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dreamwatch · 3 months ago

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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

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Happy Halloween! 🎃

He counts the gold records lining the wall of his study; eleven of them side by side, one for each of their albums. They’re to be kept together even after he’s gone, his will has strict instructions on who gets them, on who can be trusted with them; Gareth, Wayne, his mother. For now though they stay on the wall, looking down on him. Judging him.

No one comes out to the bench since Chrissy died. Eddie thinks some students are afraid it was him and that they’ll be next, and others are afraid that it wasn’t him and they’ll still be next because if it wasn’t Eddie…

Hawkins is a very strange place, after all.

There’s no drug dealing anymore, he comes here to draw or write during lunch; the cafeteria feels claustrophobic and his friends are well meaning but the constant attention is grating his nerves. He doesn’t need to be protected, and he doesn’t need them carrying his books, he can manage fine on his own.

He sketches a boy in armour swinging a sword, another blood soaked at his feet. He has words for a poem to go with this one, he’ll add them later, maybe.

“You’re very good.”

Eddie spins, flinching at the pull in his side. A man stands behind him, his face shadowed by the trees.

“What the fuck, dude?” he pants.

“I’m sorry,” the man replies. “I didin’t mean to frighten you.”

Eddie closes his notebook and slides it inside his bag. “I’m allowed to be here, it’s part of the school grounds, and I’m not—”

“Of couse you are. I’m not here to chastise you. I was hoping to talk to you.”

Eddie watches suspiciously as the man approaches the bench. He peers at Eddie over his glasses, but his eyes are dark, hidden by his hat.

“Look, I’ve kept my nose clean since I’ve been back, man. I’m on time to class, homework completed, tests—”

“Oh, I’m not a teacher,” the man laughs like it’s absurd, and there’s a sharpness to it that leaches under Eddie’s skin. “But it certainly seems that you’ve worked very hard. It must have been a terrible struggle coming back to school, facing all of Chrissy’s friends. Your uncle must be very proud.”

The birds have stopped singing.

Eddie feels the first pinch of anxiety, can feel his heart kick up when he realises he didn’t tell anyone where he was going for lunch.

“Who are you?”

“Someone who can help you.”

In the aftermath of everything, Eddie has been left with a healthy fear of pretty much everyone outside his immediate circle. People like to leave messages for him on his van and the trailer, and both have never been so clean. What people haven’t done is try to help him. So consider him unconvinced.

He grabs his bag, and his cane, and pushes himself up.

“I’m good, thanks,” he says sarcastically.

“It must be terribly hard,” says the man, motioning to his leg. “To be so young and to be left horribly injured.” He mouth stretches, a horrible attempt at a smile. “You have scars, don’t you?”

“Fuck you,” Eddie spits.

“Tell me, Edward, do you still play the guitar?”

He stops dead, never takes his eyes off the trees ahead of him.

Why are the birds not singing?

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m someone who can help you. I’m someone who understands how hard it is to be different.”

The world is silent but Eddie hears his heart beat, feels his blood pump, the tippy-tap reminder that this is happening, that this is real. There should be cheerleaders out on the field, but he can’t hear them. Can’t hear the birds, can’t hear the wind, can’t hear the trees.

“I don’t need any help,” he says, and he’s trying so hard to be brazen, to be the Eddie of before, not the scared boy of after, but it sounds choked even to his own ears.

“But you do,” croons the man as he circles Eddie, so close that he can feel the tweed of the mans suit on the back of his hands. “I can return the things that were stolen from you. I can give you the things you have always dreamed of.”

Eddie breathes, ragged and harsh, and he knows the man can feel his breath on his skin.

“I don’t—”

“Oh but you do. You want, Edward. You want so deeply, so much has been taken from you, hasn’t it? Since you were a small boy, life has treated you unfairly. You’ve suffered. And your uncle has suffered, think of what you could do for him? Think of what you could give him?”

“No, that’s—”

“You dream of Madison Square Garden, and of fame, and fortune. You dream that your mother is alive and that your father is dead—”

“I don’t!”

“You dream of a boy that you can never have. So brave and so handsome, but you know Steve will never be yours.”

His breath catches. He can’t know these things, he’s never told anyone these things. They’re secrets, they’re his, they’re private things.

“Who are you?”

“I have powers you can barely imagine, Edward. I can manipulate time, make what was dead, alive. I can give you what you covet. Your band are talentless shoolboys, but I can make them good. I can fix you, make you play guitar the way you used to, better than you used to. People will worship you, shower you with awards. I can give you Steve. You can have all of these things, Edward.”

This is ridiculous. It’s not real.

Tippy-tap.

He shouldn’t contemplate it because its lunacy. But…

What if it isn’t?

Eddie’s limbs shake and he let’s himself fall backwards to the bench. He swallows the acid in his throat.

“How?” he asks, a near breathless whisper.

There’s no movement, the world is locked out, just the two of them in the clearing. He feels putrid, damp breath on the back of his neck, icy lips touching the shell of his ear.

“Bring me the girl.”

Eddie shakes his head, confused.

“The girl?”

The man’s eyes flash and Eddie feels the sting of bites.

Edward Anthony Munson (July 23, 1967 - November 11, 2011) was the lead guitarist, co-founder and principal songwriter for the heavy metal band Corroded Coffin. He was known for his virtuoso playing and intricate guitar solos. Munson co-founded Corroded Coffin in 1982 with school friends Gareth Jones, Jeff Williams and Matt Morris. Corroded Coffin released 11 studio albums, 2 live albums, and 19 singles. Munson is regarded as one of the greatest guitarists of all time.[1]

Munson struggled publicly with chronic mental health problems and addiciton from the beginning of the band’s success in the early nineties. He faced increasing ridicule in the last decade of his life for his often bizarre behaviour during interviews, most famously on Late Night with David Letterman in November, 2004.[2] His obsession with the occult was cited as a major contributor to Corroded Coffin’s breakup in 2009, Munson making demands that decisions about the band’s future should be made using numerology. After Munson’s death, Williams was quoted in Metal Hammer magazine: “We thought if we ended the band it would help. But it was too little too late. The number thing was just…he was so far gone.”[3] It was also believed to have been one of the contributing factors in the breakup of his marriage.[4]

Munson died at his home in New York in November 2011, from a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head.[5]

Born July 23, 1967, Hawkins, Indiana, US

Died November 11, 2011, (aged 44) New York City, US

Occupation Musician · Songwriter

Genres Heavy Metal · Thrash Metal

Spouse Steven Harrington (m. 2006; div. 2011)

Instrument Guitar

Years active 1982 - 2009

Formerly of Corroded Coffin

*New York was 11th state to ratify the United States Constitution. Eddie was going to be 45, but 44 is divisible by 11... you get the picture 😆

That's it, seven more fics to add to the stash. Thank you so much to @thisapplepielife for putting this together, it's been a blast!

@the-unforgivenn I'm going to write you something sweet to make up for all the trauma!

#corrodedcoffinfest: seven deadly sins #corrodedcoffinfest #cw suicide #cw mental illness #cw addiction #eddie munson #steddie #corroded coffin #dark themes #horror #halloween!#cw mcd

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hanniiesuckle17 · 2 years ago

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Chapter 10: Playing Hooky

A/n: okay this gonna be a rough two weeks. lots of assignments. plus midterms next Sunday. day after that I'm fucking seeing WEi and probably meeting fuckin kim yohan cause i have hi touch and a group photo omfg. i might make a sign. anybody have any funny or sweet sign ideas? Tag List is Open <3

Tag List: @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagram @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @jeonqqin @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter @orangegyu @little-precious-baby @raethethey @sofie296 @love-letters-2-jisungie @bluejayboys

SMIY Tag List: @sanccharine @txt-yaomi @lyramundana @jaycheoluwu

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship

WC: 2.4k

Updates: Saturday 9 AM CDT (Hopefully)

Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+Themes (eventually)

Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he’s truly worth giving up the life she’s dreamed of…and how much damage she’ll let happen before she makes a decision.

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Though she had no idea where the destination was, Y/n felt at ease as Yunho drove smoothly through the quiet neighborhood streets. Soft music played through the speakers and she enjoyed the ambiance it created.

Yunho looked over at the girl staring out the window. The streetlamps cascaded over her face giving it a warm glow in the dark. By second nature he quietly sang the words of the familiar song under his breath. It was hard to focus on where he was driving the technically but not technically stolen van when Y/n was sitting so close to him. Just the two of them.

Despite being nervous, this was the most at peace and happy the idol had felt in a long time. Had he voiced it out loud Y/n would have wholeheartedly agreed. The length of their acquaintanceship was quite short but the two felt like comfortable friends already. One felt a little more than that and he was doing his best to control how happy being alone with her felt.

The car slowed to a stop and the tall boy unbuckled his seatbelt. The two exited the vehicle- cautiously looking around. "Not many people are ever here this late. So, we should be fine- but just in case!" Yunho produced face masks and hats with a wide grin.

They had parked in a darker corner of the lot leaving less of the streetlight's glow to reach them. Her fingers fumbled over his own as she reached for the mask.

Yunho's heart thumped rapidly in his chest. He tried to savor and remember what the fleeting moment of her touch felt like. With care, the handsome idol gently covered her head with a bucket hat that Hongjoong had most likely left in the backseat.

"Where are we?" The girl asked with a laugh. "Is this where you murder me, Yunho?"

He only laughed and put on his mask and hat. "Shhhh. Me telling you would ruin the surprise." The keys to the van were quickly shoved in his pocket after he locked the car. "Okay, I'm gonna close your eyes and you're gonna have to follow me!"

Y/n gave him a questioning look over the edge of her mask but allowed the man to place his hands over her eyes. "You know when the director had us go through trust exercises, I don't think this was one he had in mind." Yunho laughed as the two started walking.

They moved slowly, the boy careful not to let her bump into anything. Occasionally, the sightless girl would feel her back brush against the tall form of the man behind her. Her hands would instinctively come up and gently hold onto the man's long slender fingers covering her eyes.

"Are we there yet?"

"Almost."

"What about now?"

"Not yet."

"Are you sure?"

Yunho's bright laugh filled the air and made her chest feel warm. "Alright, now we are here. Open your eyes in three, two..." She felt the light weight of Yunho's hands leave her face and heard him shuffle around her. "One!"

Y/n's eyes opened and she took in her surroundings. "Oh my god," A slow smile spread across her face in disbelief.

"Ta Da!" Yunho spread his arms wide with a large grin on his face to match. Behind the boy was a completely empty but well-lit playground with lots of equipment to explore.

Yunho could not begin to describe how it felt to see Y/n's face. Her eyes lit up and she wasted no time in racing past him towards the park. For a moment he watched as she ran and climbed over every piece of the playground. Their laughs mingled as he saw her come down a slide that was meant for a person half her size and then run back up around to the top.

Not wanting to let her have all the fun, Yunho ran through the woodchips before scrambling up the slide. A joyous scream left her lips as he chased her all around the playground. The two idols spent the next hour and a half exploring every piece of playground equipment in the park.

The girl would not stop laughing as she watched her giant counterpart attempt to cross the monkey bars. Even with his feet tucked, only a few inches separated the ground and Yunho. Before he was at the end of the jungle gym Y/n was already hanging upside down from the bars and swinging side to side.

The two laughed as Yunho tried to catch her hat which, unlike its wearer, obeyed the laws of gravity. The girl's hair fell loose and hung in sheets around her face upside down. "Why does this look like your natural habitat?" He shook his head and crouched in front of her so they were face to face.

"I am a bat." She was not ashamed of the childish giggle that came out of her mouth. "When I was a trainee-" The girl pulled her mask down and let her arms hang above her head, fingertips brushing the ground. "I had a lot of trouble with my breath control and pushing out my high notes. After I got off the bus from leaving SM, there was a park on the way to my house. I would just kind of sit on the monkey bars and hang there."

Yunho stayed crouched in front of the upside-down girl and listened to her story intently, his eyes never leaving hers. "The day before one of my reviews I was really nervous. I had been doing really bad in practice. I was just hanging on the jungle gym and I started singing. And all of a sudden my voice was so bright and clear! It really helped!"

"No way?"

"Your duct tape is my jungle gym."

"I need no further convincing." Yunho dropped his hat and pulled down his mask. With a small grunt the large boy flipped himself upside down until the two were hanging side by side, shoulders brushing. "Oh fuck-this is not something for tall people-"

She laughed beside him but tapped his shoulder. "Try it!" Taking a breath the girl began to sing, "Blow my speakers, play it loud! The world's got nothing left to say that I can't say myself! So, blow your speakers up!" Her voice was clear and stable, even as she reached the high note at the end and added a riff that sounded as if she was singing in cursive.

Y/n turned to him with an expectant look. Yunho could feel his face turning red and thanked the lord for the body's reaction to being upside down. Taking a deep breath, Yunho began to sing and was surprised the sound. "It was you, my Shine Light, came like fate, true light. Looking at each other in the night sky starlight!"

"Wow! That was so good!"

"Okay, I admit that was cool- but I'm gonna pass out if I stay like this." He turned himself upright and shook out his hair with a smile. "You wanna go on the swings?"

"Hell yeah!" Yunho's hands gently grazed her sides as the girl flipped off the jungle gym, simply there to catch her if she fell. She had no need as the singer gracefully landed on her feet before sprinting to the swing set.

It gave the boy a heart attack to see the girl faithfully launch herself forward onto one of the swings. She used her running start to hop onto the seat, standing tall, holding onto the chains as she began to swing back and forth. "Are you trying to give me anxiety- oh my fucking god I thought you were gonna like break your neck in three pieces."

Y/n only looked over her shoulder at the boy and laughed. He sat down on the swing next to her and gently started to push himself since there was no way his feet would make it off the ground. "Yunho, this is so amazing! Thank you so much!"

"I figured both of us could use a fun serotonin recharge and a chance to actually get to know each other better."

A shocked look took over the girl's face and she crouched on the seat, the swing still moving back and forth. "That's right! We barely know anything about each other." He chuckled, turning his eyes towards his lap.

Yunho knew things about her. In their short time working together he had noticed many things. He knew she liked tea instead of coffee. Even when it was scalding hot outside she insisted on drinking warm beverages because the ice would dilute the flavor. He knew that she never double-knotted her shoes or completely finished a bottle of water before losing it. He knew that she often fell asleep in the makeup chair and that when she forgot a line she started singing made-up words.

"Tell me about yourself, Jeong Yunho."

"Well...what do you want to know?"

She thought for a moment. Her feet finally touched the ground as she sat fully on the swing. The two face opposite directions but had a clear view of each other. Yunho rested his forehead against the cool melted chain as he stared at the thinking girl with adoring eyes.

"Hmmmmm.....I don't know....tell me everything!"

He looked at her with a smile in his eyes. "Everything?" She nodded. "Well, then what about your night attendance?"

Y/n laughed out loud. "Oh, I'm already screwed at this point. Do you think demerit points exist in vain? They are there to receive them!" Yunho burst out laughing, his head falling back and clapping his hands. The sound made Y/n smile. It was the kind of laugh that immediately made anyone near feel a warmth in their chest. "But, seriously! Tell me everything, Yunho!"

"Well, uh...." the boy began to calm himself down to the ability to speak. "I am right-handed. I have a younger brother. I cry. Like a lot. Big cryer."

"No, you are not."

"Oh yeah! Sad movie. Tears. Nice birthday card. Tears. I once cried cause I found a coupon for 60% off sotteok."

It was Y/n's turn to throw her head back in laughter. "Well to be fair that's a great fucking deal. You just don't look like someone who cries a lot."

Yunho shrugged. "Well, I cry really easily. I also get jealous pretty easily as well. I really like Harry Potter. My MBTI is ENFJ. I like potato chips. I'm pretty sure I've got a really, really, big fucking crush on you. Oh- once I broke my nose getting off the subway. I don't really like reading. I'm from Gwanju. I can juggle- little known fact. Nothing serious though like chainsaws or anything."

"You like me?"

"Well...yeah."

"You like-like me?"

Yunho then processed everything he had just said. There was no taking it back now. Choosing not to regret it, Yunho nodded, rubbing his hands over his thighs. "I mean...well...no...yeah- yeah I do."

"I was kind of just expecting your favorite color." She let out a nervous laugh, looking around the empty playground.

"It's black. Or maybe silver."

"That's good to know."

A silence fell between them. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant....but the mood had definitely shifted from the comfortable banter that was had before. Before either could move to break the silence, Yunho's phone started ringing. He apologized before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the device.

Y/n watched as he answered the phone. She found her eyes following the lines of his profile. The gentle slope of his cheeks going down to his lips, then his jaw. She smiled, recounting everything that had happened tonight until just a few moments ago.

"That was Seonghwa-hyung. Apparently, everybody is looking for me."

"Oh! Okay! Let's head back then."

The two idols slipped back into their hats and masks and silently walked back to the car. Yunho's hands were shoved in his pockets. Y/n found herself looking toward them and remembering the feeling of her fingers brushing over his as they lay over her eyes only a short time before as they walked this path.

The car ride was also quiet save for the soft music coming from Yunho's playlist. Thousands of thoughts were running through both of their minds. Y/n was contemplating what this meant for their relationship and how this change would affect their work together.

Yunho on the other hand was simply relieved she had not run away screaming at his impromptu confession. It definitely had not gone as planned, but she seemed happy most of the night and that was most important to him.

The vehicle came to a stop in front of a tall building and Yunho shifted the van into park. He watched Y/n undo her seatbelt and tried to think of something to say that would make the situation better or at least...not worse?

"Thanks for playing hooky with me."

She smiled at him and stepped out of the van. The door shut and she began to walk away. Yunho dropped his head onto the steering wheel. He hoped thumping it against the wheel a few times would magically make him less of an idiot.

A gentle knock came from the driver's window next to him. Looking up he saw Y/n standing there. With confused eyes, he rolled down the glass and waited for her to speak. "I had fun. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before."

Yunho was unsure if there was hidden meaning behind what she was saying so he just chose to smile and nod. "Any time,"

"Goodnight, Yunho,"

"Bye! Don't bite the bed bugs!" Y/n laughed as she started to walk into the building. "I mean-.... goodnight...."

"Goodnight, Yunho."

"Yep- I'm just gonna- I'm going to leave now." He rolled up his window and waited until he saw Y/n walk safely inside the dorm building. As soon as she was out of sight he let out a frustrated groan and slumped as far as he could down the seat without the seatbelt suffocating him. To be honest, that would not have been an unwelcomed outcome for the idol right now.

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spenciegoob · 4 years ago

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The Fifteenth

A/N: I’m so sorry in advance.

Pairing: Spencer!POV x Fem!Reader

Category: Angst/Fluff

Content Warning: death of a major character, talk of drug abuse, mentions of blood/cases (usual criminal minds terminology), mentions of panic attack/depression

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As I sat down with the woman that made me feel whole, I felt the familiar serenity of her presence fill my senses even as the rain around us poured down in sheets. The pressure felt like sharp, cold glass sinking into my skin, but with her in front of me, I couldn’t find myself to care because her warmth held me like it was always meant to do.

“Hi, sweet girl. Do you remember the day you told me I was your world for the first time? I think about it everyday. I wish I could go back and just-”

She laid her head on my bare chest, her hair spreading out to tickle my sides, and her arms tucked securely around my back. Usually, a position so intimate would cause me a great deal of discomfort, but with her it felt natural; peaceful; perfect.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” She asked out of the blue. Even as a whisper, the question startled me. Before, in the moments of serene quiet, her breathing evened out, and I thought she was fast asleep. I was about to allow myself the relief of saying everything I couldn’t find the perfect words for when she was awake, looking at me with those loving eyes I fell in love with.

“I love you, too, Y/n.” But that answer did not satisfy her. She pulled her head from it’s previous position to look at me directly, and while I love to look at those eyes, the tears that welled there were gut twisting: soul crushing; heart wrenching.

“I mean it, Spence. You are my whole world.” A tear escaped when the words left her mouth, the ones that caused my own eyes to water, threatening to join hers.

I brushed my thumb across her cheek, catching the fallen drop before it finalized on my chest.

“And you are mine, sweet girl.”

“But what I meant to say was you’re not mine. Y/N, you are bigger than my world. You are the sun, the one that I rotate, the light that I need to survive, the power source that keeps me habitable.”

I had to clear my throat before continuing.

“The first day I met you, you unknowingly saved my life, and to this day, I regret not telling you until now. It was the day I quit. I didn’t understand it then, how my mind changed so suddenly, but now I do. It was that smile, it was always that smile-”

I need a fix. Just one. It was one of the worst cases I’ve ever worked. I deserved a fix. I would say it was out of my control once I set that text message, but it was long before that. The second the jet landed my mind had been made, and once that happens, not even me could stop it.

So I walked out of my apartment into the night that held too many unknowns, pulling myself further into my jacket and keeping my head down. I know that no one knew me to judge, but if I were to look at the very few strangers as they walked past me to live their own equally as destructive lives, I would’ve felt daggers piercing my skin instead of a needle that night.

But then I turned a corner, and from my position with locked eyes on the concrete, I could see a head come into my vision, hit my chest, and fall to the ground.

“Oh my g- I’m so sorry I wasn’t loo-” I had started to explain myself before a giggle interrupted my plan. I allowed my eyes to forget the laser vision on the sidewalk, and meet the eyes of the source.

My god was she beautiful. Her eyes so full, looking up at me from the hard ground with something that could only be described as pure, unadulterated joy.

“It’s quite alright, I wanted to be on the ground tonight, anyway.” I titled my head, peculiar with the beautiful strange woman on the ground, but when she let out another giggle at my confusion, I couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle.

And then she held her hand up, silently asking for help from the position I so rudely shoved her into. While I would usually politely decline hand-to-hand contact, it didn’t feel right to refuse to help her stand after I all but tackled her.

So I took her hand, and the warmth generating from her in the cool night was like a breath of fresh air after drowning for so long.

When she regained her balance in front of me, she asked the question I least expected her to.

“I was just on my way to get coffee. Would you like to join me?”

“Wha.. I um- I’m a stranger on the street that just pushed you to the ground, and you’re asking if I want to get coffee?” When she nodded, I asked her another question, hoping to be able to teach her a lesson in stranger danger she so obviously lacked.

“How do you know I’m not a murderer?”

“With kind eyes like yours? I find that highly unlikely.”

“How could I say no to you? Y/N, you were my guardian angel that night. I didn’t look back when you linked your arm with mine, and led me to your favorite coffee shop. I still go there, you know? I don’t even have to order anymore, they just silently start making my coffee when I make my presence known-”

“Can I have an iced french vanilla with 3 pumps of liquid sugar?” She asked the barista Sam who had already started punching in her order before Y/N started speaking.

“What the hell did you just order?” I couldn’t stop the question from leaving my lips. Whatever concoction the barista was making was quite possibly the weirdest coffee order I’ve ever heard.

“Hey, Sam, can you make it two?” She ordered another instead of answering my question. “Trust me, stranger on the street. It’ll change your life.”

“Oh, um, my name’s Spencer by the way.”

“Well, stranger on the street named Spencer, I’m Y/N, and it looks like our coffee’s ready,” she said to me with the most beautiful smile. That smile can cause grown men to drop to their knees. Quite frankly, I almost did. She was the most peculiar and intriguing woman I had ever met.

She grabbed the two cold drinks and sat on one of the many different couches around the tiny shop. I just watched, my eyes following her lead without my control as she put me in a trance her presence induced.

“You coming?”

“Oh, uh, yeah sorry.” She only giggled as I quickly shuffled my way to her. We were the only people in the cafe, not surprisingly so as it was 10:42 pm on January 15th, a Tuesday night.

“You, Spencer, are infatuating.”

“Me? Why me?”

“It has to be something in those eyes.” We stared deeply at each other for what felt like an eternity, even if it was merely a second too long. She was the one to pull away as if she was done studying whatever she found.

With a deep inhale, she shook her head and handed me my beverage.

“Allow me to change your life?” She asked like I wouldn’t let her if she continued to beam at me the way she did.

But instead of freaking her out and saying that, I took the coffee from her hand, and hesitantly took a sip.

It was so sickeningly sweet, like drinking melted candy with the amount of sugar to send someone into sugar shock. It was perfect.

She was perfect.

“When I first started showing up to work with a large iced coffee that was basically cream with a dash of coffee bean, I got weird looks. Derek even made a couple comments, but I didn’t care. It was a part of you you decided to share with a stranger that night. Eventually I told them the story, and now when I walk into the bullpen with the same coffee like clockwork, they give me solemn looks, but no comments.”

“The day you met them was one of the best days of my life, even if it was by accident-”

“Reid and Morgan, I want you two to go down to the dump site. The woman who found the body is there, I want you to interview her.” Hotch’s voice boomed. It was a local case, and while no case is the end goal, the locality was enough.

I got to go home to lay in her arms.

Derek and I drove to the site, bouncing off theories to each other to fill the time. When we got there, news vans had already taken up most of the space, and a sea of reported crowded behind the barricade.

We shuffled our way through, avoiding eye contact and the “dire” questions from the press. When we made it to the front and flashed our badges, one of the officers led us to the body.

A prostitute in an alley. Easy profile, not so easy scene. There was major overkill, the blood from the body deep in the hallway trailed all the way to the sidewalk. It was only 7 am, my theory being a morning jogger found the trail and followed it to the horror show.

“Do we know where the person who found the body is?” I asked the officer who was next to me.

“We tried to ask her questions, but she got too worked up and couldn’t breathe. She’s on the back of the ambulance now I believe.” A panic attack.

It wasn’t uncommon for an unready participate in a criminal investigation to have a panic attack. Not everybody was made to see such things.

Derek and I made our way over to the ambulance when we started to hear a very heated argument.

“I AM FINE! There’s no reason for thi-”

“Y/N?” There she was, sitting in the ambulance, fighting with the EMT who was just trying to do his job. I don’t know who I felt bad for more in this situation. She knew how to win an argument, trust me.

“Oh Spence, thank god.” She quickly got up to crash her body into mine. I don’t think there was a speed that would be sufficient when it came to how quickly I squeezed her back. “It was so scary.”

Her body started to shake with tears she was probably holding in. She didn’t like to cry in front of me for the longest time, let alone hundreds of cops, reporters and pedestrians.

“I know, sweet girl. I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m so sorry.” I ran my fingers through her hair. It aways calmed her down.

And it seemed to partially work, because she pulled her head from my chest to look up at me with wet cheeks and terrified eyes.

“I just... I was runni... She’s d-”

“It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s over now, okay?” Slowly she nodded, her eyes trailing down to her feet. That was until Derek spoke up. In the midst of my concern, I had completely forgotten he was there.

“Uh... what?”

“Oh Derek, this is Y/N. My uh, my girlfriend. Y/N this is Derek.” She looked up to find my baffled coworker looking between me and her and smiled. Hey, his stupidity got her to smile!

“So you’re the lady’s man he tells me about?” Shit.

“Hey now wait a minu-”

“Maybe we should go back to Quantico. You’ll be safe, and we can ask you questions when you’re ready, yeah?” I had to deflect quick, but Derek would rip me a new one for this.

We all piled into the SUV. I got in the back knowing that she gets car sick back there ever since she was a little girl.

“So, you and Spencer, huh?” Maybe that was a mistake.

“They loved you so much. I loved you so much. I still love you so much. I miss you every day of my life, but it doesn’t hurt to think about you anymore. Life gave us all the time it could spare, and I am so grateful I literally ran into you that Tuesday night 8 years ago. Sometimes I hate my mind, my eidetic memory is a curse on it’s own, but when it comes to you? The memories we shared I will never forget are the ones that keep me fighting. You still keep me going, sweet girl. You always will.”

With that, I got up and placed the sunflowers on top of her headstone, brushing off the dirt and leaves that accumulated during the fall season.

The rain stopped pouring then, and the sun shone down on me. On us.

My sun.

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beansandavocados · 4 years ago

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*SPOILERS FOR THE SECOND DREAM SMP WAR*

(everything I talk about is from tubbo, wilbur, and technos povs)

SHIT WENT DOWN TODAY LADS, GALS, AND PALS

okay everyone was on today. literally everyone and most of everything that happened before wilbur and tommy got on was just people bouncing from vc to vc, theorising who the traitor was, and last minute plans and loot gathering

tubbo and quackity had a moment before they gathered with techno, fundy, and niki. as they gathered, eret joined them and stated that dream stripped him of his title of king of the smp

they adopted eret into the group as wilbur and tommy joined the server

wilbur and tommy talked for a bit with each other before joining the pogtopia vc as they were yelled at by the same vc to join the call

once they did, chaos from that many people errupted and they moved from their spot to pogtopia over the span of a slow 10 minutes.

techno got tired of it and just yelled at everyone to head to his base under the lake. once they were all assembled in the public part of it, techno activated a secret door to a lower chamber with dozens of fully stocked chests full of weapons, foods, gear, and 5 full pieces of netherite armor

it was actually fucking crazy and everyone was wearing armor, except wilbur. once everyone gathered what they wanted, they returned to the surface where skeppy, bbh, and antfrost were waiting for them. the entire group of wilbur, tommy, tubbo, techno, quackity, fundy, niki, eret, bbh, skeppy, and ant made their way back to manberg

as soon as pogtopia was within range, schlatt and dream opened fire from eret's tower and the war officially started

pogtopia stormed the tower and chaos errupted. I couldn't understand anything anyone was saying but dream and schlatt ender pearled out of the tower towards manberg. idk if karl was actually fighting with dream and schlatt but he died several times but not really anyone else died

during the chaos, dream typed in chat asking to talk to wilbur. after agreeing to it and telling everyone to stand down, dream moved wilbur into a private vc. dream flat out said that schlatt's an idiot and wilbur was like yeah we know what's your point?

dream then says to join the vc with everyone else and after wilbur told everyone to shut up, dream said that they surrendered and led the group of like 15 ppl to the hto van. schlatt was there unarmed and defenseless

schlatt was washed up, drunk, and senile and it was actually really sad seeing the manburg dictator like that in the moment. jumping out of his stupor, schlatt started just punching fundy even though it pointless, he started calling quackity a flatty patty and so on and so forth. tommy eventually stepped in with an arrow loaded into dreams crossbow and pointed it at schlatt. words were exchanged and before tommy could fire the arrow, schlatt fell out of the world.

everyone was shocked but nonetheless, they started celebrating because the war was officially over and manburg was won back. in the celebration, wilbur told everyone to shut up again in order for dream to say that their was no traitor and he had lied about it.

more celebratory shouts and stuff happened, the vc was chaos, and whatever but wilbur told everyone to head to the podium. in doing so, wilbur told tommy to get on the mic as the president elect of manburg.

shocked, tommy took the stage for his first official speech as the president for manburg. tommy said it was a hard won honor to be on that stage back in manburg, and decreed that it was meant to be. he then said that manburg would again be known as l'manburg. everyone celebrated but tommy stopped them and said that he couldn't stay on as president, not until he got his disks back from skeppy. he then named wilbur as president to replace him

after tommy left the podium and wilbur stood in front of everyone, he decreed that the flag that signified schlatt's regime was to be taken down and l'manburg's yellow, red, white, and blue flag be errected once again. more cheers but wilbur stopped these as well and stated that technoblade had taught wilbur a lot and that in doing so, wilbur could no longer trust the government. wilbur conceded as president and named tubbo as president of l'manburg

wilbur left the podium and tubbo replaced him. tubbo have a fantastic speech and stated that they had a lot of work to do to fix up l'manburg but it was finally theirs again. and it was to be a place that everyone on the smp would be welcomed

everyone was finally allowed to cheer now that tubbo was the official president of l'manburg. while everyone was celebrating, wilbur said he'd be right back, exited the vc, and started making his way behind the podium. behind where the white house once stood...

wilbur than began to say chekhov's gun over and over again. he then entered the button room and sat down in the chair, looking at the button

eleven and a half stacks of tnt was rigged to blow under l'manburg and wilbur said that as long as the button was there, he just couldn't not press it

in the middle of wilbur's mental breakdown, the philza minecraft joined the vc and asked wilbur what he was doing. wilbur lied and said that he celebrating in l'manburg and trying to act cool

philza joined the game and spawned in the button room, behind wilbur

philza tried to talk sense into wilbur and tried to have him back away from the button. wilbur fully lost it and said that he was the traitor and had been all along

wilbur pressed the button, turned his back to it, and saluted philza as the tnt exploded and put a massive crater in l'manburg

philza killed wilbur and immediately took off through the crater, leaving wilbur in his madness as he laughed on. wilbur then stated that the traitor was both him and techno and that techno was going to spawn withers on top of the ruins of manburg

true to his word, techno spawned two and it was chaos, everyone was fighting a wither (one was called subscribe to technoblade)

in the chaos wilbur said that he wished the best to tubbo's presidency and that wilbur would be back very, very soon on the smp. he then ended stream and logged off

chaos ensued and tommy and tubbo managed some control after the withers were killed and asked everyone who remained on pogtopia/l'manburg's side to join a vc

techno then started lighting off his own three stacks of tnt on whatever was left of l'manburg. dream and george helped and everyone else who hadn't join the l'manburg vc just pretty much talked amongst themselves casually

in the mean time, dream said that his agreement with wilbur (I guess THE agreement about being a traitor idk) was that no matter what, l'manburg would blow up

I don't know what tommy and l'manburg talked about during this time, I had had to stop watching the streams but this is was happened today and holy fuck

*EDIT*

OKAY watching tubbo's pov and updating as I found out shit from the moment wilbur left to push the button and wtffff

they started taking down the festival decorations and dream said oh yeah no there was a traitor

cue techno immediately launching into an anarchist monologue, killing tubbo, and stating that both him and wilbur are the traitors

techno is now toeing the line of villainy with an amazing analogue and spawned the withers

philza immediately is just like alright, half of my kids are violent anarchists and so I'mma suit up in full netherite and help the other half

also george finally showing up after building a fucking house for two hours on the server

l'manburg is officially tommy, tubbo, quackity, fundy, niki, eret, karl, and philza

TOMMY AND TUBBO MOMENT IT HURTS

CONNOREATSPANTS WTF OOOOHHHHH SHIIIITTTTT and apparently someone other than connor and philza?? if I understood dream right

tubbo and quackity are talking and tubbo wants to clean up l'manburg and rebuild it on stilts and a glass tunnel through it all which is fucking cool

tubbo is president, tommy is vice president, quackity is the secretary of state, fundy is the fourman (makes everything run smoothly), phil is an advisor, and karl is the creative input

NEW L'MANBURG !!

l'manburg is not a government, it is a collective (so as not to have techno completely obliterate them for existing)

l'manburg is supposed to be peaceful and ask for permission from now on

DREAMON HUNTING IS GETTING GOVERNMENT FUNDING AND A DISCORD GROUPCHAT

okay now that's it's holy fuck

*EDIT OF THE EDIT*

IVE BEEN INFORMED THAT CAPTAIN PUFFY IS ALSO WHITELISTED

um yeah shit this was something else today and btw, this is all a bit, it's not real. don't get your panties all in a knot because of people roleplaying in a fucking block game

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badwolf-winchester · 4 years ago

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Ancient Bloodlines

Pairing: Loki x Emy Nightstar (OC)

OC Summary: Emy is the newest Avenger. She specializes in Magic and close range attacks/ weapons. Her heritage is unknown to her as she was left at an orphanage door step when she was a young girl with only the memory of her name. She goes by her nickname Emy but has never told anyone her full name as its a reminder of her being abandoned. Emy can see through any illusion and Magic no matter how powerful they are or how strong the magic is and is unaware of this. Her powers include Telekinesis, Elemental Control, True Sight (as stated above) Enhanced healing and Shifting (she wont discover this till much later in the story). She loves to read, listen to music, play violin, sing, and draw.

Story Info: Takes place after infinity wars. Tony and Natasha are alive Steven comes back from the future after giving back the infinity stones. Vision is alive and living with Wanda in the tower. Thor and Loki live in the tower with the rest of the Avengers and for the sake of the story Himedall is alive and living with the rest of the Asgardians on earth in New Asgard (you will find out why later)

One last thing: Please do not repost my work on any other site or social media, however reblogging on here is fine. I work hard on all of my fanfics and it’s disappointing when people take my work as their own. I am the creater of all my OCs such as Sora Nightstar, Emy Nightstar, and Lithium Nightstar. My inbox is open for any and all requests as i am a multi fandom writer. Let me know how you like the story and i will do my best to answer any and all questions. As always i encourage any and all feedback as it helps with my writing. I hope you all like it!

The Beginning

They say that your parents are there to teach you the rules of the world, but what happens when you have no parents? Who will teach you then? The world is cruel but people are crueler. Ive learned this first hand when the person i trusted most in this world left me on the door step of the St. Trinity’s Orphanage. I was 9 when my mother told me she didn’t want me anymore and i guess I couldn’t really blame her. I mean who could love someone who couldn’t control the powers that grew with each passing year. Someone who started fires out of thin air when they had nightmares, conjured whirlwinds when startled, unfurled earthquakes when angered, spring forth rain showers when sad, and levitate objects when riddled with anxiety. I will never forget that day for its seared into my mind like its own person brand echoing with every beat of my heart. A monster thats what she called me, her own flesh and blood was a monster in her eyes, and i could see the relief when she ran from the solid oak door finally rid of the burden she had to put up with throughout the years. An abomination she cried as she reached the cobblestone sidewalk eager to be rid of me and by the pace she was going at i could tell she had more spring in her step than on the walk over from the bus we exited from. Unnatural she bellowed as she disappeared around the corner a ghost of a smile springing from her lips as she disappeared. These where the last words i would ever hear from my mother, if thats what you would call her.

Emy’s POV

Tonight was just like any other. Crisp cold air submerged the city in a blanket of dark and silence while it settled into your bones. I never minded the cold in fact I welcomed it, it reminded me of the cabin i found one year after running away from one of the many abusive foster homes i was forced to stay with. I’ll admit it was one of the times I was able to avoid the social workers for longer than a week and the happiest I had ever been in my life up until i was captured by Hydra. When I had a flair up with my powers, which usually ended up being fire, i would immediately get sent back to St. Trinity’s but this time i ran before they had the chance to toss me aside. The staff there used to place bets on how long i would stay with a family, they would joke saying i was cursed or jinxed but i knew the truth, no one wanted me. Once the parents found out about my abilities I was sent packing. I was labeled as a flight risk and a danger to others which only deepened my anti socialism.

Walking through the streets of New York i pull my dark purple jacket on and my dark brown hair in a pony tail as I get closer to my destination. Because i don’t feel the effects of the cold weather Tony, being such the dad figure he is, has made it his priority to make sure i still wear one just incase so here i was walking home in black ripped up jeans, a black v neck T-shirt, black and purple checkered vans and a light weight dark purple jacket. With my headphones in my ears and “I like it heavy” by Halestorm blasting I make my way to the place i call home, Stark Tower. Walking through the front doors i make my way past the receptionist who always greets me with a bright smile. As I walk towards the elevator I give her a small smile back and a head nod. After entering the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse I start to reflect on how i got here.

By the time i was 15 Hydra found me in that cabin and took me away. I went from hopping from family to family to being used as a science experiment, constantly being poked and prodded just so they could get a reaction out of me. As a child my powers where very unstable mostly flaring up with my emotions, its no wonder that Hydra caught wind of me its not like i was hiding it very well or more so that i couldn’t hide it. They tried to wipe my memory to gain control of me “a blank slate” is what they wanted, but for some reason, they failed as I wasn’t susceptible to their conditioning methods no matter how much time i spent in the chair. However, I could tell they were scared of me I could see it in their eyes. This didn’t last long though as they used what they called their perfect weapon code name Winter Soldier to beat me into submission. After that first meeting that left me with a broken arm and a fractured ankle i started to obey, since then Ive met the Soldier a couple of times but if he remembers me he dosent let on and I dont blame him, he has been in that chair so many times Im genuinely surprised he can even remember how to walk. He is stronger than the others as most of the other test subjects had turned to vegetables after the 4th mind wipe, he was on his 10th the last time i saw him with Hydra.

Another test was done on me and this one was different. They used a teseract? If thats what they called it I can’t be sure nor did I care all I could feel was pain like as if someone injected lava in my veins. After they injected me I started screaming after a while I couldn’t even hear myself anymore, my throat was so sore and horse from the constant roar of my agony I just wanted it to end. How long was I out for? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? They didn’t keep clocks there or at least not in the dungeon like cell they had me in. When the fire faded i was left with this numbness and after further tests I realized that I was immune to fire. I can literally stick my hand in fire and i will be left untouched and unscorched. They did the same test with freezing temperatures to see if they could subdue me at least in some way. I must have been out longer than just a couple of days as during the tests i didn’t recognize any of the Doctors. In that moment I realized something, if they were trying to contain me then something must have happened to the soldier. It was time to plan my escape.

Back in my cell i could hear footsteps approaching me and then stop short. One of the scientists frantically trying to talk some sense into someone just out of my line of sight. “She is immune to anything we throw at her sir. We have done every test we could there is nothing left for us to do.” One of the goons in a lab coat stated to what i assumed is a higher up. “Bolden If her powers keep growing at the rate they are it could be days in which she will be unstoppable and with the soldier gone we dont have anything that can keep her in line. She broke Mandy and Rays arms the last time we tested her. She is getting too strong.” Brining a hand up to his chin the higher up Bolden stepped out of the shadows and looked at me with deep interest before he turned to looked at the man and scoffed. As he walked away i felt a cold chill ran down my back as I anticipated what was to become of me; I knew it was nothing good i had already broken their rules. His next words only confirmed what I feared. “ Its simple. Break her spirit or kill her Doctor. And when i say break her i mean in anyway means necessary.” His sadistic laugh is the last thing i remember before everything went black.

Its been 2 years since i have escaped and now I’m living in the avengers tower. I don’t remember what happened after that night in my cell its all a blur of red, screams, and gunshots. When i woke up next i was in a 6ft crater where I was being held captive without a scratch on me. Trees were uprooted and fallen over as if a bomb went off. Luckily the Avengers showed up not long after me waking up and took me to their base where i met Directer Fury. With his permission and 24/7 surveillance provided by Tony Stark via FRIDAY and training sessions to get my powers under control i was allowed to join the Avengers and fight for good. Little did i know that by agreeing to this I would end up in the path of a certain God or Gods who were also taking residence at the tower.

With the sound of a *ding* the elevator shook me out of my mind and back to the present. As i exited the elevator I pulled my head phones out of my ears and was instantly met with the sound of Tony losing his mind. “Where did she go? She knows she can’t be out this late. She could be taken again! Its 5 minutes past her curfew!” Rolling my eyes I roll my headphones up and shove them in my pocket and round the corner. “Tony it takes 5 minutes to get from the lobby to the penthouse calm down. I bet she will walk through that door anytime now.” Came the sweet voice of reason of none other than Pepper Potts. “I’m Home.” I said in a deadpan voice as i walked by the couple only for Tony to stand up and intercept me by placing a hand on my upper arm. “Where did you go and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow pushing his hand off me. “Tony its Wednesday. I have training with Strange on Wednesdays and I had Friday alert you as I was leaving but you were in the lab with Bruce.” Not sure what to say next Tony mumbled a small apology. “Sorry I was just worried about you. I know you are grown enough to make your own choices as you are 25 but I just want to make sure you are safe. How was the training with The Wizard?” Sighing and shaking my head just wanting to go the library and read I decided to just let it go. “Strange is a hard ass that much you already know. It wasnt bad actually I think I’m warming up to him. I didn’t spontaneously throw him to the wall when he snuck up behind me as i was going over the ancient texts so i call that improvement.” I said sheepishly while side stepping around him. “I’m gonna go to the library now and grab some light reading before bed you guys have a good night.” With out waiting for a response I quickly made my way towards my new destination only to have Tony saying something about guests in the house but I ignored him.

Pushing open the library door I make my way to the poetry section to grab my usual copy of Edgar Allen Poe that I read before bed. As my had reached for the spot i knew i put the book in i find that its not there. “Wait what? Where is my book? I know I put it back here before I left for training so where did it go?” Frustrated I stomp back over to the entrance and rip open the door ready to go on a murder spree while shouting down the hallway. “CLINT! You better give me back my night time book or I’m breaking all your arrows again! No one reads in this tower but me! How stupid do you think I am!?” Straining my ears I listen for any type of movement but was met with dead silence. After a minute I finally hear movement through the vents coming from the west part of the tower and I take off sprinting. Sliding around a corner I barely miss colliding with Steve and Bucky who look like they were on their way back from a mission. Offering a quick apology before I continue my pursuit I hear Steve yell “Hey! No running in the tower!” Not faltering in my hot pursuit of the Hawk thief I continue to zip through the tower ignoring the Captains words until i was almost to the vent that lead to the 2 level family room. Using the railing for the steps leading down to the family area to give me more height i jumped as close to the vent as possible and conjured my signature Scythe to slice through it while twisting in the air kicking the vent free and off its track. A shocked and terrified scream resonates from the vent as the culprit falls to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I landed in a crouched position and slowly straightened to my full hight. “What the hell Emy?! When did you learn to do that?!” Clint yells as he sits up rubbing his left shoulder that he landed on. I started stalking towards him with the blade of my scythe scrapping across the ground as i went while giving him a death glare. “Give me back my book Barton.” At the mention of his last name his head snapped up to me fear replacing the pain from his fall. “Oh shit last name not good.” Scrambling up on his feet he turns and runs towards the common room that connects to the elevator with me hot on his tail and my scythe trailing behind me in my right hand.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!” He yells as he makes it fully to the room only to fling forward as i jump and kick his back tired of all the running. Twirling my weapon around I place it at his neck sneering at him. “I will not ask you again.” I said placing pressure on his neck with my blade. Sensing a fast moving object coming from my left from the kitchen I move my head back 3 inches as what looked like a hammer flew by me embedding itself in the wall. Turning my head slowly in the direction of the flying object, I confirmed it was indeed a hammer that was thrown at me. Irritation flared through me as i released Clint from the end of my scythe and turned fully to the kitchen to face my attacker. There stood 2 men that i did not recognize, one tall oak of a man with blond short hair, blue eyes and tan skin in blue jeans, a red T-shirt ,and grey jacket. the other shorter man made me stare at him and faultier for a second as he was so different from anyone i have ever seen, dark blue skin covered his entire body with darker almost black symbols and piercing red eyes, long black hair with black jeans, a green dress shirt and black jacket. Tearing my gaze away from his own curious one i looked between both men before i clenched my jaw letting my irritation settle back in. “Which one of you threw that hammer.” I said venom dripping with every word. “Whoa its ok Emy thats just Thor and Loki they are the asgardian Gods that live here in the tower part time when they are not in Norway.” Clint said standing up quickly. Not moving from my position i narrowed my eyes and flicked them over in Clint’s direction. The ground started to shake as my irritation and annoyance grew to anger remembering what i was doing before being interrupted by the Gods. Throwing his hands up in surrender he then quickly reached into his back pocket and retrieved my book. “Ok ok dont blow a fuse Em.” He said while tossing me my possession stopping me from causing an earthquake. Catching it in the air with my left had I inspected the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged before I let go of my scythe, with a wave of my hand it disappeared back to the pocket dimension I keep it in then looked back at Clint as the tremors stopped. “Touch my things again and i will be wearing your guts like my mom’s pashmina.” I said to the thief before walking out of the room and disappeared down the hallway not giving the Gods a second glance. As I entered my room i could hear a silky voice ring out from the kitchen. “Well isnt she interesting.”

Part 2 coming soon

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themarvel-spnmultifanwriter · 4 years ago

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Could you possibly do an end!verse au where Castiel had a thing with the reader since the beginning of the apocalypse? Where Castiel survives the suicide mission but finds the reader dead?

Hey, yes sure! Thank you so much for the request!

Suicide mission

Pairing: Castiel x Reader x Sam x Dean, Zachariah, Adam

Warnings: sad, mention of blood, fight, violence, mention of suicide/death

Word Count: 2,2k

Y/n's pov:

Castiel zaped us all to a derelict industrial property. I looked around the area to figure out where we were. I was confused.

"Where's the beautiful room?" Dean asked. Castiel pointed to the neglected building.

"In there" he said.

"The beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California??" I asked surprised. Castiel chuckled.

"Yes. What were you expecting?" he asked me with a smile. The smile I loved about him. Cas and I have been dating since the beginning of the apocalypse. Fighting monsters and trying to stop his two brothers had brang us together. The angel got so close to me that I was constantly afraid of losing him.

"I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders. "Jupiter? A blade of grass? But... Van Nuys?" Dean and Sam laughed. I've been travelling with the Winchesters for a while. They're like family to me. They both see me as their little sister.

When first starting to date Castiel, Sam and Dean sent me to a hunt with Bobby. Later, I found out they only did it so they could talk to Castiel. More scare him. I could imagine Dean holding a blade to Cas and telling him he'd hunt him down, if Cas dared hurting me. When Cas told me about it he looked terrified and me laughing about it wasn't helping in any way.

"Anyways, why can't you just zap inside the building? Wouldn't that be a lot easier?" I asked. Cas pointed at the building.

"Because," Cas began while he removed his tie. "There are at least five angles in there. Our only shot is me going in there first"

"You think you can fight of five angels?" Sam asked. Iooked at Cas with a questioning look as to ask why he was taking his clothes of. Cas took a knife from Dean

"I will make them vanish with an angel-banishing sigil on my body"

"You do realise that's basically suicide?" Dean pointed out.

""Maybe it is, but then I won't have to watch you fail. Sorry Dean, but I don't have the same faith in you that Sam and y/n do. " Cas said and began to carve the signal in his body.

"Cas please," I said as I took the angels hand. "I don't want you to go in there. I can't lose you. Dean is right, this is suicide! What am I supposed to do without you?"

"Going inside to Zachariah might be too" Cas said but soon realised that this wasn't the best answer. "I will be fine I promise. And I will come back to you. I won't leave you alone" he pulled me clothes and kissed my lips. I tried to hold back the tears that formed in my eyes. Why did it feel like this was the last kiss? I didn't want it to end. It felt like the good bye I didn't want to give him. But we couldn't lose time.

I gave Cas a nod and he finished the signil on his body. Then, he put on his clothes again. Before he went inside he took my hands and looked me deep inside the eyes.

"I will see you again. I promise," he said and vanished.

Castiel's pov:

I zapped inside the warehouse. There was a dilapidated shed in the center of it. I went to the door, but before I could reach it one of my brothers appeared behind me.

I heard the sound of an angel blade and turned around, ducking in the same moment. The blade failed just for a few inches. I took my own blade and stabbed my brother with it. There was a glow before his vessel fell to the ground.

Four more angles came in. They heard me. They all carried angel blades and pointed them at my while encircling me. I dropped my blade.

"What are you waiting for? C'mon" I said. They stepped towards me, but before any of their weapons could reach me I opened my shirt and touched the symbol that was carved into my vessel Jimmy. There was a light glow. The four angels dissappeared. But in the same moment I felt a pain, like a burn and also I started glowing before I vanished from the warehouse.

Y/n's pov:

I was standing outside the warehouse with Sam and Dean. We were listening so we would know when to enter. I heard the familiar sound of angels being banished. A tear left my eye as I knew Cas was gone.

"He will come back," Sam said and gave me a hug. He wiped my tear away and I gave him a nod as to say I was fine.

"Okay, let's go inside," Dean opened the door. Me and Sam followed him. We passed the room with angel wings shadows on the wall. One of them was Cas' wings. There was a pain inside my chest, but I had to stay strong. We were about to face Zachariah and try to get Adam out of the beautiful room. I needed to focus.

Dean opened the door to the beautiful room and we found Adam inside of it on the ground. We reached for him and he looked at us surprised.

"You came for me," Adam said and looked at us shocked.

"You're family," Dean said and helped Adam up.

"Dean this is a trap set up for you. We gotta get out of-" Adam said but before he could finish, Zachariah appeared in front of us.

"Dean, please. Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" Zachariah said.

"Did you?" Dean replied.

Sam ran up behind Zachariah with an angel blade but he got thrown at the wall immediately. I looked at Sam who was in pain. The angel blade was lying in front of him. Zachariah turned back to Dean, he seemed to ignore me and I wondered if he even noticed me yet. But I saw my chance in it.

"Dean, the one thing I've learned from dealing with you is that patience is important" Zachariah made a movement with his hand and Adam fell to the ground and started coughing. He began to throw up blood. I went over to Sam and took the angel blade, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"I knew things would play out perfectly. I have to admit, throughout I had my doubts. But it was right to trust the bossman. He knew it would come to this moment all along"

I was behind Zachariah and went closer to him, having a tight grip on the angel blade and pointing it at Zachariah.

"There is one thing though I never understood-"

I ran up to the asshole of an angel and was about to stap him, but he turned around and grabbed my arm with the angel blade. The pain of his grib made me drop the weapon and I tried to jerk away but he had me in his grib. I couldn't go anywhere.

"-I never quite got what you unimportant little human where doing along with the Winchesters" Zachariah took an angel blade himself and stabbed me. I felt it slide inside my stomach and an instant pain was in my body. He pulled the blade out and blood began to pour out. I could hear Dean yelling "no" and felt my body wanting to collapse, but Zachariah's grib wouldn't allow it. "Did you really thing a worthless little human creature like you could beat me? Did you really think you could stop any of this? NO! You may have turned one of our soldiers against us, but you are nothing after all and your pathetic attempt of killing me is ridiculous so you will die in shame"

He let go of me and I collapsed to the ground. I heard Dean and Zachariah talking, but the words weren't clear. My body was dying, stopping to work and my sensen were weaker and weaker. The whole room got blurry and I took some last breaths before I stood next to my body and went to hell.

Dean's pov:

"No!" I yelled as y/n got strapped and I wanted to reach her, but I couldn't move as Zachariah had pinned me against a wall.

"Did you really thing a worthless little human creature like you could beat me? Did you really think you could stop any of this? NO!" Zachariah yelled at y/n. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick this angel ass and make him pay for hurting y/n. "You may have turned one of our soldiers against us, but you are nothing after all and your pathetic attempt of killing me is ridiculous so you will die in shame"

He left y/n's body to die and looked at Sam next. With a hand movement he did something to Sam who was now crawled up in pain. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take seeing Sam dying too.

"Please no! Don't hurt him too" I begged.

"In exchange for what?" Zachariah asked and made the pain worse with a movement of his hand.

"Damn it, Zachariah, stop it, please! I'll do it!" I said. "the answer is yes"

I could see Sam's disappointed look. But what should I do? Letting him die?

"Dean no!! " Sam yelled but was shut down by Zachariah.

"Call Michael," I said. A huge grin formed on Zachariah's face and he called for Michael.

Sam looked at me in shock. The room started to shake. I smiled at Sam with a wink to give him to understand that I wasn't letting them win.

"Michael is now on his way" Zachariah said.

"Of course I have a few conditions" I turned to him. I explained that I wanted a guarantee of the safety of a few people and them to bring y/n back.

"Oh she's gone. We can't bring her back. She's already in hell"

"But you brought me back?" I argued.

"Do you know what it took us to bring you back? We can't do that again" Zachariah said. I was mad at the angel as he turned away from me.

"There is one more thing.. Michael can't have me until he disintegrates you." I said. Zachariah wouldn't believe that his brother would kill him. "I'm more important to Michael than you are"

"You are nothing but a maggot, inside a worm's ass! Do you know who I am? After I deliver you to Michael?" Zachariah said as he grabbed me by the collar. "Michael would never kill me for you"

"Maybe not. But I will" I took an angel blade out of my jacket and stabbed Zachariah with it.

I reached for Adam and Sam and tried to get them out of the shaking room. I pulled Sam out and was about to reach for Adam's hand when the door closed and trapped him inside...

Castiel's pov:

Somehow I survived the suicide mission. I knew I had to go back to Sam, Dean and y/n. I needed to check on my girl to make sure she was alright. I went back to the warehouse and I found Sam and Dean walking outside. But y/n was missing?

"Sam! Dean!" I said as I went to the Winchesters.

"Cas hey! You are still alive" Dean pointed out.

"I made a promise that I would come back" I said. "Where is y/n anyways?"

Neither Sam or Dean was answering. They were both looking to the ground, sadness written on their faces.

"Cas y/n... She..." Sam said but he couldn't finish the sentence. I still knew what he meant but I couldn't believe it.

"No!" I said and took a few steps back.

"Cas she didn't make it" Dean said. I shook my head.

"No! No she isn't! Y/n is strong! She's a fighter! She. She"

"I'm so sorry Cas. She meant a lot to all of us" Sam said and I looked at him half mad half sad.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Her body is still in the room" Sam replied and looked back on the ground.

"You didn't brought her out of the room?!"

"We barely made it out ourselves!" Dean said. "Now y/n isn't even getting the hunters funeral that she deserves"

"Zachariah is going to pay for that" I said to myself, though it was loud enough for the others to understand.

"He already did. I killed him" Dean told me.

"Then Michael will pay next!" I said. I couldn't let y/n's death happen without any revenge. The angels took away what mattered the most to me.

Y/n showed me what humanity and life really meant. She showed me all the good things about it. I learned to love what I was willing to kill without questioning a few months ago. And now it was gone. The beauty and the reason for my still existence. I didn't want to exist anymore. All I wanted was to kill Michael and disappear after that. Because now they took the only beauty out of my life. And everything felt empty again.

#castiel #supernatural #castiel x reader #sam x reader #dean x reader #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagine #supernatural art #sam winchester #dean winchester

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years ago

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Hi, do you know of any good vamplock fics? I especially like the ones where John realises what Sherlock is and is like, into it. Tbh anything fluffy is good — I do like some angst but preferably nothing too dark. My favourite one ever is ‘An Acquired Taste’ by kinklock on ao3. Thank you as always for doing god’s work!

Hey Nonny!!

AHHHH Okay. I get asked about Vampirelock a lot, and all I ever offer is a REALLY old and ugly list that needs cleaning up. So you know what? I’m going to finally just... post an updated one with stuff people have suggested to me too. I haven’t really read any other ones since 2018, my personal recs are old. Like I’ve only 3 personal recs, LOL. But as I said, I’m going to go through all my past lists and compile them here so I finally have a nice list to point y’all to, LOL. So, it’s not EXACTLY your request... just check out the tags and make the decision to check out the fic! <3

Love you Nonny!

EDIT: I meant to upload this last month, so... Sorry?? LOL.

VAMPIRES (Dec 2020)

See also:

Vampirelock (Updated June 10, 2018 || Mine)

Johnlock & Bloodplay (bonus Vampires) (ALEXX LIST)

Vampires (ALEXX LIST)

Longer Vampire fics (ALEXX LIST)

A Study in Black by Reapersun (T, 27 Pages || Vampire AU Webcomic || Vampire Sherlock, Hunter John, Case Story, Supernatural Elements) – A Johnlock vampire AU with a bit of occult stuff.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w., 4 Ch. || Vampires AU || Vampire Sherlock, Misunderstandings, Bat!Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Humour, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst, Blood Drinking, Holmes Family, Slow Burn) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (E, 87,987 w., 14 Ch. || Vampire AU || Bonding, Vampire Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, H/C, John Whump, Magical Realism) – John isn’t exactly surprised to discover that Sherlock isn't human. His vampirism doesn't pose a problem, even when their relationship gradually grows into something more. That is, until a deadly revelation about John’s blood sends their lives spinning dangerously out of control.

MARKED FOR LATER

The Art of the Blood by Vulgarweed (E, 6,335 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon Vampire AU || Past Sherlock/Historical Character, Blood Drinking, Blood Play, Cutting, Hand Jobs, Frottage, First Time, Vampire Kink, Timeline Jumps) – Watson finds a disturbing, barbaric, medically out-of-fashion item among Holmes’s possessions, and simply cannot let it go. How does Holmes happen to own not just any bloodletting kit, but one that once belonged to a great violin master who died before Holmes was born? The answers revealed will change both their lives - forever. Warning for cutting, but not in a mental illness context.

Pulse by SoftTae (E, 6,620 w., 1 Ch. || Vampire AU || Vampire John, Human Sherlock, Dark John, Dub Con, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Blood Drinking, Anal, Light Bondage, Violent Sex, Biting, Vampire Sex, Angst, Preditor/Prey Dynamic) – This was written for a friend who asked for vampire John, and human Sherlock.

Making History by SaraDobieBauer (M, 8,622 w., 6 Ch. || Vampire AU || Season 1, Vampire John, Dark John, Bondage, Dub Con, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes lay unconscious and handcuffed to John’s bed. John had been waiting for this day ever since he’d first met the consulting detective. He'd been waiting for centuries really.

Let's Say I Let You In by kedgeree (E, 9,972 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Halloween, Costume Kink, Est. Rel., Humour, Smut, Vampire Sherlock, Bloodplay, Biting, Romance) – It's Halloween and Sherlock's vampire costume is turning John on, but Sherlock doesn't quite get the idea of a sexy vampire. At least…not at first. Part 4 of the Holidays series

Between the Tongue and the Taste by philalethia (E, 13,290 w., 1 Ch. || Vampire AU || Blood Drinking, Blood Play, Blood and Gore, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Daddy Kink, Daddy Sherlock, Vampire Sex) – In which John gets turned into a vampire and everything gets a bit weird.

Nine Tenths of the Law by bendingsignpost (M, 18,545 w., 3 Ch. || Modern Vampire AU || Territorial / Possessiveness, Dark John, BAMF!John, Vampire John) – John knows what's his - of course he'll kill for it.

The Halloween Party by XistentialAngst (M, 19,044 w., 3 Ch. || Halloween, Sexy Sherlock, Vampires, Costumes/Disguises, Mutual Masturbation, BAMF John, First Time, Humour, Romance, Frottage, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John attend a Halloween party on the trail of a vampire killer -- a man who's been seducing his victims and taking all their blood. Sexy costumes, bad puns, hideous danger, frantic sex in hidden places and some Halloween-flavored fluff are all on hand to "treat" you. Boo.

Still of the Night by michi_thekiller (E, 30,762 w., 22 Ch. || 1950s Dark Vampire Greaser AU || Vampire Sherlock, Greaser Sherlock, Nerd John, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Period-Typical Homophobia, Horror, Seduction) – 1.) Curfew must be obeyed. 2.) Streets must be clear by sundown. 3.) If you find yourself out after curfew, seek shelter at the home of a friend, relative, or neighbor whom you know and trust. 4.) Under NO CIRCUMSTANCES should any unknown persons be allowed into the home after curfew.

Sanguineous Serendipity by CarmillaCarmine (E, 34,783 w., 14 Ch. || Vampire AU || Alternate First Meeting, Turning a Character, Vampire Sherlock, Captain John, POV John, Feeding, Blood Drinking, Crossdressing Sherlock, Genderfluid Character, Sherlock in Heels, Transphobic Behaviour, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Soulmates, Romance, Happy Ending) – Vampire Sherlock meets a dying John in a field hospital in Afghanistan and gives him a whole new life.

How to become a (nice) vampire in 10 days by MorganeUK (T, 39,366 w., 17 Ch. || Vampire AU || Mystrade with Side Johnlock, Vampire Holmes Brothers, Developing Relationship, Protective Mycroft, Sick Lestrade, Angst with Happy Ending) – After something bad happened, Mycroft Holmes must help Greg to get his life back. Even if the only way to help him is to open himself like he never did before... Part 2 of the Vampires BBC Sherlock AU series

Soldier of Fortune by Laiquilasse (E, 47,116 w., 25 Ch. || Vampire AU || Soldiers, Vampire Sherlock, Anal Sex, Top Sherlock) – The only vampire working with the military police, Sherlock is sent to investigate a mysterious death in a regiment in Afghanistan. Given Captain John Watson as a go-to man, Sherlock can't work out if the man is distracting him from the case, or aiding him. And in this case, everyone is a suspect. Part 1 of Fighting For Air

The Vampires of London by consultingdetective (E, 72,660 w., 21 Ch. || Dracula AU || Pining Sherlock, Army Doctor John, Sharing a Bed, Porn With Feelings, Plot Twists) – Over one hundred years after the first battle, a series of murders have caught the attention of London's police force and Sherlock Holmes. While most of the city has forgotten the vampire that once walked its streets, the descendants of the Van Helsing, Harker, and Seward families have not.

Stranger at the Gate by bendingsignpost (E, 85,190 w., 11 Ch. || Vampire AU || Vampire Sherlock, John with a Sword, Hypnotism, Vampire Sex, Dub-Con, Lying Sherlock, Vampire Puberty) - As far as initiation rites go, kidnapping a human doctor from a defended town ought to seem extreme. When James Moriarty offers him the challenge, Sherlock never considers saying no.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #vampires au #vamplock #my fic recs #Anonymous

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crescent-yoon · 4 years ago

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only in my lucid dreams

Part 3

★ Seojun's POV ★

all i could hear beneath my feet was the crunching of snow. it snowed heavily the previous night, making it difficult for me if i had chosen to ride my bike. i was finally coming back to this school after so long and i was nervous. nervous to see you outside of these dreams.

your eyes were just as i had seen them every night - dim yet warm and full of life - as you had set your eyes on me with that brightness that was only shown to me. your hair down and eyes full of wonder as always. when i saw you in these dreams, you had always looked as beautiful as ever. even if you were just simply wearing a pair of ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie. ever so rarely wearing something out of the ordinary for you.

even last night you had worn the clothes that seemed to give you the most comfort, while i had wanted so desperately to show you my uniform. the colors that should've been recognizable to both you and i, sparking your curiosity. sparking that wonder in your eyes.

"why are you wearing that?" you asked as curiosity had played on your face. "it's... a bit different from your usual attire, Seojun."

i couldn't help but to mentally adore how that expression made you look so.. cute.

"yes, well, my mom is a bit sick so my sister and i need to switch schools." i tilted my head to the side just a bit, hoping to give off the cockiest of smirks only for a mix of sincerity and playfulness to show in my expression. "why? are you happy that we're going to the same school, Y/n?"

"so happy i could have a heart attack right now from the overwhelming joy that i'm feeling right now?" you playfully rolled your eyes at me as i gave you a light shove in response, just as we had always done whenever we were enjoying each other's company.

"yeah, yeah. no need to go overboard." i laughed as i took your hand into my own. your hand was cold yet comforting at the same time. it had always been this way as i had kept my thoughts, wondering if you had seen me as a man. "besides, i used to attend this school but things got crazy in my life so i had to move away."

"makes sense, i suppose." everytime you always had little to say, but you never strayed away from me. you did zone out constantly and always made me wonder about the gears turning in your head.

"i know that it's a bit strange but.. do you see me as a man or just a figment of your imagination?" i had asked, truly curious. unfortunately for me, you were so zoned out that you hadn't heard a single word.

"earth to Y/n?" i playfully and softly tapped the bottom of your chin to gain your attention as i had always done. "clearly you weren't listening but i asked you if you-"

you disappeared as i was going to ask again and that had only meant that you had woken up. i was going to get ready for the day too when another dream had started.

i saw you in our school uniform, presumably on your way home after school. you were walking alone unsuspectingly when two huge men had grabbed ahold of you and tried to shove you into a dark looking van. i couldn't hear anything in this dream but one of the guys lips had read, "whether we have to threaten her or threaten you, your mother owes us money and we'll just keep hold of you until she finally pays up."

immediately without hesitation, i felt my feet running. of course i'd run to you. i had to save you. but just as i got close, the ringing of my alarm clock had sounded and i had to get ready for school, that dream set in my mind.

the sight, the feeling, the sounds. all of it felt unbelievably... real.

snapping out of my thoughts, i had walked past the snow covered trees towards the school gates. until i had seen... you. i'm glad that you were still okay which had only meant the event was something that would happen in the future, keeping this in mind, i would discreetly keep an eye on you. even as i remembered the dream before that.

the feel of your hand in mine, the racing of my heart, the curiosity on your face. every bit of it felt so surreal. why is it you, y/n? why do you keep appearing in my dreams like this? at first... at first i thought that you were only meant to be a figment of my imagination. someone that i had made up in spite of my loneliness.

but then the dreams had kept occurring and it all felt too real. especially when i had seen you in real life, in the real world. you hadn't noticed me as you had that zoned expression on your face, unaware that you had brushed my shoulder. that familiar warm, tingly sensation had been felt all over my body. it was really you. and i knew your weren't my imagination when i had heard you lost in thought mumbling the words of "who are you" and "why are we connected, han seojun?".

even now, you looked exactly like you did in my dreams. there was no way that this could all just be... an eery coincidence. but when our eyes met, i knew. i knew that we were connected somehow.

should i approach you? no, i'd look strange. should i pretend as if i had never seen you before? but i had seen you before, in person and in my dreams.

then i had noticed it.

i noticed that unlike me, you weren't wearing a winter coat, though the snow continued to gently land on your eyelashes and melt on your cheeks and nose, a slight shiver coming over your body.

those same warm eyes, they were filled with familiarity and they made me wonder. do you recognize me? you seemed to.

i was going to muster up the courage to approach you until a friend had dragged me away with the ring of the bell.

snapping out of my thoughts and out of the cold weather, i'd been dragged to 2b and there our gazes met again.

i don't know what you were doing but suddenly i had seen you put your hands to the temples of your forehead. at first i had thought you had gotten a headache until i realized. you were concentrating really hard on something. i realized that you're acting just as i did when i realized you were real, probably thinking you had some sort of super power and that thought was so funny that it had me holding back laughter.

"um.. are you okay, y/n?" Suho had asked you as Jugyeong felt your forehead to check your temperature. Their concern had made it even harder to hold back my laughter.

"ahaha, yes, well." you had looked down until you had turned around and saw me laughing.

"so weird." i shook my head, genuinely trying to stop laughing but you looked so much like a confused puppy that it was hard to stop. "what are you even doing, Y/n?"

"huh?" your head tilted in confusion. "how do you-"

i hadn't even realized that i had let your name slip from my mouth. of course i shouldn't have been able to know your name without ever truly meeting you, right? trying to find my way out of the situation, i had remembered that every student had to wear a plated name tag on their shirt.

"nametag." i pointed at the silver plated pin on your jacket. creating a quiet atmosphere before looking out into the hallway from the classroom window with a clearing of my throat.

suddenly i had felt a hard pinch on the back of my neck and it hurt badly. it was almost as if you were trying to make sure i was real. i wanted to ask you why you did that in a calm manner but it had hurt so bad that i had scolded you with a stern and slightly raised voice saying, "why? what do you want so bad that you have to pinch me on my neck like that?"

not realizing a had lowered the volume of our chattering classmates, their eyes all turned in our direction. you very quietly and quickly apologized as you headed back to your seat. i has realized that i had probably embarrassed you. i wanted to apologize but before i could, our teacher had walked in and began class. even with the teacher starting class, my eyes only lingered on you.

the day had been over with and as the students began piling out of the building, i noticed that the snowfall had gotten worse and thought about how you hadn't worn a jacket to school today. amongst all my thoughts, i had also remembered that dream. the one where you had been in danger and i don't think that i could've allowed you to walk home. especially because you had told me once in a dream that you had lived alone.

when you had began taking a step forward, i decided to stop you and had pulled you into my chest.

"Han Seojun?" you looked up in surprise at me, those sparkling eyes staring at me once again. "what's wrong?"

"i know it's a bit weird of me to request something of you when we just met but i need you to trust me." i frowned, taking off my jacket and wrapping it around you seeing as that i couldn't stand to see you cold, teeth slightly chattering. "don't go home today. i need you to come with me."

i didn't really expect you to go with me. after all, you only knew me inside of these dreams we shared. who were you to trust a stranger. but then i saw this determined nod you gave and i felt my heart racing as you had told me-

"i trust you"

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

#oimld #only in my lucid dreams #han seojun #han seo joon #han seojun x reader #han seojun imagine #han seojun x you

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texanredrose · 3 years ago

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Okay, to put some limitations on this, I’m only including the WIPs that I’ve done more than a synopsis for... that I can remember... that’s on Google Drive... that I actually think I might post one day... but haven’t posted yet because my posted WIPs are fairly easy to identify... okay... I got tagged by @unsteadyshade and I’m tagging @faunusrights and @alexlayer69

1) Across Time - Inuyasha AU where Weiss gets thrown back in time to the ancient past, where she meets two demons (Yang and Blake) warring against each other over a misunderstanding.

2) Alpha’s Devotion - Omega’s Strength, but from Winter’s POV.

3) Bears, Oh My - An exhausted Winter, lost on a hike, comes across a cabin where Yang lives with her three pet bears.

4) Brave New World - Continuation of the Dishonored AU where Ruby and Winter reflect on the new Mantle.

5) Bruised - Third installment to the ace!Yang AU.

6) Coming Home - Based on Dash’s Tiny Knight AU, Princess Blake is betrayed and stranded far from home and must rely on a reticent knight named Weiss to return to her kingdom.

7) Complications Always Arise - Papa Schnee is demanding Weiss marry before he’ll allow her to take his place as head of the SDC, so Yang volunteers to pretend to be Weiss’ beloved. No one else knows the relationship is fake, least of all Blake and Winter, and it’s just a bunch of pain.

8) Divided - Continuation of the By Moonlight AU where Whitley returns to the castle and Winter’s not upset by that- and Winter’s upset by the fact she’s not upset and has to figure out why her inner wolf is cool with this when she should, by all rights, be furious.

9) Dragonsbane - Mage Knight Winter hears tale of a dragon in the countryside that the local villages wish to see vanquished. Winter, however, has other plans.

10) Eye of the Beholder - Blinded and near death after a battle, Winter is rescued by the mysterious Yang and is nursed back to health despite her protests otherwise. (It’s a Medusa!AU.)

11) Fabled - Fable 3 AU where Princess Ruby and Princess Yang are forced to confront the fact that Queen Raven has lost her fucking mind, only to discover that fear drove the woman insane- a fear they must confront themselves.

12) Fields of Love - Farmer Yang offers a job and housing to apparent single mother Winter and her young daughter Penny. What starts as a kind gesture grows into something so much more.

13) Full Circle - Van Helsing (2004) AU, Winter and Weiss, amnesiacs employed by the church to handle all manner of unholy problems, are sent to discover what happened to King Taiyang. Along the way, they become wrapped up in a centuries spanning prophecy and a bloodline hanging in the balance.

14) High Bar, Low Blow - Yang owns a bar where the gimmick is that everyone’s an out of work actor and the staff is staging an ongoing drama on par with a soap opera to keep their customers coming back. Winter joins the staff and then things get a bit real.

15) Hoodlums and Hijinks - Robin Hood AU where Princess Winter and Princess Weiss are just as in favor for overthrowing the king as the group of bandits run by Ruby, Yang, and Blake.

16) Last One 2: Electric Boogaloo (title subject to change) - a sequel to Last One where the haunt continues.

17) Lexical Access - Sequel to Tip of the Tongue, where Yang gives her girlfriend a bit of roleplaying payback.

18) Little Red - Carmen Sandiego AU where Ruby was kidnapped adopted by a group of thieves and raised to become the world’s greatest thief, but a chance meeting with Penny via a stolen phone opens her eyes to the wider world, and she meets the rebellious heiress Weiss, street smart Blake, and brawler Yang, creating a team that works to foil Ruby’s former friends while eluding capture by mysterious operatives with a somewhat familiar white color scheme...

19) Long Term Investment - Yang, a fae who lives in the woods, makes a deal with Princess Winter to save the Queen. The price? Winter’s firstborn. Winter misunderstands how she’s expected to get pregnant and Yang’s never actually intended to collect. Next thing Yang knows, Winter’s moving into the clearing beside her tree home.

20) Miscalculation - Another Omegaverse AU where Weiss is an omega and Blake and Yang are alphas, except Weiss lied and said she was an alpha when enrolling in Beacon and now she’s locked in a room with Blake and Yang on the verge of starting her heat. Sharing is caring.

21) More Than Words Can Say - Winter, rendered mute by a military accident early in her career, is honestly the best girlfriend Yang’s ever had. However, tonight’s the night they’ve decided to get intimate, and that includes showing some scars that they don’t show often. It’s less about sex and more about trust and intimacy.

22) Music of the Night - Phantom of the Opera AU where the mysterious, disfigured shade of the opera house, Weiss, finds herself at odds with the rich, jovial Yang in a competition for Blake’s heart. Then there’s Adam being a dick, too, and the opera house has never seen so much drama.

23) My Heart Will Go On - It’s the Titanic, but double the rich, unwilling-to-marry ladies and triple the won-a-ticket-to-a-ship ruffians. Penny’s there too; she, like Ruby, just really likes ships.

24) One Fucking Favor - Winter’s due for a long assignment and wants to make a sex tape for stress relief purposes. Yang doesn’t ask questions; she’s just the one with the camera. But then, Winter’s partner for the vid doesn’t show up. What’s Yang going to do about it?

25) Prophecy - Star Wars AU where Ruby, Yang, and Blake are trained as Jedi, Winter and Weiss are part of the clone army, and Ruby’s the chosen one. That’s a lot of pressure to put on someone, but Senator Salem is there to lend a helping hand...

26) Propositioned - Faunus experience bouts of heat; sometimes, they can safely ignore it and go about their lives, but every now and again, they really can’t. Concerned for Blake’s health as she’s skipped too many heats to be healthy, Yang sets up a partner for Blake’s heat. Blake’s not a fan but she does like the idea of banging Weiss Schnee.

27) Proven - ARK: Survival Evolved AU where Winter, after being ‘won’ by Yang, is taken into the bowels of the earth to learn how the underground tribes who inhabit the area survive in such an unforgiving environment. As she acclimates to the tribe’s ways, she finds herself carving out her own path, culminating in facing off against the Queen and proving herself worthy.

28) Reaping What You Sow - When Winter escaped to the countryside with Penny to start a farm, she knew she had her work cut out for her. In need of help and facing a harsh cold season, she hires Yang, a one armed drifter, to help her. The two end up needing the other more than they could’ve imagined.

29) Tear My Heart Open - Blake thought she understood how the world worked. As a member of the White Fang Gang, all she needed to do was keep everyone motivated to continue their ongoing street war against the police and authorities bent on keeping them down. But while running from the cops, she’s offered sanctuary in the home of one Weiss Schnee and her girlfriend, Yang. From there, her perception of the world is completely upended.

30) The Duel - After her father offered her hand in marriage to the winner of a tournament, Winter opted to assume a disguise and fight for the prize herself. In the final match, she faces Yang Xiao Long, a competitor she’s come to know quite well, and she finds her conviction to win wavering slightly. Is it enough to lose her the fight?

31) The Lies We Tell Ourselves - Weiss has made it; she’s opened her tattoo shop in Vale, well away from her father, and aside from a bad first impression with the florists across the parking lot, everything’s looking up for her- until her father finds her. Luckily, Blake’s been through some shit and doesn’t mind helping Weiss drive daddy dearest up the wall, even if it means letting her own parents think she’s dating Weiss. It’s not like either of them is going to catch feelings... unless...

32) The Princess’ Bride - After losing her fiancée to the dreaded White Fang Pirates, Yang vows to take to the sea herself and exact her revenge. Princess Weiss finds herself falling madly in love with Yang, who still loves Blake, and all this is thrown into even more chaos when Yang gets kidnapped and Blake comes back from the dead!

33) Two for One - Yes, another Omegaverse AU. Five years after the fall of Beacon, Yang and Blake cross paths, each believing the other has spent the time keeping their mutual mate, Weiss, safe. When they realize Weiss is with neither of them, old wounds are torn open, but before they can resolve their dispute, Winter captures the both of them and hauls them to a remote part of Atlas where an SDC facility has been turned into a fortress. There, they find a mortally wounded Weiss clinging to life and raising twins daughters; she gives her mates until her death to endear themselves to their children, else the twins might opt to stay with Winter and be kept from Blake and Yang for good. Between learning about their kids, Blake and Yang navigate their complicated feelings and try to reconnect with Weiss, all while a sinister force gathers to destroy the fortress and steal the prize within.

34) Weaknesses - Loosely set in the Glamour AU, Yang is being forced to assume her mother’s position as leader of their vampire coven. Her fellow vamps disapprove of Yang’s werewolf girlfriend. Winter, of course, doesn’t care.

I got lazy and cut a bunch out. No, fuck you, I don’t have too many AUs, I will add more if I want. Also, some of these, the first chapter is posted on my Patreon. Don’t ask me which ones; I genuinely have no idea. I’m bad at this, y’all.

#Me jokingly: I'll number them so I can prove I don't have too many!#Present me is pissed at past me #I just know someone's gonna come at me for this but whatever #I can't control the words they just come as they please

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vintagedolan · 5 years ago

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no service (gbd)

the boys do their first no tech challenge since you and grayson get together, and though they make it, something goes terribly wrong at home

word count: 5k

warnings/tags: angst, worried!grayson, hurt!y/n

feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy :)

Your POV:

“I dunno, I just have a weird feeling about this one.” Grayson’s fingers were twisting and untwisting the hem of your shirt, his nerves evident as you laid next to him in bed.

“Gray you’re gonna be fine, it’s just like before. You’ve got the van, and you’ve done survival stuff. Everything is gonna work out. I am gonna miss you though,” you gave him a sad smile.

Since you’d started dating, you’d been attached at the hip. You still had an apartment of your own, but if you were honest you needed to just bite the bullet and sell it - you practically lived with the twins, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. But that also meant that this was going to be the first long-ish stretch that you weren’t with each other.

“It’s just 7 days baby, it’ll go by so fast.” Now he was comforting you, of course.

“You’re gonna have the best time, I can’t wait to see the video when you get home.”

“I’d send you pictures, but you know we won’t have our phones,” he sighed, running a finger along your jawline. “Not being able to see this face all week is gonna suck.”

You blushed deep red, warming his fingertips before you pulled away and crawled across the bed.

“Hey, where ya goin’?” Grayson pouted, but you ignored him for a second, going over to the dresser where you kept some of your clothes full time. You reached down, pulling out the little album that you’d been making as a gift for Grayson down the road. You pulled out one of your favorite pictures; from one of the first weeks that you’d been dating, it was the two of you with the LA skyline in the background, with you looking up at him as he smiled.

“Here, take this with you.” You handed him the photo. “I know E will probably give you shit, but just hide it somewhere. Make sure you bring it back though, that one’s my favorite.”

“I love you,” he responded, but you barely heard it, because at that exact moment Ethan was banging on the door and yelling “GRAY! C’mon it’s time to go!”

“And i’m going to kill my brother,” he groaned, reaching out and pulling you to him tightly, falling back on the bed. You landed on top of him, and his lips were on yours before you could say anything. He kissed you roughly for a minute, a bit of urgency there as he knew you weren’t going to be able to do this again for a while. Ethan knocked on the door again, and you felt Graysons arms tighten as he rolled over, putting you underneath him

“Go Gray, before he beats the door down,” you teased, pushing gently on his chest.

“I could just stay here with you,” he countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Go,” You giggled, pushing harder.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, kissing you again before getting up. “Alright E, I’m coming!”

You followed him to the door where Ethan was standing in the doorway.

“Finally get him to stop crying and leave?” E asked.

“Oh shut up,” you teased, pushing on his chest so you could get by. He followed you, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you headed out to the van, which you knew was already packed.

You stayed out of the shot as they filmed a little intro explaining what they were doing. Grayson was so much more excited these days in all the videos, but even more so in the ones that had to do with adventures. You watched as the locked their phones in the box they’d used before, storing it under the benches in the van.

Once the cameras cut, Gray made his way back over to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“I love you. I’m gonna miss you so much,” he murmured into your hair.

“I love you too Gray. Be safe.”

“You too. Call Ricky if you need anything okay? He’ll still have his phone for emergencies.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

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Grayson’s POV

His mind was already wandering as he continued driving down the road, already in Arizona. They were headed to Big Bend National Park, with the new challenge of not using their phones for navigation. Ethan was actually a good navigator, so once he got on the right highway it was just a matter of driving through Arizona and Texas, then down to the Mexico border to get to the park.

“I think all this footage is gonna be sick, and I’m excited to get some star shots once we get to the park,” Ethan said. Gray just nodded along, watching the road.

“You good bro? You’re off, I can feel it.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just have a pit in my stomach about this whole thing. It’s makin’ me anxious,” Grayson explained, fists tightening on the wheel of the van. Ricky was in the back, sound asleep.

“What about it though? Is it something specific?” Ethan asked.

“I can’t put my finger on it. I just have a weird feeling. I’m sure it’s nothing, I’m just in my head.”

“Is it Y/N?”

Sometimes, Grayson really hated sharing a mind. And this was one of those times. He stayed silent, which was enough of an answer for Ethan.

“She’s a fully capable person Gray. She’s gonna be fine without you for a few days.”

“Thanks asshole, I know. Just drop it.”

“Whatever,” Ethan shrugged, settling down into his chair a bit more, crossing his arms and getting comfy for the long trip ahead.

And a long trip it was. They made it to the park around 1am, and were amazed at what they saw. Above them was the whole milky way, clear as day.

They shot a quick clip explaining the main reason they’d come all the way to Big Bend.

“It’s a certified dark zone, which means no one is allowed to have building with lights out here. So theres no light pollution at all, it’s one of the best places in the world to see the stars,” Ethan explained. Grayson wasn’t paying too much attention; instead he was gazing up, and suddenly missing who he wanted beside him more than anything.

It was going to be a long few days.

Your POV:

The first four days were alright. You spent your time wandering around the house, enjoying all the space. You sat in Ethan’s comfy chair in the living room while you watched netflix, cuddled up in one of Grayson’s blankets from his bed that you’d dragged with you. It smelled like him, and it was comforting.

When that got boring you’d change into a swim suit, heading out to the pool - you’d given it a good cleaning, which you knew the boys would be thankful for when they got back. You were determined to get more of a tan than Gray by the end of the summer, and if you had any chance at all you needed to get a head start.

By day five, the boredom was starting to get to you. You wanted to talk to Grayson, see his face, see his smile, hear his laugh. You even resorted to going back and watching a few of your favorite videos of theirs, just to hear his voice. You felt pathetic while you did it, but you also couldn’t really bring yourself to care too much if you were honest. All throughout the day you caught yourself pulling out your phone to text him, but you knew he wouldn’t see them.

Still, you’d send a message just for fun, knowing he would see them once he got back and was allowed to have his phone. You could just imagine his face when he got back and saw all the little messages you’d left.

miss youuuuu

hey u should come home now, k thanks

I stole your favorite hoodie and you’re never getting it back oops

im gonna hide all your building stuff, that’s the level of boredom i’m at

this shit sucks

i love you

I wanna go on the next adventure :(

But as you sent the last one, it sparked an idea.

You could make your own adventure. Nothing was stopping you, and you had nothing better to do. The weather was nice, and there was supposed to be some good surf coming in.

And so, that was that. You packed up a towel, your wetsuit and some sunscreen, heading out to the car. You decided to take the Bronco, just because it had the surf rack on top. Grayson still wasn’t too keen on anyone driving his car, but he trusted you with it more than Ethan, and you knew he wouldn’t really care.

So you packed up your surfboard, struggling a bit to get it on top of the roof and strapped down - Grayson always made it look so damn easy. But you managed, finally getting in and heading to the beach. The drive was beautiful, as always, but you missed being in the passenger seat with Grayson’s hand on your thigh.

Damn. These last few days were gonna suck.

Grayson’s POV:

“I think we’re really getting the hang of this bro. I’m excited. We could do this full time, for real,” Grayson grinned, packing up a few things in the van while Ethan filled up the packs with water. Ricky was filming, so he took the opportunity to explain what was happening.

“So guys, today we’re going on the longest, and most difficult hike in Big Bend. It’s called South Rim, it’s about 14 miles total, but we’re gonna split it up and actually camp about halfway so we can get even cooler views tonight. Now, Ethan and I like to say we’re hikers, but honestly, we kinda suck.”

“Yeah, we uh, we’re not great,” Ethan chimed in.

“So this should be fun!”

“Oh yeah, great time.”

“And obviously we don’t have our phones, so we’re gonna have no idea what time it is, we won’t be able to call for help if we get, ya know, mauled by a mountain lion or something.”

“Bro, why would you say that!?” Ethan groaned.

“It’s the truth! Well, I guess Ricky has his phone though, so we’d be alright.”

“My phone hasn’t had service since we got here,” Ricky countered from behind the camera.

“Oh we are so fucked dude,” Ethan grumbled.

And in all honesty, it put a bit of a pit in Gray’s stomach, knowing he wouldn’t be able to contact anybody if something happened. But he pushed the thought from his mind, moving to help his brother pack up the tent and begin their trek.

Your POV:

The beach wasn’t too crowded, which was a blessing. When you said you liked to surf, it usually meant that you liked to catch 1 wave out of the 50 you tried for. You were a beginner, that was for sure. There were only about 20 people on the entire beach, and a few surfers out on the break, with the lifeguard keeping a close eye on them.

Even if you didn’t feel it, you looked the part in your wetsuit, board tucked under your arm. You snapped a quick picture, sending it to Grayson’s non-existent phone just for kicks.

wish you were here! you’d be laughing at how much I’m gonna suck. love you!

After it sent, you put it away in the waterproof box you’d brought. You made your way over to the lifeguard station, waving up at the man sitting atop the chair.

“Hey, I’m here by myself, do you care if I leave this box here with you?” You asked politely.

“Yeah that’s fine. Be careful out there,” he responded, not taking his eyes off the water. You put it down by the legs of the chair, jogging towards the water. The ocean was cold when it hit your skin but you adjusted quickly, diving in and heading out to the break.

And as you predicted, you missed practically every single one you tried to get up on. You hit the water over and over again, your arms sore from pushing up to standing, even if it was to no avail.

You began paddling in after about an hour, accepting defeat, when suddenly you noticed everyone beside you paddling out instead of in.

The lifeguard’s whistle came too late. By the time you turned around, the wave was already there, towering feet above any that had come prior.

And you were right in the break.

You’d read about these before. Rouge waves, you remembered. Random waves that come from nowhere, with no apparent cause. You had just enough time to suck in your breath before it crashed directly over your head.

It felt like the inside of a washing machine looked - that was the only way you could describe it. And then you felt something warm on your head, and everything went black.

Grayson’s POV:

It was the morning of day six, and Grayson had never been more ready to get home. The pit in his stomach was a rock now, and he had no explanation for it at all.

“Bro we’re actually disgusting. Like we need a real shower somewhere, or we’re never gonna get the smell out of this van,” Ethan said. And he was right. After all the hiking and sleeping in the tent, the three of them reeked.

“We could do a gas station shower, we just gotta map our way there without our phones. I don’t think that breaks the rules, we just aren’t supposed to use technology,” Ricky shrugged.

“Alright sick, we might as well start driving. Gray, you okay?” E asked.

“Yeah. Just don’t feel good,” he mumbled. He kept himself curled up in the back of the van, head resting on the table as Ethan found his way out of the park and towards the nearest town.

Grayson couldn’t figure out what was bothering him so much. He wasn’t dehydrated, he hadn’t eaten anything bad. He should be having the time of his life, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. It was like the time that Ethan had cut his leg open when they were kids; Grayson wasn’t near him, but he just knew. It was exactly that feeling, except Ethan was right there in front of him, perfectly fine. So he just kept his head down, hoping whatever it was would pass.

They found the gas station about 45 minutes later, and the three of them headed in eagerly. Maybe a good warm shower would clear his mind.

And once he was done, he did feel better. But only slightly. It was getting harder to breathe. He headed out, noticing that Ricky was already in the van and Ethan was waiting outside.

“Gray, dude you don’t look good. What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m getting sick man. I’ve been sick to my stomach since yesterday, and I feel like I can’t breathe now. Maybe I’ve got a really bad allergy to something out here. I’m sorry man, I’m trying to shake it so I can be up for the video, but I don’t know where it’s coming from.”

“Guys.” Ricky’s voice was serious, much more serious than normal.

“What’s up?” E asked.

“I just got service again, and I’ve got 12 missed calls, all from the same number. I don’t recognize it though. LA area code.”

“Call it. Call it now.” Grayson’s answer came before he could even think about it. He felt like he was going to hurl.

Ricky dialed it back quickly, holding the phone up to his ear. The twins climbed in the back, sitting down across from him at the table.

“This is he.” Ricky said. “Um, yeah, yeah he’s right here.”

Grayson’s blood went ice cold when Ricky held the phone out for him.

“It’s for you.”

He felt robotic and he reached out, taking the phone and putting it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Mr. Grayson Dolan?”

“Yes.”

“Hi Grayson. We’re just calling on behalf of Ms. Y/N Y/L/N from King Hospital, you’re listed as her primary emergency contact.”

“Is she alright? What happened?”

“She’s stable right now. We don’t have all of the details, she’s been in and out of consciousness. She was in an accident -”

“Accident?” Grayson’s voice cracked, and Ethan stiffened up beside him. As if it was instinct, he felt his brothers hand on his shoulder, anchoring him just enough that he could listen.

“She was out surfing at Manhattan Beach, the lifeguards said there was a rouge wave. They got her out quickly, but they think she hit her head on some rocks when she went under. She wasn’t breathing when they got to her, but she was stabilized in the ambulance. She told us to call Ricky off her phone when she was conscious because you wouldn’t have your phone. We’ve had her sedated so her brain could rest, but it looks like we’re going to need to take her in for surgery, because we found some deep lacerations on her head and want to check for anymore significant damage.”

“Surgery?” Grayson expected himself to go numb, but he almost had the opposite. He was so overwhelmed that it was crippling. “How soon?”

“As soon as we’re able. She isn’t able to give consent, so we needed to get in contact with you if possible. Are you able to get here quickly?”

“I’m - I’m not in the state, I’m in Texas.”

“Well, a telephone consent will do,” the nurse said.

“Oh. Okay, yeah. Yeah, I consent. Do what you need to, please just be careful.” It was dumb thing to say, he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Thank you Mr. Dolan, we will. And we’ll keep you updated. Should we call at this number, or the one you have listed?”

“The one I have listed is fine, I have it now.”

Ethan knew exactly what that meant and was immediately scrambling to find the box with their phones while Ricky got the key ready off his keychain.

“Alright, speak soon Mr. Dolan.”

And with that she hung up the phone.

“I’m gonna be sick,” were the only words that Grayson could manage as he crawled to the back of the van and hurled over the bumper. Ethan followed him, holding onto his shoulders and trying to stabilize him so he didn’t fall out.

“What do we need to do Gray?”

“Drive. We need to get home, now.”

Without further questions, Ricky climbed into the drivers seat as they closed up the back of the van, immediately heading in the direction of California.

When Gray finally managed to get enough air in his lungs, he was able to look up at Ethan, who was sitting opposite of him.

“Y/N’s hurt. I think it’s pretty bad.”

“Tell me what happened.”

And so he did, to the best of his ability. He didn’t have very much information, which was the hard part. But he told his brother everything that the nurse did.

“Well, if she was with it enough to give them Ricky’s number instead of yours, that’s good. That means she was alright when they got her in the ambulance.”

“Right. I wonder if she tried to call me.” The thought made his stomach tighten.

“Your phone was dead, it’s charging up front right now. Either way, we’re headed back as quick as we can.”

Grayson noted that the van was moving quite quickly - Ricky was definitely speeding, but he didn’t care.

“E.”

“I know Gray. I’m scared too. But she’s gonna be alright. She has to be.”

She’s gonna be alright

He repeated the words over and over again in his head, sometimes mumbling them aloud. A few minutes later, his phone was charged. Ethan climbed to the front to get it. Without having to ask, Ethan knew that Grayson wanted him to screen his texts, just to see. And he could tell there were texts from her just by his face.

“E. If she text me about all this and I didn’t answer, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

“She wouldn’t have been able to, she didn’t take her phone in the water. These are all from before.”

He held out his hand.

Looking at the texts was his undoing. He could hear her voice, clear as day in his head as he read them, making it all the much harder. He began to sob, uncontrollable ragged sounds. Ethan put an arm around his shoulder in silent support, as he often did. And Ricky continued down the road.

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It was the longest 15 hours of his life. They’d checked to make sure it wasn’t quicker to stop in Phoenix and put Grayson on a flight - driving straight through was faster. But god it felt like it was taking years. He held the picture he had of him and Y/N in his hand, but he couldn’t look at it for too long without losing it.

Ethan was driving now, with Grayson in the passenger seat - he hadn’t been forced to take a turn, everyone knew he was in no shape to drive.

Everyone in the car was on edge, which meant they all jumped practically to the ceiling when Grayson’s phone rang. He answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Dolan?” It was a different voice this time.

“Yes.”

“Hi, this is Y/N’s surgeon, just calling with an update. Y/N is out of surgery, and she did great! No complications, and the damage seems pretty minimal, though we’ll have to see once she wakes up.”

He took his first real breath in the last 15 hours.

“That’s great news. Thank you.”

“So she’s in recovery right now, but she’s gonna be unconscious for the next 30 minutes or so. Should we be expecting you?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m headed there right now, I should be there in about 25 minutes according to my GPS.”

“Alright perfect. Well, she’s in room 828 on the post op wing when you get here, just sign in at the desk and we’ll bring you up. We’ll take good care of her.”

“Thank you so much doctor.”

“She’s alright. Out of surgery, should be waking up soon,” he explained as soon as he hung up. The relief was obvious, especially for Ethan. Gray had been so caught up in his own worry that he’d forgotten how worried Ethan must be - Y/N was practically his sister. Grayson watched as his brother pressed just a tiny bit more on the gas, racing towards the hospital.

When they arrived, Grayson couldn’t get out of the van fast enough. He bolted for the entrance, with Ethan in tow. Ricky stayed in the car out of privacy, offering to get them anything they needed.

They went through the motions of check in - something they were all too familiar with - and Grayson followed the nurse up to the post op floor, where he was transferred over to the nurse that had initially called him.

“She’s starting to stir just a bit. Just to prepare you, we aren’t sure how confused she’s going to be when she wakes up. With the mixture of anesthesia and her concussion, she may be very out of it. Just be patient with her, she should come around to her normal self within the next few hours. She’s right through here.” The nurse stopped outside the door, opening the door with a gentle push.

“You wanna go alone, or do you want me with you?” Ethan asked, hesitating.

“With me.” He didn’t have to think about it.

Grayson went in first, and if Ethan hadn’t been behind him, he probably would have fallen to his knees. Y/N was in the hospital bed, gown over her still form, her head partially wrapped in gauze. She had oxygen tubes in her nose and was breathing deeply, laying flat on her back, eyes closed. Just the image of her in the whole hospital garb was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He hated it more than he could have imagined.

Once he was stable enough on his feet, Grayson headed to her bedside. As he got closer, she started to stir a bit, fingers twitching as he sat down as gently as he could on the side of her bed. It was as if she knew he was there already, even though he hadn’t said a word or touched her at all.

“Mmmmmm.” She started to make a noise, her dry lips parting.

“Baby?” Grayson leaned forward, taking her hand in his, careful not to move her IV.

“Mmm- mad.” She mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Mad?” He looked back at Ethan for clarification, but he just nodded. Grayson raised a hand up to cup her cheek, and she smiled, resting her head in his palm. He revealed in the feeling, taking it in.

“Bronco.” This time, her word was clear, though it didn’t make anymore sense.

“Baby. Y/N, can you open your eyes sweetheart?” Grayson coaxed, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone.

“Tryin’. It’s heavy,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows. He could tell she was really doing her best, which made his heart squeeze a bit tighter. When she finally managed to lift her eyelids, he could tell she was exhausted.

“You’s gonna be mad at me,” was the first sentence she managed to string together, though all her words were drawn out and slightly garbled.

“Why would I be mad at you baby?”

“I drove the bronco, left it at the beach. Probs some homeless guy living in it,” she said, resting all the weight of her head onto his hand.

“It’s okay. I really couldn’t care less about the car right now.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan will be big sad.” She gasped then, sitting upright a little more. “Ethan! Hi buddy!” She had just noticed him at the end of the bed. She blinked hard, like she was trying to bring him into focus.

“Hey girly, how yah feelin?”

“Got a cracked skull, but i’ms okay. But guess what?”

“What?” He asked.

“Still smarter than youuuuu,” she shrugged, and Grayson couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

She really was back to normal.

“You want me to go get the car?” Ethan asked, sitting on the opposite side of her bed and for once, choosing not to throw a comeback. He really had been worried.

“I don’t have keys. Or my phone. I left em with the lifeguard,” she pouted, her lip curling down. If it wasn’t so pitiful, he would have found it adorable.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it,” Grayson reassured her, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

The nurse came in then to check on her. Ethan moved out of her way, and Grayson was about to move away, but Y/N grabbed his hand, using all her strength to hold him there.

“Don’t go,” she whimpered, and he swore he could feel a piece of his heart crack.

“I’m right here, just getting out of the nurses way,” he promised, kissing her hand and standing next to the bed.

“You guys are fine, I’ll let you know if you’re somewhere I need to be,” the nurse smiled. “How’re you feeling Y/N?”

“Sore, but okay.”

“Well, you’re a trooper. I’ve never seen anyone come out of anesthesia so clear headed before. Now, you might get confused in a little while, but that’s just the concussion, and it’ll pass, okay? Just gotta give it time. You just rest and give your body some time to heal. You should be ready to rock and roll out of here in the next few days, okay?”

“M’kay. Is my phone lost forever?” She asked.

“Actually the lifeguard that pulled you out dropped off your box with your things earlier. It’s over there with your other belongings.”

Grayson made a mental note to find that guy and thank him profusely in the future. Ethan went over to the personal items bag, bringing it over to the bed. Y/N started to rummage through it, pulling things out one by one.

When she got her wetsuit out - which took some effort - she frowned, running her finger over the new cut that Grayson assumed was made by the paramedics. He tried as hard as he could to not picture what the ambulance looked like when that cut was made.

“They cut it,” she pouted. “That was my favorite one.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Grayson reassured her.

“M’kay,” she mumbled, satisfied. She cuddled down a little bit into her pillow, obviously exhausted. Grayson continued going through the bag, getting the keys and her phone out of the box.

“I’m gonna get the car before it gets towed. Give you all a minute,” Ethan said quietly, having a hand out for the keys.

“Thanks bro. I’ll keep you updated.”

He was extremely grateful, but he couldn’t find the words. He hoped Ethan knew.

“Gray,” Y/N said quietly.

“Hey baby, I’m right here.”

“M’tired,” she murmured, holding a hand out. “Can we sleep?”

“You can sleep sweetheart,” Grayson reassured her.

“C’mere. Come up here,” she said, patting the bed next to her.

Grayson obliged, sliding his arms under her knees and behind her back, scooting her over just enough so that he could slide into the bed beside her.

“Much better. I missed you. Maybe don’t go for so long next time,” she said, curling up against him and getting as close as she could.

“Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you for a long, long time.”

“Sounds good to me,” she mumbled, but she was already falling asleep before the end of the sentence. So Grayson held her close to him, relishing in the feeling and lulling off to sleep.

#I really love this #I watched too many of their survival videos haha #lynds writes #grayson imagine #grayson imagines #grayson dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan x reader #dolan twin imagines #ethan dolan

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heylissaaaaa · 4 years ago

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Sometimes, Gentle Solace

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader Summary: Steve disappears after a mission Word count: 3.4k Warnings: none, maybe some angst if you squint. Mostly hurt/comfort A/N: Hi friends! This was written for the amazing, fantastic @tilltheendwilliwrite ‘s challenge, with the song prompt “You Say” by Lauren Daigle. For reference, if you want it, I imagined the song as Steve’s POV whereas in the fic you get the reader’s. For registered users on AO3, you can also read this here.

You were at home when you got the call, laying on your bed and flipping through a magazine. The phone went off by your elbow, some 8-bit song Bucky had thought was hilarious. He insisted that he be the only one with that ringtone. “Hey, Buck-o,” you said, putting the phone on speaker and dropping it back onto the bed. “I thought you guys wouldn’t be back until later tonight.”

“Is Steve with you?” he asked. He sounded out-of-breath, frantic. You could imagine him pacing, running his hand through his hair.

You paused with a page half turned, looking down at the phone with a frown. “No, he’s not. What’s going on?”

“He’s gone.”

Sitting up, you took the phone off speaker and put it to your ear. “Gone? What the hell do you mean, gone?”

“I mean gone, walked out, left, disappeared without a word.” You could hear how worked up he was getting, and didn’t begrudge him the time he needed to catch his breath. “We came back an hour ago, sat through the debrief, and then went our separate ways to clean up. He didn’t come back for dinner like we usually do. He wasn’t in his room. I asked Friday if he was in the building, she told me to talk to you.”

Your mind was moving so fast it was hard to focus on anything other than gone. It went through the worst-case scenarios first: kidnapped, ambushed, shoved into a van. But if that were true, Tony and Friday would have known about it. Which meant he’d left on his own. “He wouldn’t walk out for no reason. What happened on the mission?”

“You know I can’t-”

“Jesus, Buck, I’m not asking for a play-by-play or anything. Just… was it bad?” you asked, voice going soft.

He was quiet so long you worried the call had dropped. Then there was a sigh, an even quieter, “Yeah. It was bad. Mom and her son got caught in the crossfire. We lost the mom.”

Your heart lurched, eyes heavy. First for that poor family, and then for Steve. And then in clicked. “Candle lighting,” you muttered. No wonder Friday had told him to ask you; you should have known right then what she was getting at. After all, you were the one that insisted Steve have that code with the AI. You thought there should be at least some trace of where he was going, in case something happened. Now that it had, you were a little lost. He’d wanted this to be a secret, and so far, it had been, but this was way off-script. He’d never gone out in the middle of the day, never straight after a mission and never when someone else was waiting on him.

“Candle- what? What does that mean?”

Pushing aside any guilt at betraying his confidence, you knew you were going to need help. This wasn’t in the plans. “I know where he is,” you said. Shutting off the bedroom light, you made your way into the living room, squishing your phone against your cheek with your shoulder while you put on your shoes. “Can you come pick me up?”

“Yeah, sure.” He was hesitant, unsure. You could practically hear the questions swirling in his mind, could picture the furrow of his brow as if he were standing there in front of you. He must have thought better of asking them, or decided to wait until he could do it in person, because all he said was, “I’ll be there in ten.”

You were about to hang up when a thought occurred. “Bucky? Make sure no one else sees you leave,” you said. Friday would clean up after him and keep the team at bay as per your and Steve’s instructions, but it couldn’t hurt to have him try as well. Especially if he were stopped by someone on his way out.

“Why?”

“Just do it. Please.”

True to his word, Bucky let you know he was outside your building almost exactly ten minutes later. You gave him an address, and then the pair of you were silent as you sat in traffic. Lights and street signs went in and out of focus as you stared out the window, willing your heart not to beat straight out of your chest. Your hands were wedged tight between your thighs to keep them from shaking.

There was no doubt in your mind that Bucky could feel your reticence as much as you could feel his eagerness to talk about the address that you’d given him. It only grew as you crossed the bridge, and things started looking more and more familiar.

You saw the moment he realized where you were. “That’s…”

“Yeah, it is.”

Bucky found a miraculous bit of curb out front and wormed his way alongside it. After shutting off the car, all he did was stare out the window at the front steps of the small church. “How did I not know he came here?” he asked, voice barely a whisper.

“He didn’t want anyone on the team to know,” you said, looking down at your hands now fidgeting in your lap. You know how it sounded, but it was the only answer you had.

Still, it made you flinch when he snapped, “I’m not just someone on the team!”

“I know that, Buck. And so does he. But this was- this is his. The only reason he told me was because I was worried something was going on behind my back when he’d go dark on me. Radio silence for hours at a time when I knew it wasn’t work-related,” you said. It had been a very guilt-inducing conversation on both sides. No way had you actually believed he’d do anything to hurt you, but sometimes anxiety got the better of your rationality. He’d felt bad for making you worry; you’d felt bad for having gotten him to admit to something he’d wanted secret. “It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, Bucky. He’s always so worried about not being strong for you and the others. I don’t think he understands that he’s allowed to be anything less than Captain America to you guys. You know that about him better than I do.”

“Yeah. Guess I do.” A car up the road honked, and several shouting voices followed. Bucky didn’t speak until they’d faded. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I- I thought he’d be able to trust me with something like this. Especially this.”

You reached across the center console and touched his shoulder. “I wouldn’t have asked you to come with me if I didn’t know he trusted you. He trusts you more than anyone else in the world. He’s just a little dumb when it comes to himself.” Bucky grunted out a half-laugh. You unbuckled yourself with your free one.

Easing the church door open to minimize the squeaking of the hinges, your breath caught. Steve was the only one there, sitting in the front left pew, head bowed. The sunlight that poured through stained glass windows reflected off his hair like a halo. He didn’t look up as you poked your head in, so either he knew it was you or he was too far gone to notice an intruder at all. “I need you to wait here,” you murmured, voice still echoing in the stillness of the church. Bucky had followed you up the steps.

A muscle in Bucky’s jaw feathered as he looked past you towards Steve. You knew it was only care and worry for him that made Bucky want to ignore you. But it was that same care that finally had him nodding. “Yeah, alright.”

You hesitated a moment, still facing Bucky. “I don’t… I don’t know what state we’re going to find him in. I don’t know if he’s going to let us help. Follow my lead, okay?”

Bucky blinked rapidly, swallowed twice, and finally turned away from you to wait in the car. You knew how he felt.

The pew creaked when you sat down, too loud in the silence. Now that you were close enough, you could see his lips moving, hear the slightest whisper of words when he exhaled. His hands gripped his knees, eyes shut tight. His lashes were wet, and every few moments new tears followed the trails down his cheeks. You brushed your fingers over the back of the hand nearest to you, holding your breath. After a moment, he turned his hand over so you could weave your fingers between his. His grip was tight, not enough to hurt but enough for him to be sure you were there.

Relief washed through you. When things went wrong, sometimes he wouldn’t let you touch him, wouldn’t let himself touch you. That he would let you hold his hand, that he seemed to need it, reassured you that you’d made the right decision in coming.

“Hey, Stevie,” you murmured. He didn’t answer, the flow of murmuring didn’t break beyond the slight hitch of his breath, but you didn’t expect him to. Looking around the room, your gaze came to rest on the votive candle rack in the far corner. Three candles were lit. “Been awhile since you’ve talked to her. Say hi for me?”

He brushed his thumb over yours.

Very rarely did he come here to take confession, or to sit with a member of the clergy. Most often, he came here to be alone. To seek solace and comfort both in and from his own mind. Sometimes, and with the events of the mission he’d come here because of, he came to do something more specific. This was the church where he buried his mother.

Ten minutes later, his words tapered off into silence.

Before you could start coaxing him out the door, there was something you had to do. “Stevie,” you began. “Bucky’s waiting outside to take us home.” He tensed, and let out a low, distressed noise. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “I know, but he called me to tell me that you’d disappeared. I couldn’t not tell him. Besides, I can’t take you on the subway in your uniform and I don’t have a car. I’m a little surprised you made it here, actually. You’ll have to tell me about it later.”

The huff of laughter was a small victory, even if it ended in a hitched breath. After a minute of debate, you took his face in your free hand but didn’t try to lift it towards you. “This is still your place, you know. There’s just one more person that knows about it now. Bucky is your best friend. He’s not going to think less of you; you know he won’t.” You gave it another moment before you dropped your hand and stood. “Are you ready to go? Or do you want some more time?”

Steve stood up with you, and you were relieved not to see him favoring either side as you left the pew and walked back up the aisle. Bucky was in the car, staring resolutely ahead, while you opened the back door for Steve to get in. You found Bucky’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head and tried not to feel too bad when he frowned. You put your hand over his when you got into the passenger’s seat.

The drive to your apartment was as quiet as the drive to the church had been, something that had never happened when the three of you were in a car together. No bickering over the radio station - you always won - no backseat driving from Steve, and no cursing from Bucky at terrible taxi drivers or pedestrians that never payed attention to the walk sign. Just faint city sounds tempered by the glass of the windows and your collectively held breaths.

When you pulled up in front of your building, Bucky didn’t even try to get out. You helped Steve up the front steps, both his hands clutching one of yours. You stopped on the top step. Letting go of his hand, you put yours up to cup his face. “Go on upstairs, okay? I’ll be right up,” you said. He nuzzled into the soft warmth of your hands for a moment before he turned away and disappeared inside with your keys.

You turned back toward the car, leaning on the open passenger-side window. Bucky was looking over your shoulder, where you were sure Steve had disappeared into the building. “I know that it’s not easy to see him like this, and harder not to do something. But trust me; you’ve been a big help,” you said, moving your head to the side until you caught his eye. “He’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Bucky’s grip relaxed on the wheel, and he slumped in the seat. “Just… just tell him I love him when he comes out of it, okay? Then maybe punch him for scaring the hell outta me.”

The half-smile you knew he forced for you was a small comfort, one you tried to return. “‘Course I will,” you said.

“I’ll let the others know he’s safe, give you guys some space for a while.”

“Thanks.” You stepped away from the car and waited until the brake lights disappeared before you went inside. Bucky would need some comforting of his own after this, so you made a mental note to invite him over for dinner tomorrow night.

Your apartment door wasn’t fully latched when you reached the top of the stairs to your floor. Shutting it tight and locking it behind you, you took a moment to breathe as you leaned against it. There was already a hint of tiredness in your bones, your body craving to melt into a puddle on the floor as the adrenaline of finding Steve and getting him back here wore off. But there were things you needed to do first.

Steve’s boots were already lined up against the wall, your keys in the dish on the counter, but the man was nowhere in sight. You went through your apartment, making sure the curtains were shut against the afternoon light. From the kitchen you grabbed a bottle of water and a granola bar before making your way down the hall.

He was standing in the middle of the bathroom when you entered, looking at his reflection in the mirror but not seeing it. He hadn’t removed any other part of his uniform, hadn’t made any attempts to start cleaning himself up, but then you hadn’t expected him to. That wasn’t how this went.

You set your items down on the edge of the sink and he reached for them with mechanical movements. Both the bottle of water and the bar were gone by the time you’d filled up the tub. Steve had begun watching you move around the small space, grabbing towels and a change of clothes from out in the bedroom. When you were finished, you helped him out of his uniform and into the warm water.

He was still holding your hand as he settled in, so you knelt down by the edge of the tub. “Have to get you cleaned up, Stevie. You want me to stay out here while we do that?”

His fingers loosened around yours and for a moment you thought he’d let go, which you hadn’t expected. But then they tightened and he was pulling you toward him. “Okay, alright. Let me go for a second,” you said. You could feel the reluctance in his hand to part with yours, still touching as much as he dared with the pads of his fingertips even after he let you go. Undressing quickly, you stepped over the side of the tub and knelt between his knees so that you faced him. His hands came up to rest on the outside of your thighs, but you knew it was only because he couldn’t hold your hands anymore.

In the stark light of the bathroom, you finally looked him over. A bruise was fading over his left cheekbone, and there was a streak of blood going up into his hairline. If there had been a cut there, it was healed enough to be unnoticeable. He seemed no worse for wear, but you still asked, “Does it hurt anywhere else? Anything I should be careful around?”

He shook his head but it was slow, hesitating. You waited, until finally he took your hand and placed in over his right side underneath the water, just at the bottom of his ribs. “Anything broken?” you asked. He shook his head. “Just bruised?” A nod. “Okay. That’s good.”

After that, the bathroom was quiet except for the splashing of water and your murmured directions. Tip your head back, baby. Lift your arms up a little now. Lean forward for me. His movements started quick, jerky. Water splashed over the side of the tub when he lifted his leg too fast. But as you dragged a washcloth over his skin, ran your fingers through his hair, he calmed. He became slower, languid. Towards the end, he even helped rinse himself off. He met your eyes easier, too, when you stepped out of the tub first and dried off with one of the towels. When you prompted him to do the same, he did it on his own.

Tub drained, towels hung up, and both of you dressed in the softest clothes you owned, you led him by the hand back out into the bedroom. He stood taller now, not trying to fold in on himself. Something in your chest loosened when he almost returned the smile you gave him. “You want to go sit on the couch, or do you want to get into bed?” you asked.

He took the lead and tugged you over to your bed, waiting at the foot of it for you to put away the magazine still laying open and pull back the covers. He got in first, laying on his side facing the wall while you wrapped yourself around his back. Cradling him into you, you ran a hand over his chest in slow passes. As the last vestiges of tension left his body, as he sunk into the bed and into your arms, you couldn’t help pressing your forehead into his back.

Your heart broke for him in these moments, but they also gave you great comfort. That you could do this for him, that you could give him this, meant everything to you. There was one more thing to do before you both drifted to sleep for a few hours. “I know you did as much as you could today, Stevie. And it was enough. Bucky told me you saved a little boy today; I’m so proud of you. And I’m proud that you let us help you when you’re struggling. You’re so strong, baby. Even when you don’t feel like it. I’ll be here to remind you, every damn time.” When you heard the first sniffle, felt the first shudder under your fingertips, you pulled him closer to your chest and kissed his shoulder.

The next time you awoke, it was almost dark in the room. The two of you had shifted in your sleep so that now you lay with your back to his chest. It was warm in the room with both the blanket and Steve wrapped around you, and one of your arms was asleep. You tried to move as slowly and delicately as possible to get comfortable without waking your bed partner. Steve let out a breath that tickled the back of your neck and you squirmed in his arms. It earned you a huff of laughter. “You’ve been awake this whole time! Just watching me struggle,” you accused in a whisper.

“It was cute,” he said, his voice cracking from disuse. You wiggled again until he relented and lifted his arm so you could turn around and face him. He was staring at you, eyes soft. “Hi you.”

“Hey Stevie.” You reached up to run a hand through his hair, pushing away from his face. “How are you feeling?”

He nudged your hand, now still in his hair, so that you continued making gentle passes with your nails. “I’m okay, better.” His own hand reached up between you so that he could cup your cheek. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

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dontcare77ghj · 5 years ago

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Rain

Bucky x reader x Natasha

Notes: So, it’s been raining all day and someone requested a WinterWidow x reader with a bit of angst. Hope you like it!

The three of you had met on a rainy day. You and Steve had been friends for a while after meeting at an art class and had been out together when it started raining. To save the art supplies the two of you had bought, Steve brought you back to the tower.

You loved the rain but didn’t want to ruin the supplies you hadn’t even gotten to use yet, so of course you agreed to go back with Steve.

“I think everyone’s out today. We could set up in the living room.” Steve suggested, leading you into an elevator.

“Sounds good. What are you going to do for your landscape?” You asked him, brushing your wet hair out of your face.

“I was thinking something with a forest. Just very green. What about you?”

“I want to do something with rain. Maybe with a cliff or rolling storm clouds over an ocean. I’m not a hundred percent sure yet.” You shrugged as the elevator dinged.

“Hey punk.” A man said as the two of you stepped out. “I thought you were out today?”

“I thought you two were on a mission?” Steve asked in response, leading you over to a couch where a red head and the man sat.

“That’s Scott and Sam.” The woman told him. “Steve aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?”

“Yeah Steve, aren’t you going to introduce me?” You teased the man.

“Bucky, Natasha, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Bucky and Natasha.”

And that was your first introduction to the two former assassins. It was not your last interaction with the two and it was only six months lar when Steve finally had enough of your mutual pining and set the three of you up.

“What are you two doing?” Natasha asked as she watched the two of you from the doorway. “You’re going to catch the worst cold of your life. Or pneumonia.”

“I have a fantastic immune system.” You said, turning to her with a large smile gracing your face and hair matted to your skull. “I almost never get sick.”

“And I don’t get sick, ever, you know this Nat.” Bucky smirked, pulling you into his arms and twirling you around.

“How have I been with you both for a year?” Natasha sighed but smiled slightly as she leaned against the doorframe. “How the hell did the two of you survive without me for so long?”

“Luck?” Bucky shrugged, dipping you low to the ground.

“And because you have amazing patience and love us?” You guessed as you and Bucky spun closer to the woman.

“That must be it.” She laughed as you grabbed her hand and pulled her to you. “No! It’s pouring!” She shrieked.

“I think I heard pull me into the rain, didn’t you Y/N?” Bucky questioned pulling you both into his chest. “I think we better do as she asks.” He said, moving the two of you further away from the doorway.

“Bucky, I swear to God.” Natasha growled as you laughed heartily.

“You swear you love the rain? Me too, Tash.” You giggled, taking her hands in yours and twirling her around.

“You too are impossible.” Natasha finally laughed, wrapping her arms around you.

“But you love us.” You grinned as Bucky stood behind you and wrapped his arms around the two of you.

“You’re damn right I do.” Natasha said, pressing her face into your neck. “Now, I do have to ask.” Natasha started, lifting her head after a minute. “Why are you two out here anyway? In singlets no less.”

“It was Bucky’s idea.” You said, making the man attempt to shush you. “He wanted to see which of us could stay out here longer.”

“You know, even if you do beat Bucky, you’ll catch the flu right?” Natasha questioned you, arching an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah but it’ll be worth it.” You shrugged, leaning back into Bucky’s chest. “Besides this is the best weather ever.” You smiled.

“I can see you want to scold us,” Bucky sad, smiling sheepishly at Natasha. “But maybe you can just enjoy this for a little longer, before you start yelling at us?” He suggested, beginning to sway the three of you.

“Come on, Nat. Just a little longer.” You pleaded, playing with the ends of her soaked hair.

“Why do I always give in to you two?” Natasha questioned, not sounding mad at the fact.

There were no more words said between the three of you as you began to sway together. The only noise came from the still continuing rain, pattering onto the ground around you and Bucky humming a song from his youth.

It was as if everything else had faded, leaving only you, your two loves and the tranquil rain. Nothing mattered in that moment as the three of you danced together in the rain.

Nothing could ruin that moment, except;

“Get the fuck inside right now you three!” Steve yelled, appearing in the doorway. “You’re going to get sick!”

“Spoilsport.” Bucky groaned as the three of you pulled apart. “We’re coming you punk.”

“And when we do, we’re going to talk about your language. Absolutely vulgar, Rogers.” You said, making him sigh and Natasha and Bucky laugh.

“Maybe I should leave the three of you out there.” Steve grumbled, walking away.

“We should actually get inside.” Natasha said, asking each of your hands and walking you towards the building. “Before we all get sick.”

“Totally worth it.” You smiled.

“I hate blindfolds.” You groaned, clutching tightly onto Natasha’s hand.

“Funny, that’s not what you said the other night.” Bucky chuckled, hands gently squeezing your shoulders as he continued to lead you

“I hate walking while being blindfolded.” You amended. “I swear to God, Barnes, you better not let me fall on my face.”

“I’m not going to let you ruin your face, trust me.” Bucky promised.

“And I promise to just let you not fall.” Natasha told you, squeezing your hand gently. “Okay now there’s stairs here, so I’m going to walk in front of you.” She said, her hand letting go of yours before grabbing both your hands.

“Are you sure I can’t take the blindfold off?” You questioned the two as you nervously climbed the stairs.

“Positive don’t even think of touching it.” Bucky told you. “Nat, make sure she doesn’t try to touch it.”

“Already on it.” Natasha said. “Alright, Buck hold on to her hands, I’ll grab the door.” She said before letting go. Bucky took your hands in his and pulled your back into his chest.

“A couple more steps.” Bucky guided you. “Okay, you can take it off now.” He said, letting go of your hands.

Slowly you pulled off the strip of fabric and blinked quickly at the sudden brightness. You knew you hadn’t left the tower but had had no clue where the two had walked you to, until you’d pulled off the blindfold. Now you could see you were on the roof, a table had been set up under a shelter and before you stood Natasha and Bucky, bathed in the glow of the sunset.

“What are you doing?” Natasha questioned you as you took out your phone.

“I’m taking a photo of this moment. I need to draw this later.” You smiled, quickly taking several photos. “This is perfect. I love you both so much.” You said, putting the phone away and rushing towards the two to throw your arms around them.

“We love you too, doll.” Bucky said into your hair.

“Now let’s sit you down and get you something to eat.” Natasha said, gesturing you towards the set table.

“Okay so we do have a surprise for you.” Bucky said long after the sun had set. “Close your eyes.” He ordered you.

“I don’t know why but I’m suddenly scared you’re going to throw a pie in my face.” You said, causing Natasha to giggle.

“It’s nowhere near close to a pie.” She assured you, squeezing your hand.

“Okay, you can open your eyes.” Bucky said. As you opened your eyes, you felt the air rush from your lungs.

Natasha and Bucky stood before you, each holding the side of a large canvas. It was not a painting that called the canvas home, but merely four words.

WILL YOU MARRY US?

“Fuck, yes!” You screamed, jumping from your seat and throwing yourself into their arms. “I love you. I love you so much.” You murmured repeatedly, pressing your lips to any inch of skin available.

“We love you too, dorogoy.” Natasha said, feverishly meeting your lips.

“So, so much.” Bucky added, responding eagerly. Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out two rings, he slipped one onto your finger and then onto Natasha’s. It was almost as if the universe understood the moment as it began to rain heavily.

Laughter began to bubble in your throat as sheets of rain fell from the darkened sky.

“This is a hell of a coincidence.” You smiled up at your fiancés.

“Perfect timing, really.” Natasha smirked.

“Well whatever the reason, I say we take advantage of it.” Bucky said, pulling the two of you into the rain. He wrapped his arms around the pair of you and began to slowly dance.

“This is the perfect moment.” You sighed, leaning your head onto Bucky’s chest. “I hope it never ends.”

Rain. The act of weather had been a part of the best moments of your relationship. It had been there for the good, the bad and the simple times. There was nothing you loved more than dancing outside with your partners as it fell around you, there was nothing your partners loved more than watching your face light up as the first drops fell.

It only made sense to have something you loved most in life around you as you lay dying.

Three weeks. Three weeks ago you had been taken from the home you shared with your husband and wife of two years. It had been three weeks of absolute agony. Three weeks of praying for safety and or death.

You weren’t sure what was happening that day as you were dragged out of your cell and shoved onto a van’s floor. You were barely conscious during the ride, you barely felt it hours later as they tossed you out of the van and onto the asphalt.

As the van skidded away you remained laying there, your chest moving very shallowly as you struggled to breath. A long breath escaped your body as you felt the first few drops of a cooling rain.

At the feeling of the soothing water you allowed your eyes to flutter shut. As your consciousness ebbed from you, you could only hear,

“Y/N!”

Non-reader POV

“Have any of you slept at all?” Tony questioned, handing out coffees to Steve, Natasha and Bucky. When none of them answered, Tony let out a sigh. “You need to sleep, this is not healthy. And that’s coming from me.”

“We don’t have time to sleep.” Natasha grumbled, adding vodka into hers and Bucky’s coffee. “Too much to do.” She added, continuing to type into her computer.

“Far too much to do.” Bucky agreed, taking some reports from Steve. “You’re not going to be able to help her if you collapse from exhaustion.” Tony argued. “We’re not going to be able to find her if we sleep.” Steve told him, placing the reports with no information on one pile.

“Correct, Stevie.” Natasha said without looking at their friend.

“Excuse me everyone.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupted before a fight could erupt again. “But it would appear Y/N is at the gates.” She said, causing the four of them to rush to a stand. “I would suggest you hurry, her vital signs are not good.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. get Bruce and Cho to the hospital wing. Inform them on Y/N’s status.” Natasha demanded the A.I. as they all began to run to the front gates.

“Y/N!” Bucky cried out as he caught sight of her broken body. Rain plastered his hair to his face as he reached the crumpled form of his wife. Her body felt small and fragile as he held her in his arms and ran her towards the hospital wing.

Natasha’s heart was in her throat as she ran alongside Bucky and Y/N. If she had been alone in that moment Natasha knew she would have cried at the sight of her wife’s greying skin and her bruised form. It was only the fact she was around Steve and Tony and that her wife needed her to that she remained strong.

“Save her!” Natasha yelled as they reached the hospital wing where, Bruce, Cho and a team of other doctors were waiting for them. It took everything in Bucky not to protest as Y/N was snatched out of his arms.

"Outside." Tony ordered the three of them. "You can't be in here hovering. You'll stress them out and they won't be able to help her." He said, ushering them out of the room.

Bucky let out a growl as Tony pushed him out of the room. Sensing Bucky's aggression at the billionaire, Natasha and Steve both placed a hand on his arms and pulled him away from the man.

It had been two hours since they found Y/N at their doorstep. Two agonisinly long hours with no updates. In those two hours the rest of the team, who had all grown close to the H/C woman in the last five years, had joined them waiting outside the room.

Bar Steve, Natasha and Bucky, the rest of the team were all waiting anxiously aching the three in worry. Steve was leaning against the wall and had not moved in an hour and a half. Natasha was pacing, muttering continuously in Russian. And Bucky was alternating between watching Natasha and glaring darkly at the floor.

It had been two hours since they found Y/N when thy heard the sound they had been dreading. When they heard the sound of the flatline.

The team all jumped to their feet at the noise. Wanda buried her face into Vision's chest, who wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. Tony wrapped an arm around Clint who found it hard to stand as he and Thor watched in worried silence.

Steve let out a strangled cry as he watched the doctors try to bring his best friend, best friend apart from Bucky, back to life.

Natasha seemed to stop functioning at the noise and felt her knees give out s she finally allowed herself to cry. Bucky was quick to pull his wife into his chest and whisper soothing things in Russian. He made sure no-one could see her tear stained face or his as he buried his own face in her hair.

Please God, Bucky pleaded, please just let her live. Please God, if you only hear me once, let it be now.Please let Y/N live. He thought as he once again heard the loud, echoing sound of a flatline.

"No!"

"Sit your ass back down, Y/N M/N Romanoff-Barnes." Natasha growled, gently pushing your shoulders back down.

"Nat, I'm fine. I just wanted to sit in the chair by the window." You said, leaning back onto the pillows.

Natasha and Bucky had been incredibly protective in the past week. After you had been dumped in front of the compound and brought into the hospital wing you coded twice on the table. The team had been able to bring you back and fix what had been done to you but you'd landed yourself in a coma.

You were out for nearly two months before you finally woke up. You'd barely been awake for thirty seconds before you were attacked by a red-head, muttering furiously in Russian. Quickly followed a long haired man, expressing his relief in quick paced English.

Your husband and wife had refused to allow you back home until Tony upgraded the house to their standards. Instead, you'd spent three days in the hospital wing under the eagle eyes of Bruce and DR. Cho before being allowed to return to Natasha and Bucky's room.

The two had only allowed you to move from the bed to shower and to use the bathroom. You understood why the two were so worried and a small part of you found it endearing but you really needed to move.

"Y/N, you could rip your stitches. You can't walk around just yet." She stressed, sitting next to you.

"But it's raining" You whined, staring out the windows longingly. "If I can't go out there, I want to at least watch it." You said, looking up at your wife.

"Bucky said he'll be back in a soon. If you just wait until then I promise you can watch the rain." Natasha promised you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close.

You let out a hum as you laid your head on her shoulder and resolved to watching from the bed for now.

"Steve dropped off some new sketch books." Bucky announced, entering the bedroom after a few minutes. "And some of those pencils you liked." He said, placing a bag on the bedside and kissing you and then Natasha in greeting.

"Just the man we were waiting for." Natasha smiled, getting out of bed. "You are going to help me move the bed, so Y/N can watch the rain." She told him.

"You got it, boss." Bucky smirked. Carefully, Bucky picked you up and temporarily moved you onto a chair and then helped Natasha move the bed directly in front of the window.

"What do you think?" Natasha questioned you as Bucky put you back into the bed.

"I think I must have saved the universe twice in a past life to deserve the two of you." You sighed happily. Natasha and Bucky smiled happily as they climbed in on either side of you. "I love you two. So much."

"We love you too, dorogoy." Natasha said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Always." Bucky added, kissing your forehead. With that the three of you drifted into silence and watched the rain hit the window pane.

There was no better feeling than to be alive and with the people you love.

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A/N: This chapter deals with the second part of Little Angels. I tried to trim it down to scenes where it could be from Deeks’ POV.

***

The Agent and the Lawyer, Part 13

“What did Callen say?” Kensi asked, glancing at Deeks briefly before she returned her eyes to the road.

“Andre Maragos has requested a lawyer,” he said dryly. “Do you think he’d accept me?” Kensi snorted at that, glancing at him again. Her eyes were appraising.

“Well, you certainly can look the part of a lawyer a guy like Maragos would hire.”

“Again, not sure if that’s a compliment,” he said with a frown. Instead of making another joke at his expense, she said,

“I really am glad you’re here today. You’re making this whole thing a lot less terrible.”

“Anytime.” He glanced behind them where the transport van was following. “So what do we do if Lucas doesn’t actually know or show us where the bodies are?”

Kensi’s eyes narrowed on the road, her expression deadly. Suddenly, Deeks was very glad that he wasn’t on the receiving end of her rage.

“Then you might have to stop me from shooting him.”

***

“I think this is one of the most horrific things I’ve ever seen,” Deeks muttered to no one in particular. And he’d been party to some pretty awful stuff.

Lucas Maragos had lead them directly to the edge of a small hill, radiating smugness the entire time. It wasn’t clear if he was enjoying bossing them around, or having the opportunity to finally show off his work.

Either way, Deeks was reconsidering his position on guns. He sighed as several forensic experts dug up the spots Maragos had pointed out.

“Mr. Deeks, Agent!” A woman dressed in protective gear said, motioning for them to come over. “We found something.” If her expression was anything to go by, it wasn’t pleasant. Then again, that’s what they were hoping for.

Kensi, who’d been talking with Maragos, hurried over. They both glanced in the small grave, where the skeleton of cat lay.

“Well, now we know he wasn’t lying about the cat part.” Deeks said, holding back a shudder.

“You should call Sam,” Kensi told him, a deep frown growing between her eyebrows. “I’m going to see if I can’t get anything else out of Maragos.”

“Sam, you need to get out here,” he said when the agent picked up.

“So far they’ve found the remains of five cats,” Kensi said once Callen and Sam had arrived. “Lucas isn’t being particularly helpful at the moment. He keeps repeating that his brother is responsible.”

Sam and Callen shared a dark look, something unspoken flowing between them. There was clearly something going on with Sam, but now was definitely not the time to ask about.

“Any other sites?” Sam demanded.

“You should ask my brother, these are his,” Lucas responded, apparently trying to appear genuine.

“You seem to be enjoying the attention. Give me the keys.” He directed the last part to Kensi, grabbing the keys to Lucas’ cuffs from her.

“Is that a good idea?” Deeks asked as Sam unlocked the handcuffs. Lucas’ legs were still bound, but Deeks didn’t trust the man not to make a run for it. Or try something more violent.

Kensi caught his eye, shaking her head as Sam dragged Maragos several feet away, ignoring the man’s protests. Sam seemed to just barely be holding himself back from inflicting physical damage. Callen watched it all with obvious concern, but didn’t attempt to intervene.

“Does Sam have a personal history with this guy or something?”

“No,” Callen answered shortly. Sam returned a few minutes with Lucas, who actually seemed a little frightened and was in a much more sharing mood

Deeks could only imagine what Sam had used to gain his cooperation and that worried him.

How strong could the team’s case be if they resorted to threats and potential violence?

***

“What do we now?” Deeks asked, as they drove to the mission.

They’d found the remains of the third girl who was originally buried, but not Amanda. Both Lucas and Andre had proven uncooperative, blaming the other for the murders.

Then Andre had made an ill-planned attempt to leave the country with his family. It was certainly suspicious behavior, but they’d taken a swab from Andre and it didn’t match any of the DNA on the remains.

They also had a signed statement from Andre’s mistress and a home video the two had made. Deeks could have happily lived without ever seeing Andre Maragos naked. To say that Sam had not been pleased when they interrupted his interrogation with Andre to tell him would be an understatement.

“We look at the evidence again. We look for what we missed before,” she said and then sighed deeply. “And we pray that we come up with something before Amanda runs out of time.”

As they watched the video of Amanda for the countless time, it was not lost on Deeks that they were grasping at straws.

“Hey, take a look at this,” Sam said suddenly, pointing to a bare finger that was just visible at the edge of the video. There was a note of something close to excitement in his voice. “When he picked up the camera, he took off his glove.”

“Different MO,” Callen said. “Makes sense, glove would have been shredded after all the digging.” Sam wasn’t about to be talked down from whatever idea he had. Kensi walked over as Deeks stood up, to get a better look at the screen.

“Hear me out on this, G. What does this guy do with his gloves afterwards?”

“Well, first thing you would, uh, burn ‘em, shred ‘em. It’s full of DNA.”

“What if he’s going fast, got careless?” Sam continued, sounding like he was telling a story. “Left a glove behind, like in a box or in the dirt in the hole.”

“The case is closed,” Deeks said immediately. “I mean, we catch him the second we find that glove.”

“But there is no glove,” Kensi said, echoing Deeks’ own thoughts.

“We don’t know that,” Sam said and Deeks heard warning bells going off in his head. “Maybe neither does the killer. He’s going fast, he’s scared, he tosses everything only to realize, he left a glove behind.”

“Right, but he didn’t,” Deeks said, not liking where this was going at all. What Sam was suggesting was sketchy at best.

“We could make him believe that he did,” Callen said, nodding in agreement with Sam.

“What if it doesn’t stand up in court though?” Deeks asked, thinking of how he’d tear apart “evidence” like that.

“We’ll do whatever it takes to make it stick,” Kensi said as Sam instructed Eric to modify the video. He turned them out for a minute, distracted by his concerns.

“You’ll need to sell it to Lucas Maragos, Deeks,” Sam said, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Make him believe that the glove is real. We’ll do the same with his brother.”

“Me?” Deeks repeated, startled by the suggestion, especially coming from Sam.

“You’ve already got a connection with him. It’ll be easier than if Callen or I do it. Kensi will back you up if you need it.”

***

“I do not like this,” Deeks muttered, his voice barely audible as they waited in the interview room again.

“You’ll be fine,” Kensi said. “And it’s for Amanda.” She flashed a warning look his way as the sound of guards drew closer and he pressed his lips together, holding back any further comments.

He pulled in a slow, shallow breath, trying to calm himself. This was no different that cross examining a difficult witness. He just had to play to his audience, frame the story they needed to hear, and pretend he believed every word he said.

Deeks snapped his eyes back open the second the guards were at the door, adopting a relaxed posture as they led Lucas in. Kensi said nothing as he opened the laptop on the table, started the DVD with Amanda’s video, and sat next to Lucas Maragos.

“See that little sucker right there? It’s a glove that got left in the dirt,” he told the man. Lucas’ eyes were laser focused to the screen, a change from his earlier careless attitude. “And it is filled with DNA.”

He didn’t glance at Kensi, putting all of his attention on Lucas. Deeks hoped he wasn’t playing it up too much. Maragos cleared his throat after a moment, now looking anywhere but at the laptop.

“I don’t know why you’re showing me this,” he said. Kensi leaned forward then.

“Because when we get a DNA match, we’ll be able to find your partner. And believe me, we’ll get him to turn on you,” she said, her matter of fact tone chilling.

“You can take him back,” Deeks called to the guards. “But let us know if he has decides to talk. Who knows, he might be able to escape a death sentence.”

It was only after they were outside again that he allowed himself to let out a shaking breath.

“You ok?” Kensi asked, eyeing him with concern.

“Yeah.” He was surprised to find it was true.

“Eric’s calling,” she said, putting her phone to her ear and had a rushed and confusing conversation. She shoved the phone in her pocket and started jogging towards the SUV. “Eric says we need to get to Angeles Forest now. Callen and Sam are following someone in one of Andre’s vehicles.”

***

“I can’t believe it was Andre’s kids,” Deeks said, shaking his head as Kensi returned from putting the younger boy in the back of an LAPD cruiser. He knew they were hardly the first to commit a heinous crime, but it was still shocking.

“I guess they learned a lot from their Uncle,” Kensi said darkly.

“What will happen to them?” Deeks had defended juvenile clients before, though never one charged with attempted murder. And in his own experience, the courts could be pretty brutal when it came to kids.

“Well, I’d guess their dad is going to higher them the best lawyers he can find,” Kensi started. “And then it depends on how they’re charged. I could see the FBI wanting to try them as adults, but I doubt it’ll go through.”

“I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed,” he said and Kensi rolled her eyes.

“C’mon, we’ve got lots of reports to file.

“Not me, I’m just a legal consultant.” Kensi made a rude noise at this.

“Nice try. You never get out of paperwork. And if you don’t do it, Hetty will hunt you down. And no one wants Hetty hunting them down.

***

“You know, you did really well today. I was surprised, but you did good,” Kensi told him as they walked out of the mission, taking their time.

It had been eye opening to watch Deeks question Lucas. She had expected him to hold back and certainly hadn’t considered that he would taunt Lucas. The images he’d produced had been horrifying, and affective during their first interview.

“I think you’ll find I’m full of surprises, sugar bear,” he said, grinning that annoying smirk of his. Kensi held up a hand, turning to face him so he was forced to stop in the middle of the hall.

“Woah, sugar bear? I don’t think so.”

“What, I think it’s very appropriate. You’re very sweet and-“

“And you are absolutely forbidden from calling me that anywhere another person might hear it,” she finished for Deeks, shaking her head. Of course, now she’d left herself wide open to being called “sugar bear” in private.

“What about “Princess”?” he asked, undaunted by her implied wrath. She started walking again before he could see her slight smile. Their shoulders brushed as they walked, an unnecessary physical reminder of Deeks’ presence. Technically, it violated the rules of their bet, but Deeks didn’t mention it.

“Definitely not.” Before he could suggest something even more ridiculous she said, “Be serious for a second. Ok? I know that defusing tension is a big thing for you, but I really need to know how you’re doing.”

He sighed and this time he was the one to stop. He tossed his head back for a second and it was amazing how suddenly his face transformed. She saw the weariness and a surprising amount of anger that he’d hidden for the majority of the case.

“I’m...good,” he decided after a pause. “Which I know is weird to say. I didn’t realize how much I needed to see someone like Lucas Maragos get what he deserves.”

“So we didn’t scare you off with our serial killers?” She was actually curious; he’d been obviously horrified, but not nearly as much as she’d expected. He’d dealt with the possibility of seeing girls buried alive better than many seasoned Agents would.

“I mean, the kids following in their uncle’s footsteps is pretty awful, but again, I’m glad they’re not out there hurting more people. I don’t see nearly enough of that as a lawyer. And it’s even worse if you’re a public defender or district attorney.”

“And here I thought you’d be running out of here after a couple days,” she said.

They were in the parking garage now, which was mostly deserted and had stopped walking again. Kensi found she was reluctant to go to her own vehicle.

“You’re not going to get rid of me that easily Kensi Marie Blye,” he said, then made a face that she recognized meant he was holding something back.

“What?”

“Nothing...just um,” He rubbed his chin before continuing, “How often do you threaten people or make up evidence to get results?” She nodded, knowing he was thinking of the way Sam had treated Maragos and the planted glove.

“Sometimes you do what you have to,” she said simply. “The important thing is that we found Amanda in the end.” He still looked serious, so she cleared her throat and added, “And now, I think you owe me some Mexican. I’m calling in my first special delivery. I expect it on my doorstep in an hour.” She did a smug little dance to accompany her victory.

Deeks rolled his eyes, chuckling under his breath.

“Yes, technically you did win,” he agreed. “Although I would point out that if this wasn’t such a tense case, you would have been all over me.”

“Those sound like the words of a loser,” Kensi teased, ignoring the thought of being “all over him”. Deeks scrunched his face at her.

“You are a very annoying winner.” Kensi grinned at him. His hair was more disheveled than normal after tramping around in the heat all day and his light blue shirt was now untucked. He looked anything but a high price lawyer. He also looked completely delectable.

“But as I am a man of my word-“ Kensi grasped the sides of his face, cutting him off mid-word as she kissed him roughly, pushing her tongue past his lips and letting out a sigh when his hands settled on her waist.

“Oops, I guess I lost,” Kensi gasped out several moments later. She stepped back from him, her skin feeling flushed and a deep need running though her body. His answering grin was breathtaking as he pulled her back to his chest.

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atamascolily · 5 years ago

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lily liveblogs “terminator: dark fate”, part four

In which Sarah Connor suffers for the cause in the most ironic way possible.

(one, two, three)

I've already waxed poetic elsewhere about the "My entire body is a weapon"/ "Save it for the ladies" exchange, but let's just say the Rev-9's claim of "Metal hip - two tours in Afghanistan" is a) a great manipulation, and b) might even be true - certainly the part about the metal hip is! And the "thank you for your service," / letting him pass through is just... the irony... I can't even...

(and also, this MAKES SENSE when you realize that Legion was designed to process people and manipulate/control them and THAT'S why he's so good at it).

Sarah Connor gets picked up by a smarmy dude named Officer Rigby. "You belong in your own private cage," he tells her. He's probably going to die soon, and we are not supposed to be sorry about it. (And meanwhile, some random dude yells in the background, "I want to go, too!" No, you don't. Trust me.)

Grace does not believe in bureaucratic bullshit. And she won't accept "detainees" instead of "prisoners". YASS. At least there's fresh meds for her.

Oh! I just realized why she steals the guy's clothes.. it's because nothing else would fit her. It's tough being so tall.

Grace pulls the fire alarm and Sarah recognizes an opening when she sees one and manages to kick Rigby in the groin and take him and both her guards down with both hands in cuffs behind her back. LEGEND. Kyle Reese would be so proud of her, especially since he pulled the same stunt back in T1 in the police station sequence.

Grace starts opening doors and people rush to get out, oh please let this not be a slaughter.

The dude who was with them (Flacco?) slams the door into the Terminator's face and he gets punched into a wall for his trouble. I hope he survived...

The Rev-9 jumps UP into the rafters, holy shit, and is scrabbling over the metal fence like the Rev-7s in the future scene, and it's so a) predatory and b) so feral and inhuman... and that guard who sassed Dani looks terrified as hell as she faces him down.. and gets slashed for her troubles.

Slaughter ensues, but only people in official uniforms thus far... Every one of them is mobbing the Rev-9 and just getting stabbed.

Oh, good, they found a helicopter. Someone gets punched out the door after them, and you think it's the REv-9 who did it, but it's actually Sarah! YASS. Dani wants to wait for her and Grace wants to get away. Dani doesn't want to leave Sarah (hey, callbacks to earlier!) and jumps out of the helicopter with the gun as the REV-9 runs at her. Dani starts shooting the REV-9 which is very cathartic for her, but Sarah tackles her and pulls her into the helicopter. The REV-9 jumps for it, but misses, and falls the ground and just looks... annoyed despite having no expression whatsoever.

The REV-9's accent with the sheriffs is interesting. There's the same "good ol' boy" attitude as "That's a nice bike" in T2 and the same cut back to our heroes that speaks volumes.

Cut to a forest in Texas. I have no idea if this is botanically accurate or not because I have no experience with Texas flora. But there are pine trees and maple trees, I can tell you that much.

I like how Sarah and Grace are ready to draw when they knock on the door of this ordinary-looking house in the woods, and Dani just looks at them like they're crazy.

Hey, and it's the same music as in the prologue, as Sarah recognizes the Terminator! He says her name and she raises her gun to shoot him except that Grace intervenes and she hits the ceiling.

“My name is Sarah Connor, you killed my son, prepare to die...” No, okay, she doesn’t actually say that, but I’m gonna do it for her.

Sarah stalks off when they won't let her shoot the Terminator. Dani and Grace exchange a look, and Dani goes after Sarah while Grace deals with Carl (his nom de... paix, I guess). They have the ... "So you're a cyborg, too?" talk, which goes about as well as you can expect.

Poor Sarah looks so broken sitting outside alone. Dani uses her people skills to rally her. Sarah's admission that she never took photos of John is a) heartbreaking, and b) good tactics, especially given how previous Terminators used photos, and how the REV-9 uses facial recognition software.

Sarah's sarcasm as she contemplates Carl's family photos is biting and hilarious and poignant especially given what she just said to Dani (and how a photograph was what brought Kyle to her in the first place). MY HEART.

We are meant to parallel Carl's treatment of Alicia and Mateo with Sarah and John, and Sarah and Carl in "Without purpose, we are nothing". The irony that Carl understands Sarah in this way, and that Sarah has been getting her raison d’etre from a Terminator the whole time... way to lay on the pain, writers!

I've heard a lot of critique of this film claiming that Terminators just wouldn't act like Carl, and I think that's not accurate. What exactly do people think a Terminator WOULD do after they finished their mission instad? It's not like Skynet or Legion or whatever gave them any other programming, and we know from T2 they can't self-terminate. So what are they supposed to do, just stand there??

Even though Carl doesn't have his chip removed the way the T-800 in T2 did, Terminators are very accomplished at learning and mimicking humans. They are adaptable. And I think the filmmakers are right that the T-800 would try to find a new mission--paralleling the old one--to give his life purpose. I think this is a very plausible plot device, and also a great opportunity for irony and parallels, which this franchise thrives on and I personally love.

(There's great fic from Carl's POV on A03 by Tyellas that expands on this that I LOVE, so you should all go read it RIGHT NOW.)

I also LOVE the growing parallels not only between Sarah and Carl, but Carl and Grace that the film keeps emphasizing YASSS.

Sarah is NOT PLEASED to learn she's been manipulated the whole time by the robot who killed her son.Understatement of the year. I was wondering when she was going to shoot him!

"Do you believe in fate, Sarah?" OW, MY HEART.

Oh. Interesting. So when Sarah destroyed Skynet, she released Carl from his programming, thus allowing him to learn?? Okay, I'll buy it. Which means that Carl was released at the same time as the other Terminators in all three films (though we get into the simultaneity problem, but that's a headache for another time). It's plausible if I don't think too hard about it, so I'll buy it. I wish people would stop calling plot elements they don't like/agree with "plot holes". That's... not what it means.

[so who is sending the other terminators? Are they from Legion or Skynet? what is their purpose? Since Sarah is a wanted woman in America, it makes sense if she was killing Terminators in Mexico, which makes me wonder if she's been protecting Dani until now???) I have a feeling the film will not answer this question.]

There's a dog curled up at Carl's feet when they cut to the next scene. This is NOT a plot hole, as some people have claimed. This is actually a clue that Carl IS as human as he claims to be... i.e, he seems to have mastered whatever subtle cues that makes the dog recognize him as human, and not a foreign predator. Obviously, YMMV, but I don't see it as a plot hole.

The secret storage armory is de riguer for a Terminator film, but I also enjoy the deadpan social commentary about human barbarism coming from a reformed murderbot. "And also, this is Texas." He's definitely living in the right state for that.

Wow. The training lesson at the shooting range was everything I could have hoped for. I love Sarah's wry smile as the watermelons explode.

OF COURSE SARAH CONNOR "KNOWS A GUY" with an EMP, lol...

Kudos to Carl for getting his family out of the way and for preparing him for this day. But it's clear he won't be back.

... how about that leather jacket and sunglasses? because he's about to start being way less human and way more machine.

oHHHHH he leaves the sunglasses behind, I was NOT expecting that. NICE WORK.

hello rev-9 smashing the family photographs, that's not symbolic of anything at all.

Hey, did they take all the guns with them or is the REv-9 going to use them against their owner?? was leaving the photo of the van on the fridge intentional? Too early to tell! Either way, ironic given Sarah's caution with photos earlier!

Sarah's withering expression as Carl lectures about interior design is GOLDEN.

I now want a road trip movie about this dysfunctional found family. I cannot believe they are only together for less than 24 hours. Thank goodness for fic.

"I don't commit treason for just anybody," is such a great line and one of my favorites in this film.

Of course the EMP is probably going to disable/take out Carl AND Grace AND the Rev-9 because that's just how this kind of movie works, but there you go.

Sarah telling Carl to shut the fuck up is GOLDEN, they work so well together. Mommy and Daddy, indeed.

AHHH, the major bringing them the EMP on the sly gets shot. It's tough being a minor character in these films. Dani pulls him into the van but I can't help but notice in that position he's a human shield.

Okay, so leaving photos on the fridge was NOT intentional... maybe Sarah should have had an op-sec chat with Carl about that??

Oh, hey, the flesh-like bit of the REV-9 jumped out of the copter while the chassis keeps flying. That's a neat trick. And the moment where the fleshy bit jumps in and they merge is always cool.

Okay, so they're going to the air base. I guess another fight is in order. Ah, this is where the planes are coming in. Apparently, Grace is piloting. That answers my question from the trailer.

They just run the van right up the ramp and the Major is there to take awkward questions. "District contractors" indeed. I hope he'll survive this movie, but I have my doubts. Oh, he's not going with them - I don't know if that increases his chances or not. WHAT THE HELL KIND OF RELATIONSHIP DO HE AND SARAH HAVE ANYWAY??

They didn't bother to close up the back before taking off??? Wow. Okay, I guess that works...

Carl uses himself as a shield for Sarah, which just makes her mad...

The Rev-9 flips out of the burning helicopter onto the ramp, and Carl just takes him down and shoots him. It doesn't take, but it's pretty glorious. SARAH AND DANI ROLL THE VAN OVER HIM OH MY GOD.

Needless to say, I'm pretty sure the Rev-9 will be back... in an EVEN BIGGER PLANE.

Oh, so the EMP is dead...? Maybe they can improvise something.

Flasback! Dani beats the punks that are harassing Grace and talks the last guy into not shooting her because "this is what Legion wants us to do". FUCK YEAH.

"FUCK FATE" is basically the motto of this series (and a slightly more concise, if vulgar, reframing of "no fate but what we make for ourselves" or "no fate" in T2).

OH MY GOD THAT LOOK ON FUTURE!DANI'S FACE WHEN SHE RECOGNIZES GRACE...

"You are the future" - okay, this is very moving and dramatic, but I feel like Grace should have mentioned this back on the TRAIN why the fuck did she wait this long.

"You're John..." Sarah gasps... and just adopted a kid. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, Y'ALL. Carl was right, she needs a purpose or else she’s just going to self-destruct.

YESSSSS, I love it when movies answer my questions: apparently future!Dani told Grace not to mention it earlier, because younger!Dani wouldn't be able to handle it. Ah, the ouroboros of causality... I'll buy it, but I still think the film would have been stronger if they had had this conversation earlier on the train.

plane vs. plane hijinks ensue. Grace puts the ship on autopilot so she can actually do stuff. There's a lot of flailing as the ship starts to explode. The REv-9 climbs aboard and uses his oozy bits to rip all the flesh off Carl's hand. There's a humvee with a parachute, but the way the scene is laid out, it's kinda convolunted, but okay.. ... They bust the door open so the humvee can drop out. Carl pins the chassis to the plane but the oozy bits escape and go running free towards them. The plane explodes seconds after the humvee pulls free and parachutes to the ground.... okay.

Sarah Connor's "Aw, fuck," as they land on the hydroelectric dam is GOLDEN.

#terminator #terminator: dark fate

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juminsmysticmc · 6 years ago

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Saeyoung’s After Life Chapter 5

(LAST CHAPTER)

Go to Chapter: 1 here/ 2 here / 3 here / 4 here

So, yesterday someone contacted me via Instagram and thought that the last two chapter got deleted since there was no link....I’m sorry I hope this won’t confuse anyone, let me explain: I write my writings in my Masterlist to show you what will come next and to make my life easier because just adding a link is quicker, HAHAH I’M SO LAZY XD and since we talk about being lazy....I was to lazy to correct this chapter, that’s why it took me so long, lmao XD but now I’m posting it...have fun my lovely Fonys :3

Ps. If some of you memorized my Masterlist and got confused, yes, I planned to write a 6th chapter but realized that the last two chapters were really short so I put them together, heheh XD

Saeyoung’s POV

,,Please take care of them, guys...“ I mumbled and looked at Zen, Yoosung and Jaehee. ,,Don’t worry....“ Jaehee mumbled. She was clearly worried. Well, I was too. It was uncertain if I would be back alive after all. ,,It’s kind of unfair that the trust fund kid is allowed to come along just because he‘s rich.“ Zen complained. I looked at him ,,I would rather send you than risking my life there, trust me.“ I snapped. Perhaps I was a bit too hard on him since he was helping me out... Hopefully I will have time to apologize to him after everything is finished.... My thoughts often wandered to my little family while we were driving in Jumin‘s van.

,,Let’s talk about the plan....“ Saeran mumbled as he typed something into the laptop. ,,We will first kidnap the man in black, his name is Lee Sang Chul. He‘s the prime minister’s right hand and the one who followed us in the past. He was also the one who hurt Mc and the twins.... After we have him, we will interrogate him, that would be team A’s task. Team B will hid cameras in the surroundings so that we have enough evidence.“ Saeran explained with a layout of the place. Everyone nodded and agreed to it. And so we followed the plan. It was pretty easy to kidnap Mr. Lee Jumin simply began to talk to him and explained, who he was. The plan was to tell him that he was interested to work together with the Prime Minister. In the next moment however, Mr. Lee was dragged into the inside of the Van.

,,Who are you?“ he snapped. ,,You still don’t know?“ I asked and began to throttle him. ,,Saeyoung, we need him alive.“ Jumin said as he observed us. ,,Unfortunately.“ I snapped and tried to stay calm while the man, who almost killed my family, glared at me. A bodyguard began to film the scene as Jumin calmly tried to get information out of him. But the right hand of the Prime Minister stayed silent like a dead man. ,,The Prime Minister will eventually go to prison, you won’t face danger if you tell us now.“ Jumin said. ,,I....am loyal.“ he mumbled and looked away. The man was depressed, I could see that it was pretty hard for him too. ,,Why did you do that to my family?! Is that the way to show him that you’re loyal? Dirtying your hands with blood?! A pregnant woman? Twins?! Who the hell was loyal to us? We never did anything to this man! I don’t know and I don’t wish to know what my mother tried with that ass BUT WE ARE TRYING TO LIFE!“ I yelled.

The man was still looking away, he actually looked pretty pitiful but I tried to ignore these feelings. Before Jumin could say anything someone hit the van‘s door pretty hard. ,,SAEYOUNG, JUMIN! WE NEED TO FLEE!“ Saeran screamed from behind, making me panic. ,,Why?!“ I yelled as I opened the door. ,,They found out! What will happen if they realize that Mc is alone without us?!“ Saeran snapped and tried to catch breath. ,,Aish!“ I yelled and looked at the man. And him? But we couldn’t think about it. Everything went quickly, five minutes of hell.

The prime Minister’s guards held guns up, ready to fire at us. ,,NOW!“ Jumin yelled and all his bodyguards appeared from the hidden places, holding the Prime Minister’s guards. ,,AT LEAST KILL THE DEMON!“ our ,,Father“ yelled and glared at me before he took his own gun. I saw the bullet and regretted everything I did in my life. What if we would have stayed with our mother instead of going to Rika? Would I still have met Mc? Would I still be a father? What will have happen to my baby if I die now? To my two tomato princesses? Who will snatch them away from me? Will Mc be able to forgive me for dying? Will she live without me? I wasn’t sure. All these thoughts hit me in five seconds. Five seconds before my body fell backwards. Blood was on my chest, my back was aching and my butt was scratched by now.

,,SAEYOUNG!“ I heard Saeran yell. I turned to Saeran and saw how another bodyguard got a hold of the strong man we feared so far - the Prime Minister. I looked at my chest, blood, I was soaked in blood. Fortunately it wasn’t my blood.... ,,Why?“ I asked Mr Lee as he puked blood on me. I stayed like that. I was able to hear his words better like that. ,,Because...I was sorry...I wanted to free myself from these regrets and wrong doings. I wanted the two of you to live happily...I really wanted to....“ he mumbled before he collapsed on me.

Fear hit you in the middle of the night when someone tried to open the door, however mistaking the password four times. You immediately jumped up, realizing that your reaction was too quickly. You felt dizzy and were almost falling backwards but Zen was right behind you, supporting you like a strong rock. ,,Princess, take it easy!“ he told you as he looked at you. ,,Hid my children! Hid them! They are coming for us!“ you began to sob as the door opened. It was over, wasn’t it? ,,I MEAN, WHO THE HELL CHOOSES ARABIC AND FORGETS HOW TO SAY IT?!“ Saeran yelled as he supported his older twin brother. ,,The word has a similar word, I just did wrong because I‘m not in my right mind.“ he laughed and looked at you. The sight of Zen supporting you made him jealous but he was happy to see you. ,,Are you well, Mc?“ he asked you as tears streamed down your face. ,,Why are you soaked with blood?!“ you cried. ,,Not his blood.“ Saeran snapped. ,,Why are you supporting him then?“ you still asked. ,,Because this idiot began to jump around and got hurt at his ankle.“ Saeran once again responded before he let go of Saeyoung. Saeyoung approached you and hugged you. You weren’t the only one who was crying now. ,,J-Jumin?“ you sobbed. ,,With the police...he will take care. Children?“ ,,A-asleep....“ you sobbed harder. Your legs almost gave up but Saeyoung supported you for good. This night the whole group decided to sleep at Saeyoung’s place, just to wake up two hours later. None understood the fuss except for you and your husband of course.

,,SHE‘S GIVING BIRTH GET THE CAR!“ Saeyoung yelled as he supported you. ,,Saeyoung! Saeyoung it’s different! Something is wrong Saeyoung!“ you kept crying, clutching your belly. ,,Mc try to breath, breath!“ Saeyoung comforted you and held your hand. He tried to make you feel better but in his head he had completely different thoughts. Was this what the doctor meant? Were unhappy things bound to happen? In an instand Saeyoung and the other boys helped you to get into the car. Jaehee went along with the two of you while Saeran had the task to drive a second car since the twins had to come along. Yoosung couldn’t drive and since Zen was in an accident once, Saeyoung trusted only his brother. The girls didn’t know what was happening. All they knew was that their mom was sick once again. ,,SHE‘S LOOSING TOO MUCH BLOOD!“ the nurse screamed as you lied down, completely pale in the white hospital room. ,,SHE HAS NO STRENGTH LEFT!“ someone else yelled as the red haired father was pushed out of the room. Saeyoung‘s heart was breaking apart when he turned around to take a last look into the room. He noticed that you were searching for him. His wife longed for him. This was the most horrible labor for everyone. The medical support was at their limit, as well as the midwife and you. But after a lot of complications and fears you finally gave birth. And even through you still weren’t awake after one day and your new born boy was in the intubation, Saeyoung was happy because everyone was alive after all. ,,How will you name him?“ Saeran asked when he visited his brother. ,,Sang Chul. Choi Sang Chul.“ Saeyoung nodded.

,,Yung Mi, Mun Hee, Sang Chul! Please stay here!“ you yelled as your 10 years old girls ran through the park together with their younger brother. You were really afraid that your son could fall and hurt himself. ,,Run behind them!“ you snapped at your husband. ,,Huh?“ he asked you as he chewed his chips. ,,You just don’t know how it works.“ Saeyoung laughed and begann to yell ,,OI! I HAVE HONEY BUDDAH CHIPS!“ You had to hide your smile as you saw how the children ran back to their dad to get the chips. ,,Now, stay here, yeah?“ you slightly scolded them as you took your son up and in your ams and held Yung Mi’s hand. ,,Mun Hee, take Unni‘s hand and Daddy‘s!“ she ordered and so like a family you walked through the park.

THE END

This story is dedicated to @khaizusan. She actually requested a story where the Prime Minister found out about the twins, since she draw a picture with Saeyoung and the twins (Chapter 1) and so I began to write about it. I didn’t imagine that this would take 5 Chapters but I‘m happy that you guys kept waiting for me. Thank you.

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