the breeze. Faith had been mesmerized by them, her eyes never leaving them.

“Buhafy’s! See? Buhafy’s. Pitee.”

They had watched them until they had flown away and they had continued on their walk.

Faith spoke about them, asking to see the pictures Rachel had taken and shown her, pointing at them and saying the colors she saw when the picture was zoomed in closer.

“It’s a perfect cake,” Scully said again, smiling at it.

It had sky blue fondant with bright rainbow colored butterflies and white clouds, also made with fondant, placed on the sides and the top. Skinner took the cake from the box and placed it on a stand that Scully found in a cupboard. Once it was set down, a rainbow, the same color as the butterflies, was added to the top with stabilizing skewers. Happy birthday, Faith! was written upon it, in white frosting with a happy font and the polka dotted number two candle from the morning was added as well.

“Before you take the cake over, you should see what Rachel picked out,” Skinner said quietly, nodding to the other box. Scully smiled as she reached for it and took off the lid.

“Oh, these are adorable,” she exclaimed as she looked at the Halloween macarons in the box.

There were orange pumpkins with and without faces, white ghosts with black eyes and pink cheeks, a couple of ghosts holding little pumpkins, and what looked like a ghost family gathered beside a pumpkin.

“I love these. They are nearly too cute to eat.”

“You’ll change your mind when you try one. We had a sample at the bakery and the filling tastes like pumpkin pie,” Skinner said and she licked her lips. He smiled and picked up the cake stand as she smiled back, following him to the table.

Catching Mulder’s eye, she glanced at the cake and he nodded slightly with a smile as the candle was lit and once again, they sang happy birthday as Faith yelled “Buhafy’s!” pointing and smiling widely.

No one blew the candle on the cake, instead Mulder took it out and held it closer to Faith, blowing on it gently as she tried to do it on her own. They all clapped and the candle was set aside.

“Dada, buhafy’s. So pitee. Puhpo buhafy’s. Geen buhafy’s.”

“Oh my girl, I love you so much. Yes, the butterflies are so pretty.” He kissed her forehead as Skinner placed a purple butterfly in front of her. She picked it up and kissed it, everyone groaning at the cuteness of it.

The cake was taken back to the island to be cut and served, Faith now showing Rachel the butterfly in her hand. Scully picked up a plate, putting some of the cookies onto it, deciding Faith should have a choice of what she wanted to eat. As she reached for a large knife to cut the cake, her cell phone rang. Seeing that it was Alan, she instead reached for the phone with a smile.

“Hello?”

“Double scotch! Hello!” he said and she chuckled.

“You’re terrible. How are you?” she asked, shaking her head and.

“Good, good. Hey, I was wondering if I could get you to do me a favor. Could you meet me outside?”

“Outside?”

“Mmhmm- you know that place that’s the opposite of inside?” he teased.

“Oh, Alan. I’m… I’m so sorry. We aren’t home right now. We’re-”

“Just… come outside, okay?” He hung up, the conversation ending abruptly and she stared at the phone in confusion, ready to call him back.

“Who was that?” Mulder asked, coming to stand beside her and grabbing a cookie from the plate.

“Alan. He said he wanted me to meet him outside and I told him we aren’t home, but I don’t think he understood. I think he may have a gift for Faith and wants to drop it off, but…” She shook her head and pressed the button to call him back when Mulder stopped her, setting her phone on the counter. She looked at him with a frown and he smiled.

“Maybe we should just do as he asked,” he said quietly, taking a bite of the cookie with a shrug, and she tilted her head.

“What are you talking about?” He stared at her and smiled again. “Mulder…

“Come on,” he said, shoving the last bit of cookie into his mouth, brushing off the crumbs, and reaching for her hand.

“What did you do?” she asked as she took it, still confused at what was happening.

“Me? Oh, I didn’t do anything,” he said, squeezing her hand as she noticed that Skinner had taken Faith from her high chair and was holding her, Rachel standing beside him.

“Did you two do something?” she asked and they both shrugged unconvincingly.

Mulder picked up another cookie, a pumpkin, and handed it to Faith. She grinned and showed it to Rachel.

“Puhkin, Raycho. See? Ohage puhkin.” Rachel grinned and nodded, looking at the pumpkin with her.

“Come on,” Mulder said again, tugging at Scully’s hand and they all walked out the back door and down the porch stairs.

Staying on the small path along the side of the house, they walked towards the front yard. Arriving there, they found no one. Not a car, or Alan standing in the street with a gift for Faith. The only cars in sight were Skinner's and their own in the driveway.

“See? He must’ve thought we were home and is now standing in front of our empty house.” She let go of Mulder’s hand and crossed her arms with a sigh as she looked around and shook her head. “I need to get my phone and call-” But then, she heard something to the right and she turned her head at the sound.

A black car was driving slowly from the direction of the cul-de-sac, brightly colored balloons tied down all over it, and music playing loudly from inside; all the windows rolled down in order for it to be heard. As they got closer, she realized it was “Happy Birthday” by Stevie Wonder.

Behind the car was a line of people, spaced far apart, and all of them wearing masks and Halloween costumes of some sort.

Alan and Ryan led the group, dancing along with the music. Alan was wearing jeans and a black shirt that said ELECT MORE WOMEN in rainbow letters as bright as the balloons on the car. He also wore a long rainbow colored wig to which he had added a bobble headband with photos of Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

Ryan also wore jeans and a dark blue shirt that said Vote Your Ossoff in white letters with a white outline of the state of Georgia beside it. He was also wearing a wig, a short metallic blue bob, which was quite comical when paired with the scruffy beard that could be seen under his mask. He also wore a bobble headband, but the bobbles on his said Biden on one and Harris on the other.

Elise, Tyler, and Raina were next, all dressed as bunnies. Elise wore a short sleeved light yellow dress with a white pinafore apron over it. She also had a tail and white rabbit ears. Tyler wore a silly black vest covered in orange carrots over a denim shirt, wire glasses, and rabbit ears. Raina was in a full bunny costume, her mask made to look like a rabbit mouth and nose. She hopped along and danced happily to the music. The baby, who had been in utero last year, was now six months old and dressed as a carrot; Elise holding her in her arms.

Louise was next, dressed all in red as the Queen of England. White pearls were around her neck, a purse on her arm, white gloves on her hands, and a large fancy hat on her head. She waved at them regally as she walked closer.

Cassidy, Sean, and Jacob were last. Jacob, the same age as Faith, was dressed as a monkey; his zip up costume similar in style to Faith‘s. He held a felt banana in his hand, chewing on the end of it as they all walked and danced.

Sean was dressed as a chef, wearing an apron and a chefs hat over his clothes. Cassidy wore a hot pink and black tulle skirt over a pair of pink leggings. She was visibly pregnant, and wearing a black shirt with Bun in the Oven written in pink sparkly letters.

As the small parade arrived in front of the house, they stopped, keeping a safe distance from one another and the group watching them, as the music was turned down. Everyone clapped and cheered, waving at Faith as she stood by Mulder and Scully, hiding a little and holding onto Scully’s leg.

“Happy birthday, Faith!” they all called and she leaned further into Scully’s leg, watching them with interest, but also a little bit hesitant.

“What are you all doing here?” Scully asked, smiling at the sight of them.

“As if we wouldn’t be here for a mini celebration. It’s her birthday! Also, we are in the middle of a pandemic. This might be the most exciting thing most of us will do for a few days,” Alan said, pushing a stray piece of his wig back, as they all laughed and nodded in agreement.

Scully shook her head as she looked at them with a happy smile. At Elise and their new sweet little baby, Louise as she adjusted her hat, and Cassidy as her eyes crinkled from a smile Scully could not see and she rubbed her pregnant belly lovingly.

“Thank you. All of you for this-”

“Oh… did you think this was it? Oh, come on now,” Alan said and nodded to the driver of the car, who she just noticed was dressed like a Blues Brother. He nodded and Alan looked back at Scully, giving her a wink.

Scully looked at Mulder and he shrugged with a smile. Turning to Skinner and Rachel, her eyes widened as she watched them toss their sweaters onto the bumper of their car and put on their own masks.

They joined the group, Skinner wearing a Superman shirt and Rachel a Wonder Woman. She winked at Scully as the music started and Raina clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down as everyone faced them. In that moment, as the music started, she knew for certain that it was Rachel who had a large hand in planning this little party.

Don't think about it Just move your body Listen to the music Sing, oh, ey, oh

Just move those left feet Go ahead, get crazy Anyone can do it Sing, oh, ey, oh

Show the world you've got that fire (fire) Feel the rhythm getting louder Show the room what you can do Prove to them you got the moves I don't know about you,

But I feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah And we can do this together I bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah

Scully laughed with tears in her eyes, as she watched them perform a little dance they had somehow rehearsed, their choreography absolutely perfect. Mulder picked Faith up and laughed as he too watched them, bouncing her happily.

When you finally let go And you slay that solo Cause you listen to the music Sing, oh, ey, oh

'Cause you're confident, babe And you make your hips sway We knew that you could do it Sing, oh, ey, oh

Show the world you've got that fire (fire, baby) Feel the rhythm getting louder Show the room what you can do Prove to them you got the moves I don't know about you,

But I feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah And we can do this together I bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah

“What do you say, Faithy, you want to join the party?” Mulder asked and she pointed to the group of people with a smile, her pumpkin cookie long since eaten or dropped somewhere. He glanced at Scully and raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, hell yes. I just need a…” She stopped speaking as he took two masks from his pocket with a wink. “Oh, yeah. You definitely played some part in all of this.” She started to put on her mask, but he stopped her, bending close for a kiss.

“I’ll never tell,” he whispered and she grinned, kissing him once more before putting on her mask as he did the same. Winking at her again, they joined the group, though they kept a safe distance.

Oh, ey oh Oh, ey oh I feel better when I'm dancing I'm better when I'm dancing, aye, oh ey oh

Feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah, Don't you know We can do this together Bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah

I feel better when I'm dancing I'm better when I'm dancing, hey Feel better when I'm, yeah, yeah

Cheering and clapping rang out as the song ended and a new one began, the music happy and fun. Scully looked around at all the people who had made the drive over to celebrate a birthday in the street. Not one of them looked perturbed to have done so, their happiness shining through as they laughed and danced.

She watched Skinner and Rachel dancing close together, her head thrown back in laughter as he then spun them around. She smiled at them and then she caught Louise’s eye.

Stepping closer to her, she put out her hands. Louise reached for them and Scully clasped her gloved ones tightly.

“Thank you,” she said, just loud enough for Louise to hear, knowing she knew she meant for more than just this moment of celebration, and Louise nodded.

“You’re welcome, my dear. A change of scenery is always good. It helps us to recenter and recharge.” Louise’s eyes crinkled and Scully nodded. “You know, amidst all of this the fun, I do hate to be a stickler.. but, it is customary to bow when one meets the Queen.” Scully stared at her before she laughed and curtsied slightly, apologizing for her insolence.

“Forgiven,” Louise said in a bored voice, though her eyes shone with happiness.

“Mama!” Faith called and Scully squeezed Louise’s hands once again before she walked over to Mulder and Faith.

“Happy birthday, my sweet love!” she said, wrapping her arms around them both, her heart incredibly happy.

“Happy day,” Faith said with a smile and Scully sighed.

“Yes,” she said, looking at Mulder and she could see the smile in his eyes. “Yes, my love. It’s a very happy day.”

As the Happy Birthday song began to play again, the three of them seemed to move as one, their foreheads coming to rest together as they swayed slowly in their own little bubble, as the sounds of the birthday celebrations continued on around them.

Yes, it was a very happy day indeed.

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Oh, I hope you enjoyed this story. The tooth rotting fluff is my absolute favorite. I love them being happy, getting out of that little house, being at a lake, blowing bubbles, going for walks, finding ducks, and celebrating and remembering Maggie. I love the little parade party and the group of friends these previous hermits have made in the past couple of years.

And as always, I love Rachel. I love her so much and I especially love her for Skinner. She is the light HE needed, just as much as Mulder needs it from Scully. They balance each other out and thinking of him no longer alone in that sterile apartment makes me very happy. I hope you like her too, because she is 100% in their lives now. 💙

Oh... the song I used is Better When I'm Dancin' by Meghan Trainor. It's such a fun song and I can see Faith loving to dance to it.

#The X-Files #XF Fanfic #Family Life: The Story Beyond the Series #Halloween Birthday #Family #Family Fluff #Family Feels #Time at the lake is always a good idea #Friendship #Pumpkins #Ducks #Birthday Gifts #Birthday Fluff #Halloween Costumes #Social Distanced Birthday #Love #Happiness #Friends #Celebrations

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Help me; Bang Chan

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alright, this is actually the first time I've written an x-reader, and I wrote it in one sitting at 2 am lol. Just a reminder, this isn't edited because I'm a lazy person. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, anon.

Warnings: mentions of blood, a little bit of a steamy scene (it lasts for like two seconds), and swearing.

Bang Chan x Gender-neutral reader

You sighed, stepping into your apartment and taking off your boots. The mask was next, and you rubbed at your eyes. It really was exhausting being a super villain, you thought. Your muscles ached, and all you wanted to do was soak in a steaming bath and sleep. You were about to do just that, when your stomach growled loudly. You groaned.

I should’ve had something other than a breakfast bar this morning.

You headed to the kitchen, deciding to make something simple, like ramen, so you could just sleep. You filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove, turning the burner to high. While the water was heating up, you started to unzip the skintight suit all super heros and villains wore for some reason. They were honestly such a pain, and you’d rather go around causing havoc in drawstring pants and t-shirts, but hey. You didn’t make the rules.

A loud crack startled you, causing you to drop the package of ramen you were holding. You cursed. The weather had been extra shitty that day, and just when you thought it was starting to clear up, it got worse. Great. The kettle started to whistle loudly, and you quickly turned the burner off and poured the boiling water into the ramen. It would take awhile to cool, so you headed to the bedroom to get more comfortable clothes on.

You finished stripping out of your suit, hanging it in the very back of the closet. Just as you were pulling on a pair of sweatpants there was a loud crash from outside. It sounded like it was on the balcolny. You sighed heavily, and peeked out of the window to see what it was.

Oh shit.

There was a tall figure slumped against the door, and they were obviously hurt. Blood was dripping down their face, and fuck. It was Chan. Your supposed arch nemesis, who you definitely didn't have a crush on. You just thought it was fun to tease him. It so wasn't fair that he still looked hot, even when covered in blood-

Shit. He was covered in blood. How the hell did that happen?

You quickly opened the screen door, because even if he was technically your enemy, you didn't want him dead. Chan moaned softly, and you barely caught him when he went down, promptly passing out.

"Seriously? You show up and ruin my carpet, and then faint and leave me to drag you inside?" You shook your head, trying to convince yourself that you weren't worried, it would just be boring if something were to happen to Chan.

•••

Oh, who were you kidding, you were worried sick. It had been about three hours since Chan fainted, and he was still out cold. You had given him a towel bath, getting as much blood off of him as you could. You'd also had to give him stitches in a few places on his torso.

You also left his mask on, because while you wanted to know his identity, you didn't believe is playing this dirty.

Now he was tucked in your bed, warming up and wearing one of your old shirts. Why did the guy have to be that toned, jeez. It wasn't fair, you decided, especially when you were trying your best to ignore the feelings blooming in your heart.

You sat down beside Chan, studying him while he slept. You wished circumstances were different. Maybe if he were a villain, or, God forbid, you were a hero, it could work out.

You sighed, reaching for your mask incase he actually did wake up. You tied it nice and tight, and while you were definitely going to have marks on your face for days, you'd rather him not know who you were.

You looked over to him, wondering if you should tie him up, but quickly decided against the idea. It would only injure him further, and that was the last thing you wanted.

"Do I sleep, or do I stay up and watch you. I do have to make sure you don't like, kill me or anything..." You stopped. "Jeez, why am I even talking to you. You can't even hear me."

You flopped down, pulling up a blanket over your chin. "I'm going to trust you. Probably not smart, but I'm exhausted. I have a regular job, you know, and it was a shitty day, so please go easy on me."

And with that, you fell asleep, not noticing Chan's eyes watching as you did so.

•••

When you woke, it took you a few minutes to realize what position you were in. When you finally did, you cursed as loudly as possible. "What the actual fuck Chan, I saved your damn ass and this is how you repay me? By tying me up on my own bed?" There was no response.

You groaned, testing out how strong the ropes around your wrists were, before noticing that your mask was still intact. Well, you supposed, at least he had enough decency to keep this on.

It was slightly surprising, but you chose not to linger on the subject for too long.

It was then you noticed Chan leaning heavily against the doorframe, looking wary. "Well, well, well," you drawled, "I see that you're very appreciative of my help. You would be dead if I hadn't seen you on my balcony."

Chan rolled his eyes under his mask. "You were the closest person I could think of. That doesn't mean I trust you though."

You shivered, closing your eyes. Why did he have to be so... so perfect, and hot, and-

And let's not forget that fact that he tied you up. "You know Chan, I would have gladly agreed to be tied up for you, all you had to do was ask,"

Chan shook his head, sighing. "Be quiet, please. My head is pounding."

You groaned. "Release me. I took you in, didn't I? I'm not going to try anything funny, I promise. Please Chan, the ropes are way too tight, and even though I like to tease I won't try anything. I'm losing feeling in my hands."

It wasn't a lie, your hands were getting a bit numb. On a normal day you'd continue to tease and mock him, but you were just too tired. Chan seemed to sense that, and he slowly nodded. "...fine. But mark my words, if you try anything you'll regret it."

You nodded quickly, flopping your legs around. "Just let me go, damnit."

He limped to the side of the bed, and carefully unknotted the ropes, letting them fall to the floor. You looked up at him. "Thank you. Now, care to explain why you showed up here in the middle of the night covered in blood? Actually, how do you even know where I live... I thought I was discreet."

Chan let out a small chuckle. "Stop pouting, it's a bad look on you," he ignored the indignant sounds you let out, and sat on the bed. "and it's really none of your business, ___."

"You made it my business when you ruined my carpet, jackass. And you didn't answer my question. How do you know where I live?" You were starting to get a little annoyed with him.

Chan shrugged, then winced. You had to restrain yourself from asking if he was okay, if he needed anything, if he wanted you to kiss him better. Wait no, that’s not right. You didn’t like him, and that was the end of it.

“I have my ways. Besides, I’m actually pretty sure I know who you are.”

Wait, what?

“You work at a children’s hospital, don’t you?”

Shit, he’s onto you.

“I don’t even know where the damn children’s hospital is, Chan. Also, I don’t have the time to carry out my ‘evil deeds’ and take care of-” you forced your face to scrunch up in disgust, “kids.” There, that should take care of that.

But of course it wasn’t that simple.

You yelped as Chan suddenly pushed you onto your back, head banging into the wall behind you. “What the fuck mate, I thought we had a truce or something-” Chan rolled his eyes so far back into his head, you were momentarily worried that they’d get stuck. Sadly they didn’t, and as always he had a sassy comeback. “You know, ___, you’re a really bad liar. Especially when you’re flustered.”

Well Damn. He was fighting dirty, but two could play that game.

“Oh come on,” you murmured, rolling your hips up to meet his. His cheeks turned a pretty pink, but he stayed unmoving over you. Ouch, that really had to hurt with all of his wounds. “I don’t think I’m the flustered one here, babe.”

Chan scoffed. “If only you could see your own face.”

Oh fuck, why did he have to have such a sexy voice.

You looked away, trying to get your thoughts in order. You were surprised when he took hold of your jaw gently, so that you were looking him in the eyes. Chan smiled. “___... can I kiss you?”

You stuttered. "Chan...I want this. More than you could ever know, but..." You shook your head. "We don't even know each other. I can't just hook up with you and pretend it didn't happen."

Chan looked confused, and you wanted to cry. Of course he didn't understand, he didn't feel any kind of romantic feelings towards you. You gently pushed on his chest, and he moved to lay beside you.

You were surprised when Chan spoke.

"My real name is Christopher. I mean, I like to go by Chan with my friends in Korea, but Chris is my real name. Apart from making your crime life difficult, I'm a producer for a small company."

What. The. Fuck.

Chan, (Chris?) just fucking told you who he was. You could easily out him to the whole world, telling people that their favorite hero was a part time producer. They would probably find that charming.

But you wouldn't. And he knew that. That's why he told you.

"Well?" he teased, "are you going to tell me who you are?" When you hesitated, he spoke again. "You don't have to, you know. But seriously, please don't tell anyone. I'm trusting you with a lot here. I want this to work."

You nodded slowly. "I.. I'm ___ Lee." He looked at you with a weird look. "I know I know, not the most discreet name, but it was all I could think of!" Chan laughed and you pouted, turning away from him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back to him.

"I swear to god Chan, if you hurt yourself more I will personally drag you out of my apartment."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Chan just laughed again, and you rolled your eyes, holding back a smile. You turned ro face him, hesitating just a moment, then reached behind you and took off the mask covering your face. Chan's eyes widened, but he hurried to do the same.

With the mask off he looked...well, he looked just as you'd always imagined. Not that you had imagined this situation, of course not, but it was so...nice.

You looked at each other for a few moments, just taking it all in. Then, Chan moved forward and kissed you softly. You kissed back, placing a hand on his cheek. When he pulled back, you whined, reaching to pull him in again. Chan shook his head, laughing quietly. "You're so impatient. Let me at least take you out first,"

You stuttered. "I wasn't- I just wanted another kiss, jackass."

He laughed again, his eyes full of mischief. "I'm just teasing you...but really, I want to take you out. I want to get to know you, and we can figure out the rest later."

"I...I want to know you too." You snorted. "This is so unethical, you know that right?"

Chan grinned. "What did I say. We'll figure it out later. Right now I just want to kiss you again."

You rolled your eyes, leaning in. "You should rest. I had to give you a few stitches, and I don't want those to break, if they haven't already."

He nodded. "Yes dear, whatever you say, dear."

"Oh, fuck all the way off."

You sighed contentedly, snuggling close to him. You could definitely get used to this.

《End》

#bang chan #bang chan x gender neutral reader #fanfiction #oneshot

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clonesdeservebetter · 5 years ago

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goldgreenie replied to your post “i know its like midnight where i am but i am in a Writing Mood but not...”

id love more abt flowers mayhaps? or like smth based around their task/job (like the medic hastily patching someone up/lecturing abt taking care of wounds so they dont go bad, harna + her padawan or them + their troops?) whatever it is im excited to read!!

hell yeah! thanks for the prompt! it’s Medic time!

Little warning for slight descriptions of injuries (minor, but still described)

Mandoa Translations

Jagyc'kovid - Dickhead

The moment he saw Doubles walk into the medbay, cradling his hand and muttering, Stutter knew it was going to be one of those nights. The nights where tensions ran high, words were flung, and Keeper really earned his name as he snitched about it all to Whiteout or Harrna. Doubles would be his first patient, but, more than likely, not his last.

With a heavy sigh, the medic stood up, stretching out his hands slowly to prepare them for the task ahead. Knowing Doubles, he would be promptly followed by Burner, possibly with either a nasty bruise or some other easily-fixed injury, which meant Stutter would have to be quick unless he wanted a repeat of the medbay brawl from his first day aboard the Guardian.

As the two met halfway, Doubles already had an excuse on the tip of his tongue, opening his mouth to give it, but Stutter knew his brother too well.

“Burner, Sting, or Venom?” Stutter signed, cutting off Doubles before he could say anything. Doubles opened his mouth, probably to argue, but with a single raised eyebrow, all that came out was a huff.

“Burner,” Doubles muttered, sitting on the edge of one of the (thankfully) many empty beds “Jagyc'kovid picked a fight, got me to punch, and moved out of the just in time for me to punch a wall.”

“Ouch,” Stutter signed sympathetically “Is he going to end up in here soon, or was I completely wrong about what my night’s going to look like?”

“I think I broke his nose, so, soon.” Doubles said, extending his hand for Stutter to examine. The medic eyed him, sighing through his nose and examining the injured hand. His knuckles were split open (again), but his hand didn’t seem to be broken (somehow). It was obvious it hurt like hell, though, if the look on Doubles face as Stutter gently felt the hand was anything to go by.

“Nothing’s broken,” Stutter signed, letting go of the hand and taking a step back “Bacta and bandages. Or just bandages, if you insist on trying to be a pain in the ass.”

“That bacta has good use elsewhere, vod. You know it.”

“I also know your knuckles are gonna be tender as hell if I don’t use bacta, and you refuse to use painkillers. It’ll be fine.”

Doubles huffed, but didn’t argue further. Stutter rolled his eyes, going through one of the smaller, already half-empty first-aid kits to retrieve a small amount of bacta and a roll of bandages. He began his work in silence, slathering small amounts of bacta to knuckles (only glancing up when Doubles hissed and flinched away) before wrapping them gently in the bandages. A simple fix for a simple problem.

Well, a simple problem that was made complicated, because his stupid brother couldn’t stop picking fights every five minutes. Stutter sighed as he smoothed the bandages down, looking Doubles in the eyes with his best impression of Harrna’s scolding face. It must’ve been pretty good, because Doubles actually looked somewhat apologetic.

“He’s the one who picked the fight with me, vod,” Doubles said, looking down at his freshly bandaged hand “He was saying shit about me, you know I can’t stand for that. I had to defend my honor.”

“You mean your pride?” Stutter asked, one eyebrow cocked up. Doubles glared at him.

“Does it matter?”

“You know it does, Doubles. You can’t launch yourself at someone every time they insult you, you’re gonna end up getting killed, or worse.”

“Whatever,” Doubles grumbled, shoving Stutter further away from him as he got up to leave “Thanks for wasting the bacta, I’ll get out of your hair before Eileena sends Burner your way to double check her healing job.”

“Doubles,” Stutter signed, but to no avail: Doubles had turned his back on him, effectively ending the conversation. Stutter scowled. He was not going to play that game tonight. Stutter whistled to get Doubles’ attention, the usual method of doing so, but when his brother refused to turn around, Stutter snapped.

“D...D-Doubles!” He shouted aloud, which actually made the other clone freeze in his tracks, whirling around to stare at the medic, wide-eyed and mouth agape. Neither he nor the medic had entirely expected that, but it happened, and it worked to get Doubles’ attention. Happy with that fact, Stutter switched back to his preferred mode of conversation: his hands.

“I’m serious, vod. You’ve seen what they do to people who don’t behave. You, Curio, and I barely survived under Krell. Now that we’re finally safe, it’s like you’re actively trying to throw that away! Harrna’s doing her best to protect both you and Burner, but she can only go so far. If you end up doing something like this, and someone else finds out...” Stutter had to stop signing, his hands beginning to shake from frustration. Doubles looked up and down Stutter, before quietly replying.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You should be.” Stutter signed, once he finally managed to get his shaking hands back under control. His comm beeped, and it was a simple message from Eileena. Burner on his way. Hope you’re ready for him. Stutter sighed again, looking up wearily at his brother.

“Guess that’s my cue?” Doubles asked, shifting from foot to foot slightly, and Stutter gave him a curt nod. Before Doubles could turn around though, Stutter whistled to get his attention again, though this time he was listened to.

“I’m serious, Doubles. You and Burner need to both be more careful. You have people who care about you, and not just because they’re the ones in charge of taking care of your wounds, and are tired of having to take care of your wounds.” Stutter signed, carefully considering his words this time before moving his hands. Doubles didn’t say anything for several moments, before sighing and nodding.

“Goodnight, vod.”

“For you, maybe. I’ve still got Burner to deal with, not to mention anybody else that may plan on having a fight tonight. But, goodnight to you anyways, I guess.”

And with that, Doubles left. Only a few minutes later, Burner entered the medbay, and one of those nights officially began.

#clone oc #swtcw #my writing #goldgreenie #might cross-post to ao3 #i'm p happy with how it turned out!#one day i'll just. write something happy #today is not one of those days #473rd

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unfallen-angel · 6 years ago

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Winds and Storms PT. 14

Not my gif!

Masterlist // Part 13

Alright guys, this is the FINALE for this storyline! I hope you guys like it! Mostly Angst but some fluff and a happy ending. I’m a sap for that sort of thing! Stay tuned for more of my work! Check out my page for more ideas or send me something if you want to see it!

The hiss of steam jostles you out of your light slumber. Brakes screech along the metal tracks as the train slowly snakes into the station. It was just after 4AM. The train station was completely empty except for the man mopping the floor with a dingy looking mop head, the conductor that just hopped off the train, and a young man with a large backpack waiting patiently for the passenger doors to open. You pull your jacket tightly around your body, hoping that it would somehow protect you from the outside world, but you knew better. Nothing could protect you now.

The gaping hole in your chest split just a little wider as you disembarked the train and brushed past the man. His light blue eyes met yours shyly and he gave a slight nod. Dipping your head, you scurried away from him. The blue dredging up painful memories that you were trying in vain to hide from.

Bucky.

Bucky Barnes.

Sgt. James Barnes.

“Not today,” you muttered to yourself and climbed the stairs to the next platform.

It had been 5 months. 5 months since you had ran from Bucky. Since you had ripped your own heart out. 5 months since you killed all those people without a second thought. 5 months since your life had ended. You blame yourself for it all. You always do when this happens, and it always happens.

Tony and the others didn’t blame you. They had said it multiple times on the emails and messages that they left you before you cancelled your email account and turned off your phone. They were all the same.

“No one blames you. It’s not your fault. Please come home. We can fix this. We can figure this out together but we need you to come back.”

Everyone had left a message similar to that on more than one occasion, everyone except the one person you actually wanted to hear it from. Bucky had called you once. Just once. And left a simple message. A message that you replay every night before you try and sleep.

“I understand. I was you once. Stay safe.” there was a long pause and you can hear Bucky still breathing deeply on the other end of the phone. “And, y/n, I will find you.”

His words were always a comfort, and you knew deep down that he meant them. He would find you. He would come for you one day, but you had to be different when he did. You had to be safe. Your lips tug up into the smallest hint of a smile as you replay his words in your mind once more.

The train whistle jerks you out of the daze you were in. It was time to board. Another night, another train, another station. All the same. It was all the same. Run and hide. Keep your head down. Stay low. Stay quite. Just be normal.

Normal.

That was an overrated word if you’d ever heard one. What was normal anyway? What one person deems normal might mean something completely different to another. It was normal for a business man to carry a briefcase to work everyday. It was normal for two teenage girls to go to starbucks before going to class. It was normal for you to constantly vibrate with untapped energy.

Tomato Tomahto.

You settle into the corner seat in the very back of the car and pull your hood over your head, hiding your face from any curious patrons working the car. This had become routine for you. Train ride after train ride. You never really got off and settled anywhere. You just kept riding until you needed to rest for a few days, and then right back on you got. The thought was that if you stayed mobile then maybe they couldn’t find you. Couldn’t track you as easily as if you were hiding in one place.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Mind if I sit down?” A painfully familiar voice whispers just beside your left ear. Natasha sits down beside you and gently pulls the hood from your head, revealing your tired face. “You look like shit, y/n, really. When was the last time you ate… or washed your hair?”

You shrug your shoulders and sit up slowly. “How did you find me?” you whisper hoarsely. It sounded like you had been screaming for days, and you had been on the inside.

“We never lost you,” she admitted with a sheepish smile. “Tony doesn’t like to let his toys go completely awol.” You roll your eyes but say nothing. “Seriously. When was the last time you stopped moving and actually got some rest?” Her voice was low and silky. It was kind.

“Probably a week ago when I stopped in Denmark. I don’t sleep much,” you say quietly and shrink back at her glare. “I don’t deserve much more. I just want to be left alone.”

“Do you? Is that what you really, truly want?” Natasha leans forward, her eyes boring into yours. There were so many things that you wanted to say. So many things you wanted to tell her, but you just couldn’t find the words. “I have a safe house that I used to use in Bosnia. You can stay there for a while. No one knows about it. Not even Tony. I won’t tell HIM either.” From the tone of her voice you knew that she meant Bucky. “He’s hurt real bad, y/n, but he understands. We don’t see him much anymore, but I think he’s looking for you. Tony had the good sense not to tell him that he had access to you. We all knew that you just needed time and space.”

You nod slowly, processing everything Natasha was saying as you listened to the sound of wheels on the metal tracks. “Could you tell him for me?” You finally muster up the courage to ask. “Could you tell Bucky that I’m so sorry. And I’ll be gone in a month. You can tell him I was in your safe house then. That way he knows I’m safe but I’ll be gone before he can get to me.”

“I will,” she says and gives you a soft smile. “Here’s the address and the passcode. There’s plenty of ammunition in there should you need it for anything.” She writes the information down on a scratch sheet of paper and hands it to you. “Oh!” Natasha reaches into a hidden pocket in her overcoat. “Here’s a burner. It can still be traced if you use it so only use it once and then get rid of it.”

“Thank you, Nat, for everything,” you whisper and slide the phone into your pocket along with the address slip. “Maybe one day I’ll be back. Maybe one day I’ll be normal.” your voice breaks on the word normal and a single tear slides down your cheek.

Natasha wraps you in a warm embrace. “Normal is highly overrated, sweetheart, we all just want you to be you and nothing else.” Without another word, she gets up and disappears into another car. The Russian spy was always a mystery to you, but you didn’t follow her.

There were several more hours before you reached your stop, so you pull your hood back up and bring your old phone to your ear and hit play, listening to that familiar message and letting his low voice lull you to sleep.

***

It was raining when you finally got off the train in Bosnia. Not a hard downpour, but an annoying drizzle that an umbrella couldn’t fully protect you from. The lights shimmered in puddles in the streets as you slowly made your way to the safe house, not wanting to look to suspicious. Your fingers curl securely around the burner phone that Nat had given you on the train. ‘Don’t use it unless you have to.’ Her voice echoes in your mind.

Suddenly an image of Bucky flashes to the forefront of your mind, an image so vivid it seems as if you could reach out and touch him. He’s standing shirtless in the pool of water in Wakanda that the two of you called your ‘secret oasis’. His long dark hair is dripping and falling in his face as he smiles down at you, blue eyes dancing with mischief. Your eyes trace over the planes of his face, the curve of his jaw, his muscular abdomen, taking in every minute detail. His voice ghosts into your mind, whispering your name feverently, like he had all the times the two of you made love.

Everything was so crystal clear, so distracting, that you didn’t realize you had arrived at the safe house. Tripping up the front steps, you catch yourself on the hard metal front door. The building was so innocent looking, so nonchalant that you had almost walked right by it. It was so normal and you were expecting something more ‘Stark like’ for lack of a better description. You enter the passcode shakily and walk inside, trying to escape the cold and the haunting image of Bucky.

The dull pain in your chest blossoms into something so intense that you double over onto the couch before you take two steps into the room. It was a black hole that was spreading rapidly, swirling madly like a vortex that would swallow anything in its path. You don’t know if it was the pain or the exhaustion, or maybe it was both, but you closed your eyes and succumbed to the infinite darkness, letting it pull you into oblivion.

You awoke with a start, trying to regain your bearing as you glance wildly around the room. You had been so distracted that you hadn’t even checked the place, but you trusted Natasha to give you somewhere safe and away from prying eyes. Sunlight was peeking through the closed curtains on the front window so you knew you had only been out for a few hours. You pull the curtains apart and let the sunlight come flooding in revealing a small one room flat with a twin size bed in the corner opposite the window, a small kitchenette, and a couch directly in front of the window. There was a door without a window at the foot of the bed that you already knew was an escape route, and another door beside the couch that was a full bathroom. It was small and dusty, but it was safe.

You hesitantly pull open the cabinets in the kitchen and sigh loudly. “Bless you,” you whisper as your eyes slide over the fully stocked cabinets. Food and shelter was more than you had ever hoped for in the last few months, and Natasha had delivered on both. Eyeing the bathroom, you slowly walk inside and discover a stack of towels on the counter and soap and shampoo already in the shower. “Oh yes,” you moan and shed your still damp clothes and turn the hot water on. Steam fills the room as you drop your jacket to the floor. It lands with a loud thump. A reminder of the phone nestled securely in your pocket.

Then a war broke out between your heart and your mind. “Don’t do it. Do not. You will ruin everything.” Your brain screamed, but your heart was persistent. “Just a quick call. He won’t answer. He never does. Just a message and then you can toss the phone.” Your heart won. It always wins in the end.

You pick the phone up and slowly dial the number that you had memorized. It rang twice and then went to voicemail. “Hey. Uhm. It’s me. I just wanted you to know that I’m safe. I’m really fine. Just trying to find myself and all that. I guess I just wanted to.. I actually don't know why I called you. I’m so sorry…” you go to hang up but pause. “I love you, sarge,” you whisper and then hang up the phone. “Why… Why am I so stupid?” The phone lands with a dull thud on the bathroom rug as you finish undressing and hop in the shower. There is a thick layer of fog in the air at this point, and the heat feels almost suffocating. Almost.

You let it soak into your bones, revelling in how your body was finally thawing out from the weeks of running and washing in dingy bar bathrooms or gym showers. Your legs give out and you drop to the bottom of the tub, letting the hot water run in rivulettes off of your skin. You sit like that until the water starts to turn luke warm and then you wrap a towel around your body and a towel around your head. As you step out of the bathroom, you survey your new room and start making a list of everything you need from the store in town to start fresh. It was going to be better now. You just needed to get your feet back under you and then you would be fine and things could go back to the way they were before the Avengers even found you in Russia, but first, you had to get rid of that phone.

*** 5 days later ***

A tea kettle hisses on the stove as you rummage around the kitchen, trying to come up with something to have for dinner. You were wearing a new hoodie and jeans, compliments of the large sum of money that Natasha had hidden away in the safe house. You hum softly to yourself as you pour yourself some tea and return to your book on the small twin sized bed, but before you could find your place, the floorboards on the front porch groan under someone’s weight.

You freeze in terror.

You had been found. Someone had seen you enter the house and now they were here for you. You weren’t exactly sure which ‘they’ had come for you, but you were sure that you weren’t going willingly. The small gun that Bucky had given you was hidden under your pillow. Your fingers wrapped tightly around in, you tiptoe to the side of the door, just out of sight when the doorknob starts to jiggle violently. Before you had time to even think, the door flies off its hinges and hits the refrigerator on the opposite wall with a loud crash.

Deep breath in, and you raise the gun as a large figure dressed in black steps through the dust. “Don’t move,” you whisper, finger dancing across the trigger.

The figure chuckles and it’s a gravelly sound. “Doll, you gonna shoot me with my own gun and wound my pride?” Bucky turns his head and cocks his eyebrow at you.

The gun falls to the floor and you stagger back in complete shock. “How…” The wheels in your mind are turning, working in overdrive to figure out how this could have happened, but you can’t seem to pinpoint anything.

“I told you I would find you, didn’t I?” His voice was low and his eyes flashed with something that you hadn’t seen in a long time. “It’s been 6 months, y/n. 6 very long months that I haven’t seen you and all I get is a stuttering ‘how’ as a greeting?”

The dam breaks and tears flow down your face. “Bucky,” you sigh and launch yourself into his arms. You hadn’t realized just how badly you had missed him and just how badly that you had wanted him to come after you until you saw him standing in your doorway.

“Do not. Do that. Again.” he says quietly between kisses. His lips are soft but insistent on yours. “It’s been too long,” he whispers and his tone is pained. He had been hurting just as much as you had. “It was like a black hole in my stomach that wouldn’t go away no matter what I did.”

“I know,” you whisper back and your lips find his once more. You gently start to pull him backward toward the bed.

“Doll. I have to fix the door first,” he pulls away and nods toward the heavy metal door with a soldier sized dent in the front. He picks it up and sets it back in the doorway, flipping one of the deadbolts so it would stay in place before joining you on the bed. “Now…” He gently pulls your hoodie over your head and tosses it onto the floor. His lips ghost along your neck and jawline sending shivers down your spine.

“James,” you moan quietly and tilt your head back, surrendering to his touch. He quickly removes his jacket and shirt, revealing his scarred chest. He blinks slowly at you and you can see the pain and fear in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

He takes your hand and places is gently on his chest, right over his heart. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to speak, but he shakes his head. “This is all I have to give you. It’s broken and damaged, but I want you to have it.” You feel the steady beat of his heart under your fingertips and choke back a sob. It was the first time that you had actually touched his bare chest.

You surge forward suddenly and your lips meet his. The force knocks the two of you to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Laughing, you lean back just enough to look into his eyes. “I love you, Sarge,” you whisper and start to kiss along the muscled planes of his chest.

“I love you too, y/n,” he whispers and arches his back as your lips travel lower on his abdomen. “Oh, and it’s best to destroy a burner phone immediately once you use it. Not an hour and a half later,” he whispers with a chuckle.

“I’ll remember that next time,” you snap halfheartedly and pull him back up onto the bed. “Right now. I just want to get lost in you and forget everything else.”

“I can probably arrange that,” he says huskily and his eyes darken with lust. His large body looms over you as he kisses up and down your neck. “I’m going to be with you until the end, y/n, the very end of the line.”

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whiteredrose13 · 7 years ago

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Ringing in My Head, When You Broke My Chest

The clock's tired ticking echoed through the room, drowned out only by the thoughtful drumming of clawed fingers. Delphis scrunched up his eyes, gazing at the white and black pieces on the Go board. Across from him sat Sen, wrapped up tightly in a heavy wool blanket, watching his twin's face intently. His fatigued eyes glanced at Delphis's hands, twitching in an unsure manner on the oak tabletop.

"Are you going to make your move anytime soon?" he asked, adjusting the cover around him.

"Dagchyeo,"Delphis muttered. Shut up. "You know I can't concentrate on my moves when you talk."

"That's the point."

Delphis clicked his tongue in annoyance, only making his twin smile.

Muttering in a mix of Korean and Japanese, Delphis furiously tapped his clawed fingers, scanning the board. There were too many options, too many choices; no matter where he moved his piece, he'd be winning. And he didn't want to win. Not now, anyway. If he did come out victorious, that would only push his brother further into a state of weakness. Of course, Sen would never admit this; he was too prideful. Even with his eyes away from him, Delphis could see him shaking, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"I can see at least five different moves you could be making right now."

"Uh-huh. And I bet you'd have beaten me twice by now, too."

"Three times, actually," Sen smirked, "But who's counting?"

"You, it seems."

"Ah, maybe just a little, in that case."

Sen reclined back on the couch, huffing as he once more readjusted the blanket. He'd been getting so cold as of late. Of course, Delphis figured that it came with the territory of losing one's soul. Lately, however, he'd been getting scared. It had been a year since the deal, and ever since Sen had been deteriorating more and more frequently. At first, it had been little things: he would forget minor things, he would get sick every other month, and his temper would occasionally run away with him. But now? He couldn't wake up without forgetting who he was; even the slightest thing seemed to set him off, and he could barely walk without needing someone there to hold him up.

But Delphis was always there. He made sure he was. He was the reason Sen had done what he did. Delphis was the very cause he had given his soul for, and as much pain as he was in, Sen repeatedly told him he would make that same choice over again if he had to.

Closing his eyes to the sound of Delphis's tapping, Sen exhaled, fighting to stay awake.

Of course, that was part of it as well: Constant exhaustion. Even after sixteen hours of sleep, Sen still managed to awake tired even more drained than when he had closed his eyes.

He barely began to doze off when Delphis spoke.

"Oi, hyeongje." His voice made Sen slowly open his eyes while Delphis gazed at him with concern.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Sen rolled his eyes, grunting as he forced himself to sit up.

"I'm fine, Delphis." His voice came out angrier than he intended.

Of course, that was a complete lie; he hadn't been 'fine' for a long time.

"I was just checking," replied the mirror image before him, pitch heightening to indicate he meant no offense.

Turning to look at the clock, Delphis tucked a loose lock of grey hair behind his ear. 2:24 am. Tapping his thigh, he looked back at his brother, who was once again struggling to stay awake. He stood, reaching over to shake Sen's shoulder. He jumped, blinking rapidly before his eyes blearily focused on Delphis.

"What? Museun il-iya?"

"Nothing's the matter," the elder twin held up his hands in an 'I'm unarmed' gesture. "We've been at this for a while, so I'm going to make tea; do you want some?"

Sen processed the question, looking up and to the right before answering.

"Do we still have yuja-cha in the pantry," he asked, almost timidly.

Smiling, Delphis nodded, patting his twin on the back.

"Yuja-cha, it is, then!"

Sen smiled warmly, a worn look on his face.

"Gomawo, hyjeong."

Thank you, brother.

"Munje eobs-eo, gongjunim!"

As he walked away into the kitchen, he heard Sen snort.

"The only princess in here is you!"

Delphis stepped up to the pantry, chuckling to himself as he opened the door. Among the many jars of herbs and spices, there was one, in particular, he was after. On the bottom shelf, right next to the dried plums, was a jar filled to the brim with golden yellow fruit. Plucking it from the shelf with a graceful motion, the grey-haired man set it on the counter. The remaining ingredients were an easy find; as of late, he'd kept the gaggle of them close together for emergency purposes. Working at the speed of a whirlwind, he quartered the fruits, dropping them in a boiling mixture of honey and water. As he did, he couldn't help but smile, a forlorn look in his steel-colored eyes. This scene, the smell of the honey and citrus in the yuzu, it was more than familiar. It was painfully reminiscent of their mother. Every single time he or Sen fell ill, there would appear their mother like an angel with giant jars of yuzu tea. And now, she was gone. Dead and buried, and while her body remained, laid to rest in her homeland on the other side of the world, her soul had crossed the veil the year previous. It still hurt, even now.

From the living room, a series of coughs called him from the past, followed by the sound of something slimy dropping into a trashcan.

Delphis shook his head, long hair waving behind him like a stone waterfall. No more! Those were thoughts for another time, and especially far from now. What was important right now was Sen.

Fifteen minutes later, the kettle whistled, signifying it had completed its boiling. The steel-eyed man removed it from the stove top and turned off the burner, grabbing two cups away from the rack on the counter.

He made his way back to the parlor, where Sen still sat, mouth covered by a canary-yellow handkerchief. He looked even paler than he had before, and the dark circles under his eyes drew out the glassy tears formed from expectorating whatever material it was from his lungs.

Delphis set one of the ceramic cups before his twin, filling it with the tea.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, "I couldn't find the honey. I didn't mean for you to wait so long."

Sen removed the cloth, smiling at his brother understandingly.

"Don't worry," he croaked, voice hoarse and fatigued.

"Tōzen watashi wa shinpai shite imasu," Delphis shot back, setting his cup on the table with a sharp clacking noise. "It's my job to worry about you!"

His twin made a drawn-out noise of dismissal, waving one hand weakly.

"You worry what the beetles think of the boots you crush them in."

Delphis clicked his tongue in response. He looked down at the board, intent on continuing the game. But, something didn't look right on the board. Something was out of place. Narrowing his eyes, Delphis leaned over the board.

One of the pieces had been moved, and right into a winning position.

Delphis turned his head up to glare at his brother.

"Why did you move my piece, Sen?" he asked, an incredulous tone in his voice.

"I got tired of waiting for you to make a winning move," replied his twin, peering into the depths of his teacup with a haggard look.

"I am perfectly capable of doing that." Delphis moved the piece back to its original space. "Without your help. It makes me feel like you're pitying me."

At this, Sen scoffed, pausing his reach for one of the black pieces.

"Oh, that's funny! Because 'pitying me' is all you've been doing this entire game!"

The younger twin forcefully put the ceramic cup down, an affronted flout on his features.

Had he known the whole time?

Too prideful to admit his true intentions, Delphis returned the sneer, throwing his hands up.

"Look, I don't know where you're getting that idea, Sen, but I have been playing honestly."

"'Shōjiki'? Is that what you call it?" The sickly mirror image bared his teeth. "You call making the wrong moves on purpose out of pity for me honesty?!"

"I haven't-"

"Damare!" Shut up!

Delphis closed his mouth, thin lips forming a tight line as Sen continued.

"Delphis, this needs to stop! Y-You're treating me like I'm so fragile that I can't take losing a stupid game of Go!"

"I don't think you're fragile!"

"Then why do you do it?! I'm not an invalid, Delphis! I--"

All at once, Sen fell silent. His once-angry face became unreadable, and his breath hitched. He covered his mouth with one hand, the other clutching his stomach as his eyes went wide. Slowly, Delphis stood up.

"Sen?"

The younger twin blinked rapidly, coughing into his hand. Multiple times he tried and failed to speak, hacking as he reached for the golden square of fabric to cover his mouth.

He wheezed. Another onslaught of violent carking and retching caused him to double over, his body urging him to reject whatever it was that was trying to get out. Delphis rounded the game board, going to stand by his brother's side.

"Yameru." Stop.

Delphis froze at the command, hands hovering in the air beside his brother. Outside, another wave of thunder shook the house, followed by the livid pattering of rain.

"Stop what?"

Sen muttered the word over and over again, shivering as he continued to choke. Delphis reached further for his brother, gently placing his hand on Sen's back. Instantly, the younger twin recoiled, staggering to his feet. His thigh hit the table harshly, sending the teacups overboard. The liquid inside dripped onto the carpet with a scalding noise.

Still covering his face, Sen walked forward on trembling legs, nearly tripping when his legs caught in the fallen blanket. Delphis followed, attempting to gain a hold of his brother, but each time he tried, the younger twin moved away.

"What's the matter with you," pleaded Delphis, "Sen, tell me!"

The younger twin fell to his knees, just short of the foyer, heaving. He hawked, convulsing as he gasped for air. The elder twin knelt beside him, wrapping an arm around his back. Briefly, Sen's hand found his free one, gripping tightly enough to cut off his circulation. Delphis pulled him closer, rubbing his back as Sen gave a final retch and a cascade of black blood flowed from his mouth and between his fingers. Another convulsion and more of the inky substance pooled on the tile floor, staining it ebony.

No more than a second had passed when Sen, still trembling, pushed Delphis away and stood. Leaning against the wall, he started towards the front door.

"Sen!"

Immediately, Delphis was on his feet, grabbing onto his brother's shoulder and forcing him to turn around. Delphis's blood ran cold.

A black film covered Sen's eyes, his pupils contracting in terror. All up his neck and face were dark veins, pumping the black blood the bubbled from the corners of his trembling lips.

Only once it Sen had realized the action that was taken that he moved.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Sen hissed, swiping a taloned hand at Delphis and sweeping one leg under him. Suddenly, despite his frail visage, one kick was all it tool for him to topple his brother. The elder twin hit the floor, dropped like a ragdoll, gasping for air. He coughed, rolling onto his side and scuffling to his feet.

Barreling out of the front entrance, Delphis caught sight of something moving through the rain.

"SEN!"

The figure froze, turned, and stumbled in the opposite direction.

The elder twin took off in hot pursuit, screaming his brother's name over the roaring of the thunder. His lungs burned, feet pounding the muddy ground as he ran. Rain furiously beat his skin, cold and unforgiving as it scraped against his body. The earth itself seemed to swallow his feet, hellish intent to drag him down, dripping his ankles and pulling. And still, he ran on.

Lightning flashed all around, nearly blinding him as he drew closer and closer to Sen. The heat of the strikes spread through the air and ground, traveling up his legs, dilating his veins.

For Sen, it was enough to send him straight to the ground.

Calling his brother's name once more, Delphis enclosed upon him, the dirt and muck nearly trapping his feet.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

The shriek emanated from Sen's body. But it wasn't Sen's voice. And yet, Delphis froze.

"Sen--"

The shadow shuddered, retching on the ground. Through the crashing of the rain, Delphis heard something splash onto the muddy field. Slowly, he stepped forward, hand held outward.

"Sen, I don't know what's wrong with you, but please, let me help you!"

A laugh drifted from Sen's body, tired and broken.

"You can't do anything. I'm already gone."

The words struck Delphis like a knife.

"No! No, you're not! Sen, please--"

"Delphis, go back inside."

There, in those words, was Sen's real voice. The younger twin staggered to his feet, shivering, black blood down the entire front of his torso.

"No, I'm not leaving you out here alone."

Barely seven feet away, Delphis could make out the faint lines of tear tracks beneath the rain. He watched as Sen's arms crossed over his chest, vigorously shaking his head. Sparks of uncontained magic flew from his hands.

"Stop it, stop it!"

The elder twin kept walking, his hand still outstretched for Sen to take. His mirror image hissed again, backing away on shaking legs. He screamed, his voice distorted once more.

"STAY AWAY!"

Delphis shook his head, each movement bringing him closer and closer to his brother. Sen didn't move. His chest heaved, and he clawed at his skin, muttering and mumbling. The elder twin smiled, reaching his hand further towards his mirror image.

"It's going to be okay. Just take my hand."

Once more, Sen's head twitched violently from side to side, and his hands rose up to cover his head. More and more magic seeped through the younger twin's fingers.

"Stop it, stay away!"

They were barely two feet apart, Delphis's drenched hand still held out for Sen.

Above them, the sky shook, a tidal wave of thunder flowed through the air. Instantly, the younger twin reacted, screeching and doubling over. Without thinking, Delphis's arm shot forward, latching onto one of Sen's hands.

"DELPHIS, STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

Sparks collected in Sen's palms, growing into full-fledged flames in the span of a heartbeat. Delphis had no time to react. Sen viciously pulled away, eyes frantic.

"Sen, wait--!"

It was too late.

The words had barely escaped his mouth before a bright golden light consumed his vision, hitting him square in the chest. For a moment, everything went white, and he could no longer hear the storm. All he could do was feel.

Red hot pain blossomed in his chest, the flames searing the skin. It burrowed deep into his ribs, stealing the air from his lungs. Seeping inside his bones, the scorching flames wrapped around his heart. Blood pumped wildly through his body as the white faded away.

The last thing he saw before it all faded to black was a pair of eyes just like his, colored with pain and fear, and stained with tears.

#Delphis #Sen #OCs #brothers #WRR13Writes #Please forgive any language mistakes #I do not know Japanese or Korean #I did what online translators said I should do #I tried y'all

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metalarmblues · 7 years ago

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THE MAN WITH THE METAL ARM | Part Three

Warnings: none, that come to mind anyway

Plot: See previous installments for the original plot. The plot henceforth will have some ideas from Civil War, so SPOILERS, however there will be some tweaks of my own device happening. Captain America: Civil War by itself was a masterpiece and beyond awesome, so credit goes to all who worked on it, this fic is based around the happenings of the movie along with ideas that were born within my own twisted mind.

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“Before you call the cops, I am only here because I wanted to make sure that you were alright."

He said this while keeping his eyes fixated on the floor next to the table he was sitting at, instead of my naked body. I stared at him in silence, my face contorted with confusion until it suddenly dawned on me: I had almost been raped and possibly killed last night. That metallic sound I heard before passing out was the sound of his arm, this man had saved me and clearly brought me home. I continued to stare at him, but my facial expression softened a bit, feeling that he was not the threat I took him for a moment ago.

“When was the last time you had a hot meal?”

He was doing his best to make eye contact with me, but I could tell that me being unclothed was making him nervous. I held my finger up in the air, indicating for him to hold that thought and then I headed to the bathroom and grabbed my robe that was hanging up behind the door. I then put it on and walked back to the kitchen.

“It’s safe to look at me now.”

I said with a smirk as I then realized that I needed to clean up the shattered glass upon the floor as well as the water. I knelt down to do so, being careful not to cut myself. I looked up at him when he cautiously moved his gaze to me, his posture relaxing once he saw I was covered better. He smirked slightly, which I will admit, I found rather attractive and then he leaned back in his chair

“I’m not the homeless man you think I am. I have a place, it’s not the best, nothing like this…” he said as he gestured around himself at my apartment. “But it’s do able. And as for hot meals, the closest I have come to eating one lately is a tv dinner.”

I smiled and then nodded, sweeping the shards of glass into a dust pan and then tossed it in the trash. I then wiped up all the water and then moved to the closet in the hall to get the Dirt Devil that was in it. I knelt down and vacuumed all around the area where the glass had been and then put it back in the closet. As he probably had already seen from the many toys littering my apartment, I had a child and I did not want to risk him getting hurt with any small left over shards of glass. I came back into the kitchen and folded my arms over my chest as I looked at him. Perhaps I was crazy to offer this to a total stranger, but something told me that I needed to thank him some how for saving my life.

“Alright, if you let me take a quick shower, and promise to stay put, I will cook you some lunch. It is a thank you, for saving me last night.”

He began to open his mouth, and from the way he was fidgeting, I could tell he was going to object to the offer, but I shook my head and held up my hand as I headed to the hallway to go take a shower.

“No refusals. This is a one time offer.”

I then walked into the bathroom and closed the door, of course locking it behind me, because you could never be too careful. As I showered, I couldn’t help but get the feeling that when I got out and dressed, I would walk into the living room to find it empty. But if that were to be the case, then so be it. Who am I to keep someone where they did not wish to be? Within ten minutes, I was showered and dried and dressed and I was heading back to the kitchen, where I found him still seated, reading a different book on Captain America. Hmm, what was this guy’s obsession with the Captain? I shook it off and walked over to the cabinets and started to get some pots and pans out of them and then set them up on the counter.

“So, do you have a name or what?” I asked as I began to fill one of the pots with water and then turned on the gas stove.

“Uh, yeah. James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky, if you like.”

I had been moving the pan of water to the stove when he introduced himself and upon hearing the name, the pan plopped down on the burner of the stove rather loudly from me losing my grip on it. I could feel his eyes on me as I stood there, then I slowly looked at him from over my shoulder. That’s why he looked so familiar, I saw his picture everyday when I went to work. But what I didn’t know was that Bucky was still living. He fell from a train to a frozen river hundreds of feet below, how could anyone survive that? I studied his face for a few silent moments and then there was a knock on the door and I quickly checked the clock above Bucky’s head.

“Crap, I forgot she was dropping him off early today.”

I wiped my wet hands upon my jeans and then hurried to the door and unlocked it and opened it, grinning with delight as a pair of small arms reached out toward me. “Mum, mum, mum, mum.” I took hold of him and hugged him tight, giving him kisses on his face and neck where he is ticklish and he giggled. My son, Oliver just turned one about a month ago, and how I wished he would stop growing. I put him down after he took my face in his small hands and then smacked me gently a few times. He started his usual (and nonstop) babbling as he hurried down the hall on his two feet, picking up random toys as he did so.

“Sorry, I forgot you were bringing him home early today Hannah.”

“Oh, well I’ve got that Zumba class that I simply can’t miss today. These thighs need to be put in check.” she said as she gave her right thigh a smack. I laughed and then looked over my shoulder as Oliver made a sound he normally does if he sees something new. “Ooo!” He must have found Bucky. Hannah raised her eyebrow and peered over my shoulder, seeing the long dark haired man sitting at the table, the angle she saw him however, kept his metal arm out of view.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a date?”

I looked at her and shook my head quickly.

“No, no. This isn’t a date. He is just a friend. Bucky.”

Hannah raised her eyebrow even more and then pursed her lips and then shrugged her shoulders and turned and headed back down the hall of the apartment complex and waved half assed over her shoulder. “Well have fun with your ‘Bucky’.” She said in a suggestive voice. “With someone that gorgeous, I know I would.” Oh Hannah.

I closed the door and locked it once again, heading down the hallway, moving the toys back to the sides as I had them before Oliver came running through. I walked in on quite an entertaining sight. Oliver had succeeded in getting Bucky to hold him, and he was in the process of examining the metal fingers of his left hand. Bucky looked up at me in surprise, almost as if it were rude of him to hold my son.

“I’m sorry, he kept holding his arms up to me and when I would shake my head, he would hit my leg. He’s got quite an arm on him.”

I let out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah, that’s my boy. So…Bucky, I guess I should tell you my name, which I am going to assume you already know. I’m (Y/N) and this…” I said gesturing to the little one that was now standing up on Bucky’s thighs and was inspecting his face by putting his own inches away from it. “is Oliver.”

“Nice to meet you, Oliver.”

Bucky blinked as the one year old then opened his mouth wide and leaned forward and planted it on his cheek.

“Uh…is this normal?”

“Yes, he is giving you a kiss.”

Bucky then gave a small smile and set Oliver down upon the floor, but when he did so, my son gave a high pitched scream and then proceeded to stomp his little feet in protest. I smirked as Bucky wasn’t sure what to do and so he took the hat off his head and placed it atop Oliver’s. This stopped him in his tracks and he reached up and took it off, staring at it before standing on his tip toes as he tried to climb up onto Bucky’s lap again. I reached for the tv remote that was upon the island in the kitchen and then turned on the tv just as the theme song for Mickey Mouse Clubhouse was playing. Oliver stopped what he was doing and spun around and hurried over to the tv and stood in front of it, then proceeded to squat and stand up over and over again. Bucky glanced at me and I smiled.

“That’s how he dances.”

It didn’t take long for the water to boil, so I poured the box of pasta into the water and then added a pinch of salt before I began work on the sauce and steamed veggies. I then took some hot dogs, put them on a plate and then put them in the microwave. Once they were done, I whistled over at Oliver and he came running to me and held his arms up. I picked him up and put him in his high chair and buckled him in. Then I sliced up the hot dogs and placed them on his tray and let him help himself. He picked up one of the sliced up pieces and put it in his mouth and then began to sway side to side in his seat happily. I then looked over at Bucky as I tossed the frozen vegetables into the skillet upon the stove with some olive oil.

“Will your husband be alright with a stranger staying for lunch?”

I gave a weak smile and then leaned forward against the island so that I was facing him completely. “He wouldn’t have minded at all. He would have insisted you stayed, especially after saving me last night.” Bucky narrowed his eyes slightly in question as to why I was referring to my husband in past tense. “He was killed in Afghanistan about three months after we found out I was pregnant.” I said as I looked over at Oliver and ran my hand over his soft down that he had for hair. Most babies had a head full of hair by now, but not my boy. His hair was thin like mine, but hey, we never had any issues with cradle cap, so that was a plus.

Bucky lowered his gaze after me telling him about my husband. “I’m very sorry to hear that.” And I smiled. “I have had my time to grieve. He died fighting for our country, and my son will grow up knowing his father was a hero. And that is all that matters to me right now.”

“What was he with?”

“Army.”

Bucky gave a small smile and nodded, most likely because he too had been in the army. At least that was what the book and museum said. I stirred the pasta a bit, seeing that it was close to being done and then I felt a hot dog slice hit my arm and looked at it as it fell to the floor. I gave Oliver a look and he giggled and then continued eating the rest of his meal. “So, forgive me for asking this…how are you still alive?”

He looked at me and then leaned forward and breathed out a sigh through his nostrils. “It’s a long story.” He said as he looked down at his fingers as they fidgeted upon the table. “Well, I don’t have plans this afternoon. So spill it.” I said as I stirred the veggies in the skillet and sprinkled them with some seasoning and salt.

And spill it he did. I let him speak for as long as he needed to, letting him get it all off his chest. However, I wasn’t expecting him to venture into the area of how he was trained to be an assassin. This caused me to fumble my fork as I was scooping up some veggies to put onto Oliver’s plate as we all finally were eating our lunch. I wasn’t necessarily afraid of him because of what he was admitting, but it got me to thinking. “So…when Captain America and his friends were fighting this…Hydra, on that bridge, that was you I saw on the news?” I could not believe I just now remembered this, considering that not that many men went around with a metal arm with a giant red Soviet star upon it. Bucky gave a slight chuckle and nodded, his plate was already empty, so he pushed it forward slowly. “Yeah…yeah that was me. When I was brain washed. Though, I’m not now, so don’t worry.”

I smiled and then widened my eyes when a veggie flew across the table at Bucky, but he caught it easily with his metal hand. “Ollie! No throwing.” I said as I gave his hand a gentle smack. He whined and then kicked his legs and I sighed, getting a wash cloth and cleaning off his face as I then took him out of the seat and put him down so he could run rampant. I stood up and picked up my plate to clean it off, but when I reached for Bucky’s he took it and stood up with it, following me over to the sink to rinse it off. I then reached out for it and stuck it in the dishwasher and he looked at the machine and shook his head.

“Those would have been nice to have back in the day.”

I laughed and then closed the dishwasher door and then got out some wine and offered him a glass. “I bet. Man, you’re what? 99 years old?” He pursed his lips as I gave a grin and then poured the wine in his glass as he sat back down at the table. “Well, may I say, the years have done you good.” I said giving him a nod and a playful wink. This made him blush, which I honestly thought was absolutely adorable, especially for the fact that he was an ex-assassin. Suddenly Oliver came out of his nursery with a toy in each hand and then went to Bucky and put them on his lap. Then he went back to his room and came back with two more and put those on his lap as well. Soon Bucky had a pile of toys upon his lap and he decided to take them over to the area in the living room Oliver enjoyed playing in and he set them down upon the carpet. Oliver followed him and then began to play with the pile of toys, stacking them on top of each other and then laughing when they would topple over. Bucky stood up and then turned to me and ran a hand through that long luscious hair of his.

“I should probably get going. Thank you so much for lunch and for those hot dogs the other night.” He said remembering that this was not the first time I had fed him. I smiled and nodded, watching as Oliver hurried over to Bucky and raised his arms up, whining at him as he tilted his head back to look up at him. My son had a talent for knowing the signs of someone about to leave. Bucky hesitated, but then knelt down and took hold of him gently, bringing him up with him to his full height. “Be good to your mom, you hear?” Oliver put both of his small hands on Bucky’s face and then gave it a couple smacks and grinned. Bucky gave a small laugh and then set him down, prompting another little stomping and shrieking fit. Bucky cringed and looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders, giving a slight smile. “I’m used to this.”

I then walked him to the door, Ollie clinging to my pant leg as I took each step and I grabbed Bucky’s jacket from my room and handed it to him. He put it on before stepping out of the door and into the hallway of the apartment building and then he turned to me. “If you are ever in this part of town again, don’t hesitate to knock.” I said with a smile as I looked up at him. He gave a small smile and a nod of his head as he looked down at me, and then down further at Ollie as he peeked at him from behind my legs. He then gave us a wave and headed down the hall and down the stairwell and disappeared from our sight.

Oh, how I hoped I would be seeing him again…

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan #bucky x reader

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ohnohetaliasues · 7 years ago

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Where the Maple Leafs Are {Ch.3}

(Kat)

We keep going farther and farther down the rabbit hole.

If you guys are reading this, I love you guys a lot. Thank you for sticking with me another year, and as you can see, I've put up the Christmas logo and updated the theme. You guys rock, and I wouldn't do what I do without you guys.

Let's begin.

(Warning: There are some touchy issues and me getting very angry later, so just a heads up.)

The first meeting

After I eat some scrambled eggs we left to go to the meeting which was only five minutes away.

Two tenses in one sentence.

This is how I found myself in front of the other Countries. I knew what I was going to say and how it would play out because I had written it before we even got here.

Oh right.

This is her fanfiction.

"Alright let's start with your questions."

"Vhere do you come from?" asked Germany.

"America in a world where you don't exist in real life. You see my world doesn't have personifications of their countries."

"In real rife?" repeated Japan

"You're one of Japan's anime. That's how I know who you are. I'm a big fan!"

"A fan? Ohnononon!"

"Shut it pedobear!"

FRANCE IS NOT A RAPIST OR A PEDO.

STOP TREATING HIM LIKE ONE.

HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO POST THIS SCREENSHOT?

France went to his emo corner.

Come here, bby lemme hug you.

England sniggered and america flat out laughed

"I told you the hero always gets the girl!" said America

I have no idea what he means by that.

"Yuck! That would be like dating my dad! You're my country America! ... Where is my maple tree?"

That is a good point, Author-Chan.

"Maple!" said Canada holding out my Canada

Why did you feel the need to name your tree? It's kind of redundant.

"Yay! Canada took care of my Canada! I named him after you!"

"Wait you know my name?" asked Canada

"Who are you talking to Sam?" asked America at the same time as Canada

Read the manga.

And it will show you that America and Canada know who each other are. They do not do the 'who' thing, which got old very fast anyway.

I asked for a sec with my finger turned to America and stated a little angry

"Your brother Canada, asshole, now I'm half deaf so when people talk over others I can't tell heads or tails of it! so shut up for a sec! " waving my hand at my right ear angrily.

...Huh?

"Yes Canada I remember you! You're my favorite! Take me out on a date? Please!"

"Ummm, maple! ….ok" He said very quietly. I smiled happily watching his face blush bouncing on my heels in happiness

Why does he keep saying maple?

Also, you just said dating America would be like dating your dad, and Canada's human age is the same as America.

Also, YOU JUST MET.

"How did you know my name was Sam?" I randomly ask

"It's stitched on your backpack dude I swear that's as far as I looked."

You said earlier that you looked through her stuff.

"Thank you, I guess"…I pull out my laptop and america whistles

"What is this a super computer?"

"Super computer? No that's a laptop they start to come out in 2000's or so. You guys have computers right? Yours are big though right? Like fill up a whole room big?"

Uh. Problem.

There is no internet or cell service in 1941.

You will have no internet.

"That's right." Said England

"Yeah you had a computer during the war, 1943 or something right? It was called… col… something…" I thought aloud trying to remember back to my history class.

"Ve should get back on track." Said Germany

Yes. Thank you, Germany.

But don't say 've' or you sound like Italy.

"Right! I propose that this war ends before it gets any worse. I will be the compromiser and when I say something is fair its fair ok? We need this to stop before it really begins!"

IT HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR THREE YEARS. THEY ARE NOT GOING TO ACCEPT THE WORD OF SOME GIRL IN A TIME OF GLOBAL CRISIS THAT IS ALREADY KILLING MILLIONS OF PEOPLE ON BOTH SIDES YOU DIMWIT.

"How long does this war last?" asked England.

"Exactly 6 years and one day" the room went silent at this. "Do you have any idea how many lives can be lost in 6 years? Any idea at all? 60 million over 2.3% of the world's total population. That's not even including the disease and hunger deaths or all the Jews that died in the concentration camps" at this point I'm standing and leaning my hands on the desk in a very Germany kind of way.

You know why this hasn't been touched in Hetalia? Because it's a touchy subject, and it deals with genocide. DO NOT DO THIS.

I pull out my laptop to see if I had internet. I did!

As I said before, IT IS 1941. YOU DO NOT HAVE INTERNET.

THE INTERNET AND THE WORLD WIDE WEB DID NOT EXIST YET.

TIM BURNERS-LEE WAS BORN IN 1955.

DO YOUR RESEARCH.

I pulled up pictures from the concentration camps, and shoved the laptop in front of Germany three people down.

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT YOU MONSTER.

YOU

CANNOT

STOP

WAR

THAT IS

HAPPENING.

His eyes widened staring at the pictures google came up with. His eyes were locked on a group of naked men. Their naked bodies so starved that their manhood's weren't visible.

1. They would be visible.

2. AND GERMANY KNOWS. HE KNOWS AND IS HORRIFIED, BUT HE CAN DO NOTHING TO STOP IT. IF I WERE GERMANY AND I WAS SHOWN SOMETHING LIKE THIS, SOMETHING I KNEW JOLLY WELL ABOUT AND COULD DO NOTHING ABOUT, I WOULD BREAK DOWN AND CRY. A LOT OF PEOPLE IN GERMANY WERE NOT ANTI-SEMITIC. WHEN THIS NEWS GOT TO THE GERMAN PUBLIC AFTER THE WAR, THEY WERE ASHAMED AND HORRIFIED.

THE HOLOCAUST IS SEEN BY THE GERMAN PUBLIC AS THEIR NATIONAL SHAME. THEY TRY TO DO EVERYTHING IN THEIR POWER TO MAKE UP FOR IT, THOUGH THEY KNOW THE GENOCIDE OF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE IS INEXCUSABLE. THEY ALLOW REFUGEES TO ENTER THEIR COUNTRY, THEY TRY TO TAKE IN MINORITIES AND BE AS ACCEPTING AS THEY CAN. DO NOT TOUCH A SUBJECT YOU CLEARLY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT. YOU DIMWIT.

"You have to stop this Germany" I let this sink in for a minute.

HE CANNOT.

"I know the future! I know what will happen to each and every one of you… if you work towards this goal I will warn you of disasters. Like say, America's 9-11, Japan's power plant.

Which one? And there is no mention of Chernobyl.

Also, where is Russia?

England's Princess Kate.

Um. No. Princess Diana is the one who died.

The Duchess of Cambridge, Kate Middleton, is perfectly safe.

Do your research.

And so on and so forth." I hadn't given real warning so far America, japan and England wouldn't understand. Well maybe England and japan would jump to conclusions but they didn't KNOW.

Why did you put 'know' in capitals? And capitalize *Japan. It's a proper noun.

The three of them looked terrified.

I think confusion would be their dominant emotion right now.

I turned back to Germany who was scrolling down the page looking at other pictures. I gently closed my laptop.

"Germany can you tell me what your earliest memory is of?"

He blinked at me for several seconds "I remember vaking up alone in a big crater. Prussia found me and helped me get strong. Vhy?"

When... when did that happen?

"So you don't remember how you started out?"

"No Prussia zaid I got too close to a bomb."

"ze awesome Prussia saved his life!"

"Italy, don't you think it weird that one blonde disappears from your life and then another appears later? Same hair style and everything?"

"Ve~ I did a-wonder when I first saw him. Why do you think I stuck so-a close to him in the beginning?"

Oh no.

Don't be Serenia.

Please.

I'm begging you.

"Good! I was hoping you weren't that obvious."

I think you mean *oblivious.

Germany head was flipping back and forth watching us talk about him. I pulled out my sketchbook flip to a picture of holy roman and Italy painting together.

Italy's eyes widen and tear up.

I literally can't anymore.

From the angle you can't see what they were drawing so I ask

"Germany what was Italy drawing do you remember?"

"A-animal?"

"Poor little Holy Rome I'm sure he's embarrassed, Italy did you know he thought you were a girl back when you both were kids?" I had been watching Germany so I saw him blush lightly

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?

WHY DO YOU HURT ME IN THIS WAY?

"Look! His blushing! Lolz"

"Lolz?" asked America

"As people got more technical with phones and computers and everything abbreviations came about to save everyone time lol stands for laughing out loud… Alright let's get back to business. I would like for us to all agree to stop fighting as much as possible. For an extended period of time. There will be punishment if you agree and then backstab me ok? I understand Germany that you can't stop yet and I understand that everyone else can't roll over to Germany but everyone else stop fighting each other."

tHIS IS JUST MAKING ME SAD AND ANGRY ALL AT ONCE.

"The hero agrees!"

"I agree"

"Of course"

"I want everyone to at least explain what happened here to your bosses. Germany?"

"Ja?"

"Don't tell your boss. Is this meeting over?"

"Ja, meetings over" he sighed tiredly

What is HAPPENING.

I AM ROCKING BACK AND FORTH IN MY SEAT.

I walk over to Canada loop my arms around his and cuddle into his arm. Loving his blush I whisper in his ear

"Let's go to a coffee shop?" and out the door we went.

You are in the middle of a war.

A WAR.

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It's redundant, that's what it is.

Tea at a coffee shop

"Why did you get tea at a coffee shop?" Canada said

Because tea is better.

"I've been spoiled with extremely good coffee. My parents have a coffee roasting company, so anything less tastes like crap. And plus I like tea. What about you and your Americano?"

Oh, how lucky.

And if you have so much money, how do you not know history?

"It's a very popular drank in Canada-" I reached over quickly and pulled up his right sleeve then moved over to his left finding both smooth I smiled widely happy that he was ok.

????????????????????

"Did you just do what I think you did?"

"A lot of your fanfiction are about self-harm, matt. I needed to know if we are to get serious"

"Fanfiction? Self-harm?! Maple!"

"Fanfiction basically? Its where the shows fan's write fiction about the show."

"And these people think I would do that?" he whispered so quietly I barely heard him

Yeah, I'm with Canada.

"Well matt you are treated badly.

By who?

People have self-harmed for less so…until you're ready for me to check the rest of your body can we drop this?"

his face turned bright red and he imitated a fish.

He imitated a fish?!

WHY?

"I grabbed his polar bear and hugged him to my chest he asked "who?"

"My name is Sam."

"Don't feel bad matt, the fans also think that England has an eating disorder."

No... we do not.

I should know.

I am a fan.

I have never heard that headcanon.

Anyone who thinks that should stop.

"What's your full name?" asked Canada latching on to a different topic

"Samantha MarieHager"

"Samantha… it's pretty"

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It's still redundant.

My date with Canada has ended and I'm being walked home to America's house.

"Will we go on a date again?"

"I would like that" he was smiling

"K. it's your turn to ask me out though."

His smile got smaller and he looked very nervous.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll say yes."

His smile came back full force. Stopping at the door step, I lean over and steal my first kiss with Canada.

YOU JUST MET.

He was beet red so I laugh.

What does that even mean?

"Goodbye, Canada." I say closing the door behind me.

"He treated you right, right dude?" I jumped and turned America was to the right of me watching Canada gape at the door through the window.

"Yes, he was very gentlemanly. It was funny to flirt with him and it was nice to make him happy. He's smiled more today than he has in two seasons and a movie all together."

"I can see that. he's smiling now."

"I wonder how long you'll remember him."

"Remember who?"

"I think there's a curse on Canada. Probably something like out of sight out of mind."

"Who's Canada?"

I walk away

"I wonder if England did it by accident… since England can't remember who Canada is either, he wouldn't remember what he did to forget Canada. I can see it now, in his depressed state he just wanted to forget you after you left so he created a curse and shot it at who he thought was you. Since Canada looks so much like you."

"But why doesn't it work on you?" America said looking upset

SHE JUST WALKED AWAY.

"Either because I care about him in a strongly romantic way or because I wasn't here then or because I'm human and not a country."

And if you become a country I will blow up a cruise ship.

I was on my laptop now sitting at the kitchen table writing some more of the story.

There is still no internet, and you are in the middle OF A WAR.

"So what did you think about my speech at the meeting? Have you talked you your boss?"

"It was AWESOME DUDE! You were all like not today suckers! This war's not happening! I have talked to my boss."

NO.

IT'S STILL GOING ON YOU ABSOLUTE DIMWIT.

AMERICA HASN'T ENTERED YET.

BUT IT IS GOING ON IN FULL FORCE IN EUROPE AND ASIA.

WHAT ABOUT THE OCCUPIED COUNTRIES? THE TENSIONS? THE DEAD? ARE YOU JUST DISREGARDING ALL THAT?

IT IS NOT THAT EASY TO STOP A WAR.

YOUR

RESEARCH.

"That would be… "I googled it." Roosevelt. From what I know about him, his for it right?"

Yeah, you got something right. FDR was president from 1933 to 1945.

"That's right"

"Can we go talk to England?"

"Yeah I guess why do you want to talk to him?"

"You'll find out, let's go. We can go out to eat, his choice ok?"

"His choice! But he'll never choose burgers!"

There are more options on any menu ever than just burgers.

"Trust me." I said closing my laptop. "I have my reasons for this."

"Fine but only because you're my citizen."

I am so so mad about how much this person acted like WWII wasn't a fixed point in history. It would alter the state of the world if someone just went and stopped it. Oh wait, she didn't, because the war began three years ago, in 1939, and it is 1941.

I can't.

I cannot even.

I am so mad I could spit.

I'll review more later.

~Kat

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misssophiachase · 7 years ago

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So, I've decided to pair this next chapter of my story with an inspired prompt by the awesome @supremeuppityone. "Witches are much more dry - they pair best with a crisp Chardonnay." It actually fit so well with my already written content, so thanks, luv!

Thanks talented Paula for the amazeballs cover @howeverlongs

Part 9: Superstition

"Very superstitious, writings on the wall."

The Old Absinthe House, Bourbon St French Quarter - Friday PM

"I think I can guess whose face you're imagining on that target," Enzo whistled. Caroline regarded her sixth straight bullseye proudly before turning to face him.

"I asked if I could attach a picture for better accuracy but, given his King of New Orleans status, that sort of activity is frowned upon around here apparently," she growled, taking a shot of absinthe from the bar. Caroline felt a little woozy but wasn't surprised given she'd lost count of her alcohol intake.

"He's always had this annoying way of taking the fun out of everything," Enzo said knowingly, gesturing the barman for a drink. "Want to talk about it, gorgeous?"

"Not really," she muttered, taking a seat next to him at the bar. "I have no intention of making the same mistake as I did the first time we met."

"Oh, you mean when you bad mouthed Niklaus not knowing my identity? I don't know what you're talking about, I enjoyed myself immensely."

"I could tell," she drawled. "It doesn't matter anyway, I have no intention of wasting my time or energy on that arrogant, manipulative ass that seems to think honesty is beneath him."

"To be fair he was terrorised as a child," Enzo said, his somewhat serious tone telling her he was only half joking. "And most probably dropped on his head a few dozen times. Plus he did have to go through life with Kol, Elijah and Rebekah as siblings."

"You do realise she's your girlfriend, right?"

"We have a love hate relationship," he admitted. "Plus, it makes the sex so much more intense."

"I think I'm going to need another drink," she groaned.

"Stop changing the subject."

"I really don't want to discuss your sex life," she shot back, knocking back her drink in one go.

"As much as I'd love to boast about my sexual prowess, you know what I'm talking about, darling," he chided. "You might as well talk about it because, between you and me, all the absinthe in the world isn't going to make it go away."

"Yeah, if you believe Klaus unfortunately I'm stuck with him, forever."

Caroline was pissed, in fact she'd been pretty unbearable since escaping Celeste's clutches a fortnight ago and it wasn't just because she hated that evil cow. Klaus had lied to her, not once but twice. First, being under some love spell and now about the whole mates' bombshell. She'd gone through a gambit of emotions beginning with denial, then onto shock and back to denial. It hadn't helped matters when Bonnie and Katherine had mentioned how distressed he'd been upon finding out she was missing and that it was his mental flashes that had brought him to her rescue.

"The mating bond isn't quite so black and white." Caroline looked at him curiously. As much as she wanted to hide away from all things mate themed, she also needed to know how it worked. Caroline decided to blame that on her ignorance too because she might have been a little confused feelings wise. "You can choose to reject the bond, it isn't a compulsory attachment."

"You mean?"

"Just because Klaus has accepted it doesn't mean you have to, Caroline." Rather than be buoyed by Enzo's statement and the fact she had an exit strategy, she was far too distracted by his confirmation that Klaus had embraced their bond.

"You must be mistaken," she said dismissively, thinking the absinthe was messing with her head. "Klaus doesn't feel that way, I mean he pretended to be under a love spell..."

"He may of been acting then but that didn't mean his feelings weren't real," Enzo shared. "I'll admit, Klaus is a grumpy, impulsive bastard a lot of the time most recently while you were missing but he cares for his family and as much as you don't believe it, he cares for you too. Maybe more than you'll ever know." Caroline was silent, she wasn't sure how long for but she needed to let his words sink in properly. He loved her? He wanted to be her mate? It was all too much to comprehend, especially after so many drinks.

"He deceived me," she managed to finally bite out. "He's lied and manipulated this whole situation to his benefit at my expense. I know what kind of man he is Enzo and nothing, not even a mating bond, will ever erase that fact. We are nothing alike. He kills and schemes and makes people suffer. I can't love someone like that, I'd never let myself."

"Maybe if you spoke to him then you'd..."

"What? So he can feed me more lies?" She baulked, standing up abruptly. "I may be blonde but I'm not stupid, Enzo."

"Trust me Klaus isn't that bad a liar," he countered before realising what he'd implied. "I didn't mean you..." Caroline didn't respond, just held up a spare dart and aimed it squarely at his face. "No need to be so unfriendly, gorgeous, I was only trying to help." She threw the dart, missing his face by mere inches and watching as it sailed through the air and landed on the bullseye.

"And here I thought your witchy powers weren't quite in sync yet," he complimented her perfect aim.

"Oh, that's just me, no witchcraft required," she confirmed, puffing her chest out proudly.

"Care to teach me, darling? This could be a really neat party trick."

"Maybe another time," she answered. "I have a date with an Original Hybrid."

"Why doesn't it sound like a warm, fuzzy kind of date?"

"If he's lucky I'll bring that white oak stake..."

"Caroline."

"I'm not stupid Enzo," she growled. "I know that's the only reason you came here. Wouldn't want me killing Rebekah's brother, right? I imagine it would make things pretty awkward relationship wise."

"Believe it or not, I was telling the truth." Caroline groaned sarcastically by way of response. "Klaus is a big boy and I'm pretty sure he can take care of himself but if not just know that it will be his weakness that may well kill him."

"Weakness?"

"His mate..." She felt a sharp stabbing pain in her chest and Caroline knew she needed to leave before she betrayed any emotions. If Enzo continued she wouldn't have heard it she was gone that fast. Why did that world have to mess with her so much? All Caroline knew was that Klaus was going to pay.

Spellbound, French Quarter, Saturday AM

"So, you just kiss and leave? You're many things Bonnie Bennett but I didn't think kiss 'em and leave 'em was your style, darling," Kol chided, carefully reading the potion labels stacked neatly on the shelf. Why he couldn't just buy something instead of persusing the merchandise she'd never understand.

"I was under duress."

"Most people cry or freak out not assault the nearest warm body."

"Assault?" She baulked, unable to keep her composure from his smug ass. Inventory was well and truly on the back burner for now. "You certainly weren't complaining from memory, Mikaelson."

"I was in shock," he scoffed, rifling through the incense and picking up selected sticks to smell. The dimples he was flashing slyly in her direction were telling Bonnie the last state he was in was shock.

"I'm going to have to start an incense tab if you insist on stealing it every time," she growled. "Now, does this little visit have a purpose?"

"I'm worried about the witch."

"You're going to have to be more specific, after all there are a few of us in these parts."

"Your little friend Caroline," he huffed impatiently. "I'm concerned about her state of mind and given certain complications..."

"That's an interesting way to describe a white oak stake," Bonnie chuckled.

"So you know about it?"

"I'm not at all interested in playing this game."

"Sounds familiar," he drawled, dropping the incense.

"I'm so sick of the Mikaelson family using manipulation to further their causes at the expense of everyone else. Quite frankly it's getting old Kol and I have no intention of playing anymore. To be honest, I'm just too exhausted."

"That's rich," he accused. "You played games the moment you abandoned me because I was a Mikaelson and wasn't good enough." Bonnie inhaled sharply, doing all she could to keep her composure, even if her frazzled insides were telling another story.

"You have a funny rendition of history. And given the way you're acting right now it was probably the best decision I've ever made." It was cruel yes, she noticed him wince slightly before maintaining his usual steeley composure.

"And you are a bad liar."

"Excuse me?"

"Your heart betrays you everytime Bonnie."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I can hear you," he murmured, his brown eyes searching hers. She didn't respond immediately, too worked up and confused by his comment. He moved closer, his gaze never faltering. "I can hear everything." Before she could question him further, he placed his hand on her racing heart gently. She was fairly certain that the world stopped at that very moment. She loved the evil bastard and there was nothing she could do about it.

"We have an emergency."

"You always did have impeccable timing big brother," Kol growled, moving his hand away awkwardly.

"I specifically said wait for the right moment," Katherine chided, giving Elijah an annoyed eyeroll for extra effect. "That right there is cliffhanger territory and now I'm going to have to wait for the next episode."

"I'm sorry if we have more pressing issues right now, Miss Pierce," Elijah scowled. "If your friend succeeds in her revenge, that white oak stake could wipe out a whole blood line of vampires. The repercussions will be immense."

"And like I said that effects us how exactly?" Katherine baulked.

"Ms Bennett might like to explain the logistics further..." Katherine's gaze flew to Bonnie, so too Kol. She'd never imagined the truth would come out like this but knowing what Bonnie knew she needed to stop her friend from something they would all regret for different reasons.

Couturie Forrest, New Orleans - Saturday PM

"I'm actually surprised you agreed to see me after what transpired..."

"Oh you mean after you lied for the second time." Caroline cut him off tersely, pulling out the variety of foods she'd prepared in a flurry of nerves, denial and shock from the picnic basket, the white oak stake hidden safely in the corner.

"I was wrong," he conceded, his blue eyes pleading with hers silently. "I may have walked this earth for over a thousand years but still don't have the ability to deal with unexpected emotions."

"Like being mates?"

"Exactly like that.."

"I assumed you knew all along," Caroline murmured.

"I'll admit, it wasn't until we kissed at the cemetery that it all fell into place," he promised. "I'd been drawn to you for a while before that though.."

"Was that during your whole stalking phase?"

"I don't blame you for being hostile, this was a shock to me at the time and I'll admit I haven't handled things in the best possible way but I'm willing to address these matters now."

"Wine?" She mumbled, shoving the glass bottle into his chest before he could continue. Caroline had no intention of entertaining any unexpected and unwanted emotions. Klaus Mikaelson had already done enough damage. He didn't respond immediately, just poured the golden liquid equally into the two glasses.

"I didn't take you for the chardonnay type, love."

"Witches are much more dry, they pair best with a crisp Chardonnay."

"Now it all makes perfect sense," he teased, holding up his glass and clinking it with hers. "Do you think that's a rightful toast?" Caroline was struggling to concentrate, his blue eyes were boring into hers, his spicy scent was infiltrating her nostrils unwelcomingly and the walls she'd built were close to crashing into a million pieces. She decided then and there that the mating bond was pure evil.

"How about we drink to honesty," she offered, noticing his eyes downcast. Someone was obviously feeling a little guilty.

"You want honesty?" He asked, placing his glass on the ground. Caroline silently cursed his actions given they interfered with her ultimate plan. "I don't know much about love and I was an idiot and went about this the wrong way but it's only because I.."

"Cheers," Caroline intervened, clinking her glass with his, the L word would have well and truly thrown her off course and that was the last thing she needed. "I'll drink to that." He didn't respond at first just regarded her dubiously then lifted the glass and took a sip.

"I had that vision of us being in Couturie Forest when you were missing and then you suggested this outing today so I knew we were on the same wavelength."

"What?" Caroline squeaked, suddenly annoyed he'd fallen into her trap so swiftly. "You saw us here?"

"We were having a picnic but I don't recall the chardonnay, hence my surprise," he chuckled. She wanted to steal his glass and continue with the conversation but given the truth serum she'd used and its potency, Caroline knew it would soon be too late. What had she gotten herself into?

xxxx

"If I'd known we were going cross country, I would have worn more appropriate footwear," Katherine whined.

"And I would have gone to the gym a few more times," Kol complained. "What the hell are we doing in the middle of nowhere?"

"You invited her," Bonnie accused at the same time Elijah chimed into the conversation.

"You invited him and given your history I assumed you'd know his physical limitations." Bonnie was tempted to react defensively but it was obvious the Mikaelson family gossip had gone full circle and she figured this was extra ammunition to torture the unfortunately loveable idiot senseless afterwards.

xxxx

"I love you," he murmured, squeezing her hand affectionately, his blue eyes staring earnestly into hers. She'd asked him multiple questions hoping that she was right and he would be the heartless bastard she expected. At least then she could move on freely.

"You what?" Caroline squeaked, pulling her hand away shakily. It was one thing when he was pretending to be in love with her but now the truth serum she'd secretly administered in revenge had well and truly set in, the results were more frightening than she'd ever imagined.

"You're my mate..."

"And that's why you love me?"

"No," he insisted. "I loved you before I even knew you were my mate."

"Why?"

"I related to your life experiences," he began. "You felt like an outcast, so did I, every day of my life. My father killed my pet horse on my birthday without an apology and you may have been scared of the dark but it was the light that taunted me as a young boy."

"I..." she was paralysed with something resembling shock and fear. The way he was swaying slightly, his words beginning to slur, Caroline knew she'd gone too far in pursuit of the truth.

"When the world seems to shine like you've had to much wine..." he sang loudly, breaking into a loud chuckle before he could finish the lyrics. Obviously truth serum plus alcohol was a pretty potent combination unbeknownst to the young and inexperienced witch. Caroline was madly trying to fix the situation when a familiar voice interrupted.

"You spiked the wine!" Elijah drawled. "You sneaky..."

"Witch?" Kol finished.

"Not helping."

"Well, between you and me I'm rather enjoying this little display," Kol offered. "Niklaus is always so bloody highly strung."

"I am fun with a capital F," he interrupted drunkenly, sending a wink in his sibling's direction. "Now, can someone please pass me more wine?"

"I think you've had enough," Elijah shot back, rolling his eyes as she did it.

"You're no fun, dad," he teased, attempting to reach for the bottle but failing clumsily.

"Yeah Elijah, let him have more wine. I for one am enjoying this immensely," Kol teased. "I'm just waiting for him to start dancing badly so I can take incriminating pictures for blackmailing purposes."

"Has anyone suggested some serious family therapy?" Katherine interrupted. "Because from what I can see there's ample cause for it."

"Sweet Caroline," Klaus sang, badly off key. "Good times never seemed so good..."

"This isn't finished Ms Forbes," Elijah grunted, his arm linking with his brothers and guiding him away, Kol at his side. Bonnie and Katherine held her hands comfortingly but at that moment she was far too confused. One because of what she'd done and two because her whole body ached now Klaus was gone.

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#superstition #spellbound #part 9 #thanks paula #howeverlongs #for the beautiful cover #mwah #only two chapters to go

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jouska-the-deer · 7 years ago

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A Short Quiz

Chapter 20: Best Explanations

Upon opening the door, Amy was shocked to see Sonic standing in the hallway. She wasn’t expecting to see him so soon, especially after the way he ran off earlier that day. No matter how strange it was for him to meet with her again so quickly, she still found it to be a massive relief for her worries.

Sonic opened his mouth to speak, the words were clear in his mind. ‘I’m sorry.’ But, they wouldn’t come out. His ears turned back, and he looked away in shame. He awkwardly rubbed his arm as he tried to figure out why he couldn’t say anything.

“Would you like to come in?” Amy asked, figuring it was awkward for him to stand in the hallway saying nothing.

After a small nod, he walked into Amy’s apartment unit, hearing her close the door behind him.

He stood still once he walked in a bit more, turning to face Amy afterward. Quickly, he tried apologizing again.

“I’m… sorry.”

It was something, but not really anything too special. Amy still looked confused and upset, so he tried to add more.

“For… leaving you behind, even though I promised not to.” Sonic looked away. “It was, a horrible thing to do. And, I understand if you don’t want to forgive me this time.” He continued to look away, unable to face her. “I just wanted to let you know that… I’m sorry…”

Amy let out a sigh, thankful for the apology, but wanting an explanation for everything as well.

“Sonic… I just… want to know why. Why did you kiss me, and-” she looked down in sadness, “-why did you run away?”

Sonic took a step forward and reached his hand out, withdrawing it soon after. She looked sad, and he wanted to comfort her. But, he was the cause of her pain, and he didn’t know if he would only make her feel worse.

“I, I just…” He wanted to give her an explanation but couldn’t think of one at the moment. “I… I don’t know…” His breaths became shaky as he looked down in shame, covering his eyes with a hand and turning away.

Amy took a deep breath to relax, taking a short moment to think.

“Do you want to sit down?” she asked.

“…Yeah.”

Sonic trudged over to the couch, falling into a cushion with a small thud. He brought his hands to his face, slouching over and letting a moan of distress muffle into his palms.

They were both stressed, and Amy wanted to do something about it. She walked into the kitchen, turning to Sonic for a brief second.

“I’m making tea. Would you like some?”

Dragging his hands down his face, Sonic took a deep breath and lifted his head, releasing his breath and giving a reply.

“Sure… Thanks.”

The tea kettle was filled with water and set on the hot stove, being left to heat up as Amy leaned on the kitchen island. She watched the kettle while waiting for it to boil, but became understandably bored after a little bit. Instead of sitting there staring at nothing, she snuck a quick glance at Sonic, both out of boredom and concern for how he was doing.

His foot tapped relentlessly on the living room carpet, filling the otherwise silent apartment with a soft thumping sound. If that didn’t already clue Amy into his predicament, he was also fidgeting with his glove. It appeared that he had scratched at the fabric so much that it was starting to wear, exposing a sliver of his hand near the cuff of his glove to the open air. He also stared into the wood of the coffee table, appearing slightly detached from reality.

Just as Amy began to realize she was looking at Sonic for a bit too long, the whistle of the kettle blew. She stepped across the kitchen and turned off the stove, setting the kettle on an inactive burner. Realizing she hadn’t taken out any cups to actually drink the tea with, she quickly opened the cupboard to resolve the problem. Soon, she had a plate ready with a couple tea cups containing tea bags, a sugar shaker, and a couple spoons. After pouring the hot water into each cup, she brought everything to the coffee table.

As she set the plate on the coffee table, the loud clink tore Sonic from his intense gaze. He quickly sat upright, trying his best to not look completely uncomfortable. His efforts wouldn’t matter though, as the state of his glove displayed the extent of his discomfort clearly.

Amy carefully picked up one of the teacups, setting it directly across from Sonic on the coffee table.

“Here you go,” she said, sneaking another glance at his damaged glove. Briefly, she wondered if she could find something to help him stop unintentionally damaging things while nervous, as it was a problem she had seen him display many times before.

“Thanks,” he replied, scooting forward and reaching for his cup.

As Amy took her teacup off the plate, she watched Sonic gently grab the string hanging off the lip of his cup. He began to gently bob the teabag in the water, making the tea darken in color.

“You like yours strong?” Amy asked, trying to start some sort of conversation.

“Yeah,” Sonic replied quietly.

It was clear this wasn’t the first time he had tea, not even close. The way he impatiently diffused the tea into the water and how strong he appeared to take his tea led Amy to believe he had it many times before this.

“Do you drink tea often?” she asked to make sure.

“Yep.”

“I didn’t even know you drank it at all.”

“I do whenever it’s available.”

With the water fully saturated, Sonic lifted the tea bag out and let it hover above the cup.

“You can just throw that on the plate,” Amy said.

“Alright.”

After setting it on the plate, Sonic took the sugar shaker and added a small amount of sugar to his tea, then gently stirred it in with a spoon. Once he took a small sip, he relaxed into the couch and let out a sigh.

“Do you drink coffee?” Amy asked as she removed the teabag from her cup.

“Well, it kinda makes my chest hurt, so not really.”

“Too much caffeine?” she continued as she stirred a little sugar into her cup.

“Yeah. Tea’s fine, though.”

“I understand.”

Sonic relaxed a little more as he spoke with Amy, casually leaning back and letting his shoulders drop.

“So, you drink coffee?” he asked.

“Just before work. Other than that, I don’t have it much.”

“Ah.”

He slowly took another sip of his tea, then leaned forward to set his cup back onto the table. With a sigh to further calm himself, he turned to Amy, soon receiving her full attention.

“Hey uh, thank you… for everything. You’ve been an awesome friend, and I just, want you to know I appreciate that.”

As Sonic mentally congratulated himself for finally finding something to say, Amy blushed at the kindness of his words.

“I… I’ve just been doing my best to make you feel better.”

“And, it’s helped.”

Sonic donned a soft smile, causing Amy to blush even more. He chuckled a little as she looked away and hastily sipped her tea, obviously trying to hide how red her cheeks had gotten.

For some reason, her love for him didn’t feel bothersome anymore. There she was, showing obvious signs pointing to her romantic feelings toward him, and Sonic didn’t feel uncomfortable at all like he used to. Sometimes just knowing how she felt bothered him, but not anymore. If anything, he felt a strange comfort with her now. A feeling that, everything was going to be okay if he stayed by her side.

Once Amy had cooled down, Sonic shared more of what was on his mind.

“I uh, never liked sharing personal stuff with anyone. I just wanted to be there for my friends, but I didn’t want them to worry about me.”

He looked into his teacup, his reflection looking right back.

“I’ve had a lot to deal with over the years, and I just wanted to stay strong for everyone, especially Tails…”

Amy’s expression shifted to one of concern, but she continued to listen.

“I never talked to him about my problems, even though I’d always listen to his. I couldn’t tell him how terrible I felt all the time, or what happened six years ago…”

Sonic took another sip of his tea, his hand trembled as he set it down.

“I even told him not to look into it. I told him not to talk to Knuckles or Shadow about it since they knew what happened. Once Orbot and Cubot started living with him, I told him not to talk to them about it too. No matter what, I didn’t want him finding out what happened and thinking it was his fault, but he blamed himself for my stress anyway. I think he figured out a good deal even without anyone telling him, but he wouldn’t tell me if he did.”

After taking a deep breath, Sonic continued.

“Remember about a month ago when I gave you that quiz and bet you couldn’t get all of the questions right?”

Amy nodded.

“Well, the week before that, I got a call about a big robot trashing stuff in a nearby town. It was one of, one of Eggman’s that had activated somehow. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, but, it still reminded me of, what I did.”

Picking at his glove some more, Sonic’s distress was apparent.

“I had been keeping my usual stress under control before then but, fighting that thing made it hard to relax again. To be honest, the stress was eating me alive, and I think Tails knew that. I never talked to him about it though, instead, I just promised I would talk to someone about it. And, even after I promised, I still thought about not talking to anyone. Letting myself feel like garbage sounded better than bothering someone with my problems, even if I needed to talk to someone about everything.”

Slowly, Sonic turned to Amy, then gently grabbed her hand. He held it between his hands while looking at her directly with a relieved look.

“Amy, thank you for, finally getting me to talk. And for still being there for me, despite everything I’ve done. I thought when I first got here you’d be mad at me for what I did earlier, but you’ve been so nice to me instead. You’ve helped me a ton, and I’m really grateful for that.”

Tears began to well up in Amy’s eyes, but her smile indicated she wasn’t feeling sorrow.

“Oh come on, don’t start crying,” Sonic said with a small chuckle, “you’re gonna make me cry again.”

He gently used his thumb to wipe away a tear that trailed down her cheek, keeping his hand resting on her face afterward.

“I’m sorry,” Amy spoke. “It’s just, I’ve never heard you say something that nice before.”

The warm gloved hand on her face did not go unnoticed and only made her smile more.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Sonic stated. “Everything’s fine.”

He wiped another tear from her eye, hearing her softly giggle afterward.

She looked so happy. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and smile radiated glee. Sonic couldn’t help but smile wildly, letting out a small ecstatic laugh.

Soon, their smiles softened. They sat on the couch silently enjoying each other’s company as the evening settled closer to night. As things calmed further, they gazed into each other’s eyes, forgetting the world around them.

Sonic’s hand was still resting on Amy’s head, his thumb gently rubbing her cheek and fingers resting beneath her quills. Together, they slowly began leaning forward, eyes closed and lips slightly parted.

Suddenly, Sonic pulled away before the gap could be closed, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly reached for the teacup on the coffee table, shakily taking a drink and acting like nothing happened.

Amy awkwardly sat in place, missing the warmth of Sonic’s hand on her head. A bit disappointed, she too took a sip of her tea, leaning her head against her hand with her elbow on the armrest afterward. She knew Sonic wouldn’t want to acknowledge what just happened, so she remained quiet so he’d hopefully feel comfortable.

Once Sonic had calmed down a little, he quickly glanced over to Amy. The resigned way she looked filled him with guilt, his chest aching with it. He figured he needed to do something to make her feel better, but what?

After a short moment of thought, he figured he could try to give her an explanation as to why he kissed her earlier, as she appeared to really want an answer to that. He took a deep breath and broke the silence.

“Hey uh, I uh, think I figured out why I kissed you.”

Lifting her head off her hand, Amy glanced over to Sonic.

“Why do you think?” she asked, not sounding as enthusiastic as Sonic would have hoped. At the very least, she sounded somewhat interested in the answer.

“Well uh, I guess the way you talked to me, it was really… hopeful.”

“Hopeful?”

“Uh, yeah.” Sonic adjusted himself in his seat to be more comfortable. “I felt so much better than I did before. It felt like, I just knew things were gonna get better. I just felt so happy, and I guess, my first instinct was to kiss you.”

Amy sat silently for a moment, processing Sonic’s words. It wasn’t exactly what she had been expecting, well, she didn’t know what she was expecting in the first place. All she knew was that it wasn’t really that much of a satisfying answer. But, that didn’t matter too much. She still had something else she wanted to know.

“Have you figured out why you ran away from me afterward?”

Looking away and scratching his head, Sonic tried his best to give her an answer, despite not having one on standby.

“W-Well, I’m not exactly an expert on romantic stuff. I wasn’t even sure why I kissed you at the time. It kinda just, happened…” He took a brief moment to collect his thoughts, silently staring at the ground. “Everything was kinda just instinct, I guess. And, I didn’t really know what to do at all. I never really dealt with that kind of stuff before, and I guess… I was kind of scared. Maybe, all my brain could handle was running away…” Sonic turned his head completely away from Amy. “Sorry that it’s not a great answer…”

Amy sighed. “It’s… fine.” It was pretty much what Cream had predicted. She guessed he ran away because he was shy, which was kind of how Sonic described it. Soon, Amy’s thoughts trailed to another thing Cream discussed. She suggested asking Sonic about his feelings, about if he had romantic feelings for her. It was the only thing left on Amy’s ‘to ask’ list, so she spoke up.

“Sonic, do you…”

The words died in her throat. She stiffened up, turning away and internally scolding herself for even thinking to ask anything so personal. “N-Nevermind.” What was she thinking?! Asking him if he loved her?! How could asking that possibly end well?! There would be no way he’d want to be her friend after asking something like that!

Amy’s mind ran through every horrible scenario that could come of asking Sonic about his feelings, while Sonic turned to Amy with a look of concern.

He spoke gently, eyes fixed on Amy’s behavior.

“You can ask me anything, Amy. I won’t mind.”

Sonic watched as Amy shuddered, a barely audible whimper heard in the silence of the apartment.

“Just, forget it.”

Her voice cracked, making Sonic’s stomach drop. He could tell she was beginning to cry, each stiff and shaky breath making it obvious. There wasn’t anything he could think to do, so he sat there, mind being consumed with dread.

After wiping away her tears, Amy took a breath to try and sound composed.

“It’s getting late. Maybe you should go.”

Despite being worded like a suggestion, it was clear to Sonic that she wanted him to leave. He held back a whine, wanting to stay and comfort her, but also feeling guilty for being the reason she felt so terrible.

“Oh, uh, okay…”

When he stood up, his mind screamed at him to sit back down. To slide over and hug Amy. To pull her close and let her know everything was okay. To make her happy again. He didn’t listen, of course. Instead, he walked with pained steps to the door, stopping just before it.

Amy stood up, only taking a few steps toward the entrance.

“Thanks for coming over,” she said, head turned away and words filled with sorrow.

“Thanks for having me…”

“Well, goodbye.”

“Yeah… Uh, bye…”

Sonic stood still with his hand on the doorknob, hand refusing to turn as thoughts raced through his mind. He couldn’t leave her like this, but he didn’t know how to make her feel better. And what was she about to ask him? Why did it make her so sad?

Finally managing to open the door, Sonic looked into the hallway, his feet refusing to move. He didn’t want to leave without making Amy feel better, or without figuring out what her question was. It was going to burn at the back of his mind until he figured it out. He tried thinking of what she could have possibly wanted to ask.

Then, he closed the door, feet firmly planted inside Amy’s home. Finally, he got it. What she could have wanted to ask, but feared the consequences if she did. A question that would make sense to cross her mind after everything that happened today.

He turned around, taking quiet steps over to Amy, who had been confused as to what he was doing, but adamant on not showing her face. Standing a couple feet away, Sonic once again spoke to her in a soft tone.

“Were you gonna ask me if I love you?”

Amy brought her hands to her face, letting out a whine and turning away. Her body trembled as she fought to hold back tears, failing to do so. She gave a quick nod, soon falling to her knees as she began to cry into her hands.

Without a second thought, Sonic stepped closer, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

“It alright. I’m not mad or anything,” he reassured, gently nudging Amy to stand up. “Please don’t cry.”

After a few more attempts, Sonic finally managed to get Amy to stand again. Once she did, he gently turned her around, then pulled her into a hug. He could feel her shaking, and heard her sniff before pressing her head against his chest.

“I’m sorry. I should have thought about how it would bother you. I shouldn’t have said an-”

“Amy,” Sonic interrupted, pulling her just far enough away to see her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, and tears streamed down her cheeks. He wiped them away, then pulled her close again. “Amy, it’s fine that you wanted to know, especially after everything that’s happened.”

Gently holding her closer, he began slowly rubbing her back as she continued to weep into his chest. There wasn’t much else to do, so he offered her comfort until she could feel better.

As her open sobs began to die down, Sonic breathed a small sigh of relief. Soon, he felt her relax, wrapping her arms around him and returning the embrace. She stood taller and rested her head on his shoulder rather than his chest. It felt, nice.

With the last of her tears shed, Sonic thought to answer her final question, as best as he could.

“Amy I…” He paused, his heart pounding in his chest. “I, don’t know if I love you or not.” As gently as possible, he pulled her away so they had eye contact. “But, what I do know, is that I care about you a lot. You, mean the world to me, and I need you to know that.”

Amy’s lips curved into a gentle smile, and soon Sonic was smiling in return. After sharing a content look for a moment, Amy stepped forward, once again feeling Sonic’s embrace. They sighed, pulling each other closer. Sonic caressed her back, being calm and gentle as he continued speaking.

“Maybe, I’ll figure out how I feel later. But until then…”

…

Sonic really enjoyed how nice Amy’s embrace felt. Had her hugs always felt this warm and comforting? He would wonder why he never enjoyed her embrace in the past if he wasn’t too busy enjoying it now. All he could think about was the soft gloved hands holding his back, and the smooth quills brushing the side of his face.

“Sonic?”

Wait, wasn’t he saying something?

Clearing his throat and stepping away, Sonic tried to get his mind back on track.

“Uh, until then, just know that I’ll be there for you, alright?”

Amy smiled, a hint of blush dusting her cheeks. “Alright.”

The soft red glow of late sunset seeped in through the glass patio door, alerting Sonic to the current time. He scratched his quills, looking away with a nervous smile.

“Oh uh, it is actually pretty late. I really should get going soon.”

“That’s okay. I need to get some sleep anyway.”

After making his way to the door, Sonic stopped and turned around.

“Well, see ya later Amy.”

“Goodbye, Sonic.”

Before he could leave, Sonic ran over and gave Amy one last quick hug, awkwardly stepping away afterward.

“Uh, bye.”

He quickly made his way to the door, waving goodbye before leaving.

As the door clicked shut, Amy stood with bright red cheeks, confused as to what just happened.

“Um, bye.”

#Sonic Fanfiction #Sonamy #Sonic the Hedgehog #Amy Rose #A Short Quiz #Chapter 20: Best Explanations #Shipping #I hate the title but whatever #This whole freaking fanfic is just a testament to how horribly I name things #Hopefully the contents of my fics make up for it though #Also it's 4 AM I should go to bed now

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avengerofyourheart · 8 years ago

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Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark.

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams?

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!!

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“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

Sam smiled apologetically, “I’m just saying, you did say ANY girl could do it with the right tools…”

Your eyes widened, fuzzy brain finally catching up to what they were implying.

“And I meant what I said…” Nat clarified, a wicked smile growing on her painted lips as she met your eye.

“Oh no…” you groaned.

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12 hours later, you found yourself squeezed into a much shorter and tighter dress than you would ever normally wear. You perched on a barstool, playing with a thin red straw in between sips of your fruity drink. It wasn’t difficult to act bored and alone at a club, as you were instructed to do so. Any other Friday night, you would be back in the comfy sweatshirt and yoga pants you were wearing this morning, perfectly happy to be marathoning something on Netflix. However, after Nat got a hold of you, you barely recognized yourself. Nails painted, hair expertly styled and feet strapped into a sexy pair of heels, you were ready to party. Theoretically.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like going out on the town. Clubs just weren’t your thing and wearing uncomfortable, borrowed clothing wasn’t at the top of your list of enjoyable activities. But this was Natasha’s game; you were merely playing your part.

Taking a sip of your drink, you caught the eye of a good-looking man at the far side of the bar. Looking away quickly with a smile, you then turned back to find him still staring. You held his gaze for a solid 6 seconds before glancing down bashfully, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. When you raised your eyes, the man was heading up the bar toward you. Gotcha.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he offered with a smile, getting the bartender’s attention.

“I’d love that, thank you,” you accepted, gesturing for him to sit beside you as the bartender approached.

“A drink for the lady, a uh…” he waited for you to respond.

“Vodka Cranberry. Thank you.”

“I’m Mark,” he introduced himself, offering his hand.

“Y/N,” you responded, briefly grasping it in a shake. Firm, but not too firm.

Conversation flowed for a good ten minutes, at which point Mark asked you to dance. He led you onto the dance floor and you let the beat take over, dipping and swaying your hips from side to side. Hands in the air, you threw your head back and felt the rhythm flow through you. This was the part you enjoyed. Ridiculous as this night had been, you did love dancing. Except for that one guy who got a little who hands-y. You had taught him a lesson, though, and sent him on his way only slightly worse for the wear.

Mark was the fourth guy you had been able to snag tonight. It was a little absurd how easy it was. At the beginning of the night, you had walked right through the velvet rope into the club with a mention of one of Natasha’s aliases. No cover charge. All night you had used different tactics. Brash and boastful: approaching a man and demanding, “Aren’t you going to buy me a drink, handsome?” with a slight pout. Next was dancing suggestively and hooking your finger toward a guy at the bar, enticing him to dance with you. Then there was the “You look familiar, don’t I know you from somewhere?” approach, which had worked with the hands-y guy, unfortunately. Lastly, there was the bored, lonely woman seen from across the bar that worked on Mark.

You actually hadn’t wanted Natasha to be right, but somehow the evidence was in her favor. An afternoon of coaching from her and the perfect outfit, you had the men eating out of your hand. Ridiculous, really. There wasn’t any genuine interest in any of the men on your part, in fact you’d had your eye on someone else for a while. The experiment alone kept you going, so after a little time spent with each man, you faked a phone call or ducked into the bathroom until he lost interest. Thankfully your head was clear, the four “cocktails” bought for you actually being all Cranberry and no vodka. You had explained the situation to the bartender beforehand and he agreed to your charade with an amused smile.

A few songs blend into each other as you lose yourself in the beat, Mark’s hands on your hips with a sheen of sweat upon your skin. The dancing was fun, but you were getting tired and figured your point had been made. Suddenly opening the small clutch purse in your hand, you pretended to read a new message you had falsely felt buzzing from your phone. You faked a look of shock on your face and immediately stopped dancing, making your way to the edge of the dance floor.

“What? What’s wrong?” He had followed you.

“I’m, uh…I have to go. Family emergency. I have leave right now, I’m sorry, uh…” You had forgotten his name.

“Mark. I understand. Can I walk you out?”

You nodded somberly, gathering your jacket from coat check. One of the perks of a high-end club. Stepping outside into the cooler night air, the noise level dropped to an almost deafening silence. A few cars passed and you paused, considering how far to take this. Sucking in shallow breaths, you let yourself get worked up about this supposed-emergency.

“What’s that name of the, um…that app? For rides? I d—don’t…I can’t remember…” you became flustered.

Mark gently placed a hand over yours, “Hey, hey…it’s fine. Don’t worry. I’ll get you a cab.”

He stepped into the street and whistled, easily bringing a taxi to a stop right in front of you. Quite impressive, actually. He opened the door for you, but spoke before you could slide in.

“Y/N, I’m sorry about…whatever you have going on. I’ll cover cab fare. How far are you going? All I want in return is…your phone number?” he asked, hope in his surprisingly kind eyes. You almost felt bad for deceiving him.

“Oh, um…”

In the time that you hesitated, a large man had silently stepped up to the pair of you, taking ahold of the taxi door.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ve got it from here,” the long-haired brunette spoke sternly.

“Bucky? What’re you doing here?” you gawked.

“Who the hell…Y/N, do you know this guy?” asked a confused Mark.

“Yes, he’s a…friend. I’m sorry I have to go,” you muttered and stepped into the cab with Bucky sliding in after you, the car speeding off seconds later.

“What the hell was that?” you demanded gesturing to the scene you had just left behind. “I knew what I was doing and I didn’t need rescuing. Nat and I had a plan in place. I would give an address a few blocks from the Tower and she would pick me up. Even a fake phone number matching the burner phone in my purse in case he checked it. I’m no damsel in distress, Bucky. I can handle myself just fine,” you assured him, slumping back against the car seat after finishing your rant.

There was a moment of silence followed by his swift exhale. “I know you can.”

You heart flipped in your chest. “What?”

“I know you can protect yourself, I never worried about that. In fact, I was pretty impressed with how you handled the jerk who tried to grope you. Subtle knee to the groin and a few choice words to get him to leave, I’m guessing?” Bucky smirked in your direction.

A smile tugged at your lips, chest swelling with pride. “Something like that. What were you doing there anyway? You hate clubs possibly more than I do.”

The taxi paused under a street light, finally giving you a chance to take in the muscular man beside you wearing his usual apparel of jeans and a snug Henley. He had thrown on a leather jacket and left his shoulder-length hair down. Not exactly suited for clubbing, but for him it was a good look. Although for Bucky, there was really no such thing as a “bad look”.

“I was, uh…supervising the operation,” he answered, staring straight ahead as he cleared his throat.

Taking in his body language and inability to look your way, you narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. “You were watching me.”

He scoffed, “What? I…no, I was observing from a safe distance. You know, so both sides could accurately decide the outcome.”

Folding your arms, you doubted his claims. “Uh huh. Whatever you say…”

“So how did it go? Have we reached a verdict?” he asked in curiosity, eventually meeting your gaze.

“I’d call it a success. A whole night of drinks, dancing, and debauchery without spending a dime. That was the wager, correct? Although I don’t recall you being included in the bet, so I will repeat my question: what were you doing at the club?” you inquired, quirking an eyebrow.

Bucky had been in the room when Clint, Sam, Natasha, and yourself had agreed to the stakes of the bet, so clearly he had overheard. Natasha hypothesized that any woman could use her feminine wiles to get what she wanted without having to pay for anything for an entire night. Clint and Sam had more faith in men, claiming that a fluttering of eyelashes and well-fitting dress wasn’t enough to turn their heads and open their wallets. Clearly the scales were tipped in your favor considering Nat was literally schooled in seduction, but agreements were made and consequences offered when the winner was chosen. One more cab ride and you would know for sure.

“I was…curious,” Bucky began.

“About what?”

“I wanted to see you all dolled up,” he blushed at his admission.

Placing a thumb and finger on either side of his chin, you turned his face toward you before releasing him.

“And?”

“You look gorgeous, Y/N, no matter what. I like your casual look but it was interesting to see this different side of you. Definitely turned my head, along with a few too many others for my liking…” he trailed off with a clench of his fists.

“Careful there, Sarge. I’m not sure green is your color,” you grinned.

“What, me? Jealous? I wasn’t…I’m not….” he struggled to finished his sentence, but you got the point, your smile fading.

Just then the cab came to a stop outside Avengers Tower.

You saved the both of you from humiliation by speaking first. “Relax, Barnes. I was joking. Besides, I don’t know why it matters. You’ve never shown any interest in the past, so why should you be jealous?” you answered cooly. Despite your calm demeanor, you were hurt. You’d been crushing on Bucky for a few months now, but it seemed your subtle flirting had all been for naught.

You climbed out of the cab quickly as a grateful escape, leaving Bucky to select a few bills and hand them to the driver before following you to the door. He stopped you before entering the building.

“Wait! Wait, Y/N,” he lightly grasped your wrist, suddenly nervous now that you were face to face. “You’re right, I might have been a little jealous. Truthfully, if you hadn’t handled that hands-y douche yourself I might have ripped his arms off. No one deserves to be treated that way, regardless. But even with the other guys…I just wanted to be the one who caught your attention and, you know… flirted with you and danced with and….”

Struck with courage by the words tumbling out of his mouth, you grasped his face in your hands. Eyes flicking down to his plush mouth, you leaned forward as he felt the shift in the atmosphere and grew silent, then meeting you half way. Your lips brushed his lightly at first, then becoming more heated, each of you nipping and pressing and tasting. Bucky’s arms encircled your waist to pull you closer, your hands lost in his chestnut strands. The flame of desire began to consume you, warmth emanating from your belly outward. Your lungs were on fire, desperate for oxygen. A loud car horn sounded, startling you. Breaking apart suddenly, you took a step back with chests heaving.

Before you could speak or react, a sleek, expensive car pulled up to the curb and an angry redhead climbed out.

“What’s the matter with you, Barnes? She had it all under control. You jeopardized the whole operation,” yelled Natasha as she approached the two of you, then taking in your rumpled clothes, tousled hair, and blushing faces.

You cleared your throat and smoothed your dress with your hands. “Don’t worry, the evening was a success and we have a clear winner: us,” you grinned triumphantly.

“What?” both Nat and Bucky asked simultaneously.

“We won. It all went according to plan and I didn’t need money for anything. Which is a good thing, because…” You grabbed the clutch purse you had dropped on the ground, then opening it. You removed the cheap burner phone before turning the clutch upside down to show nothing else inside. “I didn’t have a backup plan for that. Luckily, Bucky was willing to help our cause. He paid for the cab home.”

A smile stretched across Natasha’s lips to match your own, then facing Bucky.

He finally understood your meaning, cursing his chivalry. “Dammit.”

“I ain’t got cash, but I got you, baby,” you teased with an affectionate pat of his stubbled cheek.

“Alright, I’ll see you two upstairs. Nice job tonight, Y/N,” Nat winked at you before climbing into the car and peeling out to return it to Tony’s garage.

Returning your gaze to Bucky, you saw a look of hurt and disappointment upon his face.

“So…I was just part of the plan?”

You immediately sobered, “No. Absolutely not. There may have been a lot of faking for me tonight, but this?” You pressed a lingering but gentle kiss to his lips. “This was anything but fake.”

A bashful smile returned to his face as you grasped his hand and pulled him inside.

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The following morning, you were snuggled on the couch with a mug of tea. Natasha sat beside you with her usual cup of coffee, enjoying the view as much as you were.

“I can’t believe you’re making us do this. It’s ridiculous and demeaning,” Sam protested, tightening the tool belt around his waist.

“Oh, and the French maid outfits you originally selected for us isn’t? If you get to be sexist, then so do we,” you declared, raising a hand toward Nat and she smacked it.

“That’s right, boys. Now that you’re properly dressed for the job, here is your project,” the redhead smirked, pointing to several thin boxes leaning against the far wall.

Since you and Nat had won the bet, your punishment for the boys had now come to fruition. Sam, Clint, and Bucky were all three shirtless with tool belts slung on their hips and each wearing a hard hat.

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Wilson. I know I look good,” Clint flexed as he sauntered over to the boxes and examined them.

“Oh, I’m confident in my body, that’s no problem. Those little Allen wrenches, they’re the issue. Why do we have the tool belt if all we need is that stupid tiny wrench? And isn’t the hard hat a bit overkill?” Sam questioned as he surveyed the instructions.

“Uh uh. The hat and belt completes the look. You agreed to this, fellas,” you smirked.

Clint piped up, “I am curious why Metal Man is here. When did he become a part of this?”

“When he chose to interfere and nearly sabotaged our plan. So he gets proper punishment, like the two of you,“ Natasha answered.

You could tell Bucky was uncomfortable, crossing his arms over his bare, sculpted chest. The weighted tool belt tugged his jeans down a little more than usual, offering a delicious trail of dark hair down his defined ab muscles. You caught his eye, though, and gave him a wink. He returned it with a smile as memories of the events last night caused your cheeks to flush.

After Natasha left the two of you downstairs, a few kisses led to a heated make-out session in the elevator which was followed by a swift removal of clothing in your bedroom. This morning, you could feel the soreness in certain previously underused muscles after so much heavenly activity. No regrets though. Feeling a bit more confident under your admiring gaze, Bucky joined the other men and began to unpack the contents of the boxes.

Just then, Tony walked past the common room which all five of you currently inhabited and headed for the kitchen. He opened the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of expensive sparkling water, taking a swig. As he turned around, he surveyed the scene before him for the first time.

“Clearly I missed something,” he spoke, walking forward slowly. “I didn’t know the Village People were in town.” You and Natasha snorted. “And what is that pile of crap doing in here?”

“Hey, now, that’s not a nice thing to say about Barnes. Only I’m allowed to insult him,” Sam joked, while Bucky glared at him.

“Shut up, Wilson!” you snarled, throwing a book in his direction and feeling victorious when he winced as it struck his thigh.

“Actually,” Tony clarified, “I was talking about that pile of scrap wood the Swedish dare to call furniture.”

As part of the punishment for the men, not only were they to dress like hot pin-up construction workers, they also had to physically construct something. So you came up with the idea of IKEA bookshelves.

“Don’t worry, Tony, they’re going in my room. It’s mostly just to prove a point and piss them off. They lost a bet,” you explained.

“Wait a minute. You three actually bet against these women who are clearly smarter than you and they literally took the shirts off your backs?” Tony gestured to you currently wearing Bucky’s Henley over your pajamas and Nat had slipped on Clint’s sweatshirt.

The men avoided Tony’s gaze, unwilling to respond.

“Basically, yeah,” you grinned proudly.

The billionaire narrowed his eyes at the men, “Well, I’m a little ashamed of my gender, but nicely done ladies.” You and Natasha held up a hand and he slapped each one as he walked behind the couch and out of the room. “You’re cleaning up the mess when you’re done, fellas,” he hollered from the hallway.

“Would you like to wear the maid outfits for that part, gentlemen?” you joked, eliciting a snort from Natasha.

“You know,” Bucky strolled over to you, hands resting on the arm of the couch. “That was a cheap trick, getting me to pay for the cab.”

You smiled, tugging on his belt loops as he leaned down for a kiss. “I know. But I do love cheap thrills.”

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Heyooooo. Now that’s some eye candy. I hope that was kinda fun! I’ve been using this song to pump me up to get stuff done after long days at work when all I really wanna do is sleep. :) I appreciate any comments, asks, replies, messages, whatever. I love talking to you guys! Hopefully I’ll be able to finish the other fics I’ve been working on, but work has been kicking my trash. Fingers crossed!!

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