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kth | wolfgirl (m.)

Words: 10k Genre: twlight!au, it’s new moon but taetae as jacob, ur bella but you have a personality :o, oh also smut and a little angst Warnings: no protection and no fcks given, language ig?, descriptive seggs lol, vampires and all that bs if that triggers sum of yall, oral (f receiving), tae is younger than u and kind of a sub (dom tae is overdone we need change in this country) i cant think no more no thots hed mt Rating: 18+ Song: Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth Summary: During your stay at your Aunt's house in the wet town of Forks, you never thought the boys next door will change your perspective in how you see the world.

The weather in Washington was something you’re not used to. You can never go places without getting mud on your shoes and it takes more than your patience to clean them every time before going out. Sure, it was great to experience a different weather other than the blazing sun in Los Angeles, but it was hard to adjust. You weren’t ready for it with all the sleeveless and loose tops you brought from Los Angeles.

After months of debating with your mom, you decided it would be a great way to spend your summer vacation turning your camera focus into something more dark and cloudy. Your professor had also suggested that it would look good in your portfolio if you try different moods in photos other than the hot weather in Angeles. So, you thought about it for months before asking your mom to buy you tickets to see your Aunt Sylvia who you're currently living with for the meantime.

She was in her mid-thirties, but she looked younger than her real age. She knew how to groom and with the way she looks, she probably had that life during her high school days. You rarely see her though, you can remember all the conversations you both had. She leaves home early for her duty at the police station as an attending desk officer. Her place wasn't big, an average suburban house painted in cold tones of white and gray with dark furniture inside. It's not your typical definition of cozy. Good thing you brought your two sweaters — one with a Christmas tree embroidered on it and one with the phrase "'tis the season!" Wearing a sweater in Los Angeles only means one thing, and that is the season of giving. But who cares, it's not like anyone was going to notice, right?

About to finish the second cup of black tea, an idea pops into your mind about what Sylvia had said about the landscapes nearby the house. However, she had warned you about the risks of a few wild coyote appearances, but one could call you a junkie. There’s no fun in danger, but dangerous does rhyme with adventurous.

A cool whip of breeze enters the thin fabric of your sweater, immediately regretting stepping out of the doorstep after locking the door. As you are approaching the back of the house to enter the woods, young laughters echo through the area, lessening your fear for a bit. It must be safe if a group of teenagers are hanging out in such a secluded forest.

Unbothered by the noises, whether they were from teenagers or not, you make your way further into the woods of coppery branches on the endless verdant ground with subtle eau de nils. It’s like walking into a surreal three-dimensional render of a forest, too perfect to be right in front of your eyes.

It was quiet and serene in the woods. Aside from birds chirping, it felt like out of this world. It was an alien planet. Everything was green — the moss surrounding the place, every tree had some sort of fungi beneath it, the soil dark brown as if staring right into the earth’s eyes. The very healthy kind of earthy, and it was easier to breathe in the forest than it was in the city of Los Angeles. No wonder why they're both on the opposite sides of the country. They're literally poles apart. Being at Forks, it's as if you were able to be in a different country. It was secluded, unlike in Angeles, there are people in every place you go.

While changing the film of the camera, a strong gust of wind on your left side. So strong that your body stumbled onto the ground. You were on your knees, camera shattered as it hits a hard medium-sized rock. You break a couple of curses to the wind.

The camera looked hopeless with lenses separated from it, lying in pieces against a rock.

"What the hell was that?"

There had to be some kind of a fast animal that ran from your side, which quickens your pulse, but the devastation you felt for the camera overthrew that fear. When you caught a glimpse of the 'wind,' it was human-like. It ran around in every direction surrounding you, freezing you into place. The only thing you were able to do was to keep watching the human-like creature run in circles like lightning. You tried standing up, but it approached you in a rapid current that you fell into place again. But you couldn't see it, you weren't able to look into its eyes.

"You shouldn't be out here alone,” behind you says.

You whimper, embarrassed when the deep voice sends hums into your nerves..

"Why didn't you run?" He looks at you with knitted brows as he approaches to help you get on your feet. He’s far too attractive to be a wild coyote, you slap that stupid thought away.

"I... I didn't know what to do,” you force out, still affected by the broken camera and creeping fear.

He was around four inches taller than you. He looked about your age. Dark thick hair, with light brown irides inside his almond-shaped eyes. His skin was of a rich walnut tan, and his dark green hoodie complements that.

"You must be Sylvia's niece. I'm Taehyung,” he said in a sultry manner as he offered a hand for a handshake.

"How do you kno-"

"She told us. My family's close with Sylvia. Our mothers used to be best friends, y/n." He puts his hand back in the pocket of his hoodie.

A tinge of embarrassment brushes through your cheeks, feeling guilty that you didn't give him a handshake. But all of that is ignored when he smiles.

"Did I creep you out?"

You chuckle softly. "No, of course not. I'm just still in the moment... of processing." You ease him, as if you were able to read the tension in his undecipherable eyes.

There was a few seconds of silence before Taehyung spoke again when he noticed your camera on the ground.

"Hey, we have a technician at home, maybe he has some tools he could help you with."

He was absolutely gorgeous. You find yourself lost in his face, studying his features and every little action he does. He would look so good as a muse. If only you could capture him right now, he'd be perfect under the clouds that create shadows that contour his cheeks and makes his eyes even more mysterious.

"Don't worry, you can trust me. Sylvia knows where I live,” he adds.

Though that doesn't really solve the problem, you find yourself walking with Taehyung in the woods, drifting away from the devastation and fear from earlier.

The laughters were from them. The laughs you heard earlier before entering the woods were from Taehyung's friends. They confirmed that they were walking around the woods earlier and that they passed by your house. All looking friendly with similar doe eyes, almost like they were relatives. They were all in a circle, all of them sitting on a chunk of thick logs, dressed in a similar way. The men were younger than you, but there is a girl who's older than you. She didn't seem as friendly as the others as you notice the judging glances towards your way. She had shoulder length of hair and she was just as tan as Taehyung. Taehyung discussed each of them one by one to you, all of them introducing themselves in an endearing manner except for her. Only saying her name was Leah and that was it, which made you feel an ounce of intimidation.

"So, y/n, how long do you plan to stay?" Embry, the one with the shortest hair, asks as he plays with the two twigs he'd been digging up dirt with the moment you arrived. His color was a tad bit darker than the others. He had a grin that could steal every girl's heart. He was gorgeous. They were all just as gorgeous as Taehyung.

"Oh, one month. I have a college application to fix back home,” you answered surely. You were only here to take photos for your college portfolio, and making friends was out of the picture until today.

"Sucks for Tae, I had a feeling you could be more than a willing candidate to be his girlfriend." Everybody laughed except for you and Tae who exchanged awkward glances at each other.

"Stop it, Bry." Taehyung wanted to laugh along but embarrassment got the best of him.

"She looks so out of place. You probably party a lot in Los Angeles, don't you?" Leah gives you a stern look, seriously waiting for your response. She only wants to get a reaction from you and you weren’t the only one to get the feeling as the group feels the rising tension between the both of you.

"No, I don't go to parties. Mom is very strict." You tell her. You didn't want the group to feel that you were intimidated, after all, you wanted to befriend everyone.

"She'd be perfect for our overnight tomorrow then." She prickly grins.

"Right! Want to join us in La Push? It's the nearest beach out here. We'll have bonfires and such," Seth, the youngest one with the tiniest body (still bigger than yours), expresses in excitement. Out of all of them, Seth was the friendliest.

"I'll go talk to Sylvia for you, if you want." Taehyung raises his brows. He had been laughing quietly ever since he had brought you to meet his friends - which seems like he regrets, additionally. He was more mysterious than you thought. He didn't share much of his life during the discussion, only three things: his last name was Kim, he’s 20 years old, and he lives at the rez along with the rest of the team.

"Sure. I'll just bring my other camera." You smiled.

Taehyung said that he'll get Chase, a friend of his who wasn’t part of the circle, to fix the broken film camera. He assured that it will only be a matter of three days before the camera is all yours again. After a few more useless fun discussions, you had forgotten that the sun had settled for a while. When Taehyung realizes your face of worry, he offers to give you a ride home. Great, a ride with the wild coyote who had immediately earned your trust by rising a brow. You wouldn’t be so shocked if you end up ‘missing’ in the news in the next hours.

He owned a Chevy pick up truck. It was red, but faded, making it seem vermillion in color. It had a few dents and you were sure that it wasn't one of the smoothest rides you've ever had. But Taehyung made a few jokes about how he feels uneasy with the truck as well, only to reveal that it has been with him ever since his birth.

"It's great. Very retro." You gave him a smile to let him know that he doesn't need to feel embarrassed with his truck.

"Shut up, Y/N. I know it sucks, okay. I can't even play a single song here without a static." He laughs and you admit it.

He gave a charming wave to your window and had a small chat with Sylvia, who’s been home for hours, before leaving, probably about the La Push trip for tomorrow. Once you've changed into your pyjamas, Sylvia knocks on your door as you are about to settle in bed.

"Tae told me about the La Push camping tomorrow,” she began.

"Are you gonna let me?"

She smiles in an assuring way. You can't deny how lovely she looked with her hair down, her waves framing her heart-shaped face. "Of course, honey. You better wake up early tomorrow. Tae told me that he'll pick you up by seven." She winks and rubs your shoulder before heading downstairs.

A beach trip in a cloudy town without bringing any hoodies with you? Sounds about perfect, if you’re looking for a hypothermia attack. And you were never a morning person either so it’s a big mystery why you even agreed to go in the first place. The waking time in Los Angeles was ten in the morning. In Forks, it was seven.

When Taehyung arrived, he was wearing a black shirt and a black leather jacket, pairing it with slightly oversized pants. He looked bigger than yesterday, maybe it was the jacket that made him look buff. He waved softly before you even stepped out of the doorway. He was carrying a medium-sized paper bag with small wet stains.

"My sister made us breakfast. Just in case you didn't have enough time to prepare," he opens the car door for you and waved to Sylvia goodbye, "thought you'd take more time because you probably wake up late in the city."

“I’m somehow a little offended with that assumption,” you cooed and he replied with a stammering laugh, unsure whether to take it as a joke or not.

He fumbled with the stereo and it played better than yesterday, giving you a sloppy smile as the first chords of Creep by Radiohead plays.

"You fixed it?" You take a bite from the sandwich his sister prepared. You thank God his sister prepared it for you, your stomach would be growling by now.

"Yeah. I just didn't want us to have that awkward silence along the way." He breathily laughs.

Everything Taehyung has is beautiful. He had an amazing laugh, a deep sultry voice, and doe eyes. He's simply astonishing. You were sure that everyone he has met so far had fallen in love with him. You weren't one to deny that either.

It took around fifteen songs before the both of you arrived at the beach — thanks to Taehyung's amazing playlist. It was quiet, the weather didn't change much in the place. Still cold and dark, untouched by a glimpse of sunrise. It was windier than the rest of Forks, and you wore your Christmas sweater to at least help with the cold a bit.

It was weird to say, but Taehyung radiated heat whenever you were near him. It's like when you're not around Taehyung, you feel the coldness of Forks. His truck didn't even feel cold though his air conditioning was on, you just felt a sense of unfamiliar comfortable heat you found yourself curling in your seat minutes ago. The group welcomed the both of you except for Leah of course. Sooner or later, you knew you'd start to hate her.

"You guys are early,” you tell Embry and Paul as they greet you with warm hugs.

"Of course, we are. It's La Push, baby." Embry gives you a wink and you blush.

"Okay, Bry, I haven't had my breakfast and you're already winking." Paul fake puked and the rest of the group laughs.

They started setting up tents as Taehyung offered to take your bag when he noticed how it's weighing you down. Before he could put it in the tent, you took your digital camera and started roaming around by yourself to take pictures of the view. Astounding as you had expected. It's like you were in the middle of nowhere. Only Taehyung's friends were at the beach which was a lucky shot for you and the group.

"Set up the fire, Tae! We're having breakfast." Leah yells across the place as she places the logs in the middle of the circle the tents are built in.

Taehyung sighs loudly. "Get ready for the Quileute Tribe stories."

"You seem tired of it, you joked.

While Taehyung builds a fire with the rest of the boys, you secretly take pictures of him busy as the both of you keep talking.

"It's always the story every camping day. The Quileute Legends, you know? The scary stuff."

You knit your brows when the word ‘scary’ comes into play, bringing your camera down to take a better look at the almost sweaty Taehyung.

"Scary stuff? How scary? Thrill me." You weren't aware as to how much Taehyung also studies your features. He wanted to know you better, but he was afraid of scaring you away by asking too many questions. It had always been his issue, scaring people away from him. And this time, he didn't want to let you in like the others, he just wanted to be acquaintances. But the more he spends time with you, the more he wants to be near you as if there were magnets pulling you together.

"I don't know what would thrill you, y/n. But the world is darker than you think, it's not always safe." He gives you a look. It was impossible. You were five feet away from him, but you could almost see your reflection in his eyes. It was too comforting. You were devoured by his eyes, falling steadily into his charms.

"I know. It's just as scary in L.A., I mean," you gulped, "crime is everywhere. Can't really stop it." You explained.

"It's not always crime that's scary, y/n. I'm talking unexplainable things." He smirks.

"Like paranormal?" You gaze away from him, starting to take pictures of the beach. But no matter how hard you try to distract yourself from Taehyung, your eyes keep falling on him.

"More than paranormal. Ghosts are easier to believe in."

You inhaled sharply. "I mean those are just legends, right? What's with the obsession in the Qui-Quileute Tribe?" You struggled pronouncing the word.

"It's not me. It's a tradition." There was a moment of silence before you could think of what to say again.

"Delete my pictures by the way." He scoffed.

"I thought you didn't notice."

"I was posing."

You laugh at his joke, still certain you're never deleting any of his pictures, most definitely the one when he accidentally looked at the camera.

"You look sort of beautiful in the camera." Your lids flutter like a high school girl. “Not just in the camera, I mean… haha.”

He stares at you in confusion, and somehow you always find yourself frozen and embarrassed whenever he looks at you. "Sort of beautiful? You're more naive than I thought." He removes his jacket and throws it on the log nearby, revealing his buff body. You look away in discomfort, you didn't want to find yourself checking him out. "I'm not what you think I am. And I don't think you want to know."

"Maybe I do." You point the camera towards him and take a shot of his reaction. You wink.

The clouds hovering above the clamorous sea tell that there's probably rain coming, but it seems like the group wasn't bothered by it at all. You were sitting next to Taehyung two feet away from you on the logs nearby the fire that Seth had given up trying to help making after a couple of failed attempts. His heat never failed to linger around you though.

Sam was discussing the Quileute Legends and the group was very fascinated with the story, even though Taehyung had confirmed earlier that they've already heard the story too many times from their own families. Sam was good. He had a way in telling stories. You find yourself actually believing the legends. Werewolves and vampires? Shapeshifters and Children of the Moon? You weren't one to believe in such fantasies. You liked to watch historical movies more than fairytales, but with the way Sam elaborated every part of the legend, you can't deny the shiver that you felt when he discussed the cold ones.

Fast like lightning. Beautiful and alluring. Undead without a soul.

You thought it was ridiculous for Sam to even give out a warning about the cold ones. You were suppressing your laugh a little bit, and you were sure Leah already had her eyes on you. Why would Sam give out a warning about the cold ones? It's not like they were actually real. He also mentioned a treaty. And he sounded pretty serious about it too, even Taehyung was carefully listening. All of their eyes were on Sam, except for Leah.

Sam talked about a specific family of the cold ones, that they proposed a treaty. These cold ones are not allowed to hurt anybody from Forks, or else the mentioned werewolves are allowed to pose a fight with them. He talked about it like it was a plan.

It was afternoon and the clouds were still as thick as it was in the morning, but rays of sunlight shone through the gaps between the dark clouds. It looked ethereal, an aesthetic you'd only see in paintings. You thought those paintings are only manifestations of amplified emotions of the painter, but here you are, smiling to your camera as you take hundreds of shots.

"Save some memory for the other landscapes," Taehyung says beside you, throwing pebbles to the water, each bouncing impressively for three times.

"I know, I just can't get enough of this. You don't see that in L.A." You pointed your index finger towards the horizon of the sea.

"Yeah, but at least you can swim in LA. It's too cold out here to even go for a swim,” he emphasized.

"Not when you're around. It's weird, but I feel like you have a fever. You're too hot."

He raises his brows . "I know I'm hot," he chuckles.

"I didn't mean it like that,” you protest, though you know for a fact, Taehyung right. If he were to live in L.A., he'd be escorted many times by a modeling agency.

"So, I'm not hot?" You knew he was teasing and your embarrassment was obvious enough because of the blood rushing through your cheeks.

"You're attractive. I'm sure you know that." You roll your eyes, trying to keep everything casual — which is getting harder and harder every time he's around.

"No, I don't,” he teased. He was obviously getting pay back on you for taking candid shots of him earlier.

Your eyes landed on Sam and Emily play-fighting in the sea, just the sight of them being happy made you feel a bit of a heartache. You were a sucker for romance. The boys told you earlier that they were engaged for three months now. Leah was Sam's ex-girlfriend and Emily was Leah's ex-best friend. Finally putting the pieces together why Leah was one of the hardest to be with. She was extremely hurt and broken. She would rather shut the world out rather than let anybody in. She would rather be alone, than find anyone again who could possibly hurt her.

"Look," you poked Taehyung who was too busy throwing pebbles, "Sam and Emily are swimming. We should too!"

Though you were shivering, you bravely took off the mustard jacket that Taehyung had let you borrow. You were left with your thin brown tank top and denim shorts. He's still in his black shirt, unbothered to even take it off nor his jeans.

"What are you doing? Let's go." You tell him as you walk towards the sea.

This was a bad idea. It felt like ice was draping all over your body. How can Emily look like she's having fun when you're over here freezing just by stepping into the water? Half of your body was shivering from the wind, the lower half was for sure numb. You wanted to slap Taehyung for taking so long to get in with you, and you weren't even sure why you were so desperate for him to get in with you. It's not like he had a heater with him.

It took Taehyung a few more seconds before he started taking his shirt off, revealing his caramel skin, but it wasn't his color that caught your eyes, it was how built he is. His body looks like it was sculpted by the most talented and precise sculptor. It was defined, and shadows are doing magic in giving it silhouettes in the right areas. The best part about it was how shy he was taking off his clothes, like a teenager getting ready for his first swimming lesson.

He was for sure planning to swim today, revealing the gray trunks he’s wearing underneath his jeans. He needs a bigger one that fits him better, because the trunks he's wearing isn't doing him any justice.

Okay, no. Maybe it was justified by a subtle outline of his —

Don't even look down there, y/n, you tell yourself.

You didn't know where to focus. His thighs were just as eye-catching as his abs. Just as toned and thick. It would be such a material for thigh riding, you thought and you quickly shake your head at the idea. It has to be the waters that did this to you. Time has never been more relevant when he was walking towards your way, as he scoops water with his hands to wet his hair, while biting his bottom lip and giving you a small smile after.

"Freezing?" He smiles, eyes pierced on your small body. You were hugging yourself, embracing yourself from the fact that if you let go of your hands, you might touch something else.

"You were taking so long."

He chuckles before holding your arm, taking it off your body. "Come on, dip your whole body." He pulls you softly towards the ocean, the sound of walking through water comforting your ears.

He was a foot away from you, the water level was on his chest and so was yours, but slightly higher. He looked even more godly. His hair pushed back, and to see his face in its entirety was a blessing, a gift.

None of you dared to talk, and you thought it was better that way. You just get to stare at him, as the sunlight lands itself upon his bronze eyes with specks of gold if you would close enough, majestic indeed to see something like that once in your life. You'd wish to wake up to that every morning.

There was this comfortable silence between the two of you. Drops of water fall under his eyelashes, fluttering them as he struggles to stare back at you. The moment was ruined when he suddenly smiled and looked towards Embry and Paul. Embry was sitting next to Paul, staring at the both of you while laughing. You shrug, feeling invaded.

"Why? What is it?" you asked Taehyung.

"They're thinking ridiculously."

You furrow your forehead. "How do you know?" He tightens his hold around your arm as he keeps you steady near him, aware of you struggling to touch the floor.

"I just know," he softly plants circles on your arm with his thumb, "trust me."

"Maybe we shouldn't stand too close to each other then. I think they're making a big deal out of it." You didn't want to come off feisty, but you guessed it went that way for Taehyung as he moved away from you without letting you go.

"No, they're not. They're just teasing." When he said that, it was like he only said it to get near you, to assure you that it was okay to be close to him like that.

"Still cold?" he asked.

"Not so much anymore." You muttered. There were so many questions you wanted to ask Taehyung, but your voice isn't very trustworthy at the moment. You know it will betray you the moment you open your mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts? Why did you want to swim?" His voice was soft, calming as the ocean.

"I wanted to test how warm you can make me, even in freezing water."

He laughs breathily. "Seriously?"

You nod. He wanted to tell you a lot about himself, but like you, he was just as scared. Skinny dipping wasn't really your thing, especially in cold water, so after a few more moments of swimming and small talks with Taehyung, you let yourself dry by sitting next to the tent, keeping yourself busy by viewing all the pictures you took.

It was four in the afternoon, and the sun looked like it was already setting. Time was almost irrelevant at Forks, you wake up and the next thing you know, you're already getting ready for bed. Even though today was quite eventful, the clock still ticked quickly.

Feeling dry enough, you walked to the other side of the beach, Embry had mentioned that there was a cliff nearby along the woods. Though Taehyung was busy drying himself and laughing with the others, he glanced your way as you were heading towards the woods. You lifted your camera so he knew what your motive was, and he flashed a sly smile.

Trees. Cliffs. Birds.

The place could be a haven for the National Geographic Channel.

"I thought the pack wouldn't ever leave you alone like this." A deep voice spoke behind you, his english accent was thick and strong. You were sure that if you turn around, he’ll be ten feet away from you. You regret blinking your eyes, because the next thing you knew, he was right in front of you. His expression with so much thirst, so much hunger. For what?

You only inhaled sharply, first thing coming into your mind, confusion overpowering your nerves. You examined the man before you quickly. Olive skin, dark ruby eyes. His skin was inhumanly shiny, he almost looked dead, but in a mesmerizing type of way. He had dark purple circles, but his eyes were beautiful enough to distract you from it. He mirrored a cement under sunlight, he had fragments of diamonds and glitters on his skin. It wasn't your brain consuming you but his visual, his aura.

"Didn't bring your dog with you?" You weren't sure what he meant. He takes a step forward to lean into your ear, and your feet beg to stay, your eyes staring deeply in his beauty. You were too engaged, everything about him had you in place.

"You smell different from the others. Are you aware of that?" His breath touched your skin and there the exact opposite of heat seeping in your skin. “La tua cantante. I can hear your blood flowing through your veins. I can hear your heart. It's beautiful." He sniffs your neck as he hisses.

He wasn't human, and this time you were sure. He had danger lingering in his eyes, but it dressed so captivatingly beautiful, you found yourself lost.

"It won't hurt, I promise. It will be just a tiny bite, you won't even feel it."

There were words coming out of your mouth, you swore that. But nothing, your mouth still and close. It's sort of like he had power upon you, controlling and manipulating your body to be a mannequin.

"Shh, don't fight it. You won't win over me." His teeth were grazing on your neck, seeking for a soft spot. You were unsure of his nature, what could he be?

An alien from this alien planet? An experiment gone wrong that escaped from a lab, perhaps? Maybe a demon, or an angel. A greek god of some kind?

They were all terrifying.

At the corner of your eye appeared a shirtless Taehyung, but he didn't look like himself. He was red, smoke flaring around his body. His chest expanded by time, and when you felt a small sensation of sharpness on your neck, Taehyung jumped towards the man.

No, it can't be.

This isn't Taehyung. Taehyung was gone. Maybe you were imagining things, but you felt all of them happening in front of you. As the man got distracted, your senses came back, falling on your side from losing balance. You pushed yourself away from the two monsters, as you would describe it. This wolf was huge, enormous. Any man who would try to fight it will easily lose. It stands almost seven foot, three bears wide.

Without trying, the creature had already decapitated the man. You weren't sure how to feel — safe or worried — but you were sure that you are mortified, and your face clearly expresses that.

You were only moving away from this huge thing in front of you, maybe that'll help you escape. But you don't even know if you wanted to escape. A part of you believes that Taehyung is inside that wolf, maybe eaten alive, or a spirit.

So much for the wild coyotes, thanks for the heads up Sylvia.

Your eyes met his. Dark bronze eyes with specks of gold if you look close enough. You could almost see yourself in them, they were that kind. His eyes had a message for you, to approach him, to pet him, that it was okay and he will never hurt you. Before your hand could land on his lowered head, Sam and the others came running to help you, obviously seeing the wolf, but not even being bothered like you were.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Sam helps you stand on your feet.

Sam and the wolf had some kind of connection. Sam stared at it and the wolf left.

"So, wolves are normal here?" you spoke with a weak voice.

Sam opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking of how he can explain what just happened. You know that he knows something, and he was struggling to tell it.

"Where's Taehyung?" You scan their faces with no sign of Taehyung.

Holy shit! The wolf ate him! you thought. All you want to see right now is Taehyung. To prove himself. He can't be that wolf. The wolf must have eaten him. It is far too impossible for Quileute Legends to be real.

"We should get going before the other cold ones get here." Sam assists you to get back in the tents, completely ignoring your state of bewilderment.

Maybe it's a Forks thing to be mysterious and quiet. It irks you so much that none of them are even acknowledging what happened. This would be a great story for your mom.

Hey, Mom. Just wanted to call to tell you about how great my day was. So Taehyung, right? Aunt's neighbor, really hot guy I'd totally fuck, got eaten by a werewolf. But that's not too crazy, an incredibly beautiful medieval British man held me hostage, telling me he wanted to suck my blood. What a Forks thing! And everybody saw this huge tall wolf, I'm talking as big as a shelf kind of wolf, but they all acted like it was some puppy leaving the scene. Anyways, Mom, I'm traumatized. Going home in a week.

There is no way you can paraphrase that. No way you can make everything happening right now to sound normal at least one bit. This must be normal in Forks, but this is some Hollywood work in LA already. Things like these don't happen unless there was a shoot next door.

"Hey, you okay?" Leah approaches you. Her concern is seemingly genuine.

"I'm alive, guess I am okay. Where's Taehyung?" You don't bother to look at anyone at all, you drive your attention to the waves landing on the beach, hoping you could synchronize your breathing with them.

"Taehyung's fine. You don't have to worry about him."

"I saw him there. He was... he was red! Like he was burning! And... and there was smoke. Then I blinked, then there's a wolf. I swear it ate him!" Leah looked at you with wide eyes, but her lips were shaking trying to hide a smile.

"You're not taking me seriously! That wolf killed that guy! I don't know. He sounded British!" Leah bit her lip. "That was horrifying. I saw its head removed, there was no blood! What was that?" Leah inhaled sharply before looking at you with assurance.

"Can you calm down? The wolf you saw, don't you think it was described like the one in the legends?" Leah almost shouted, yet still controlling her laugh.

"Shapeshifters? Those are legends, Leah! The wolf ate Taehyung!"

She chuckled. "No, they are real," she protested.

"The British man there was a cold one, a literal vampire. Taehyung didn't kill him, he was already dead."

No.

"Shut up, Leah. I know you hate me, but this is no time for jokes."

She laughs harder. "You're right about me not liking you, but I'm not joking. That dark brown werewolf is Taehyung. One and only Taehyung. 20 year-old Taehyung who lives at the rez. That Taehyung."

'The world is darker than you think. It's not always safe.'

Taehyung had already given you clues from the start. But a word from Leah wouldn't be enough to stop your mind from going everywhere. You needed to hear this from Taehyung.

It was twilight already and the group had decided to spend the night in their cabin, instead of the beach. Sam explained that it was for your safety which until now he hasn't elaborated yet. Emily offered newly baked muffins, but it was too late before you could grab one when all the boys devoured around them. You gave Emily a smile.

"You can have the next batch." She shied away.

Emily looks like an average girl next door. She had fringes and medium length hair, they were very flat. Her skin was like the others, tan and healthy-looking. One thing you haven't examined deeply about her were her eyes. Embry had told you once that staring at Emily would bother Sam, and when you first saw her, you knew immediately why. She had a scar on one of her eyes, they looked painful. It looks like a cat scratch, only if that cat was a lion. It covered half of her face, but that didn't stop her from being lovely. She was still pretty in every way.

Taehyung arrives at the cabin, looking at everybody except you, his body resting on the door frame. He was heavy-breathing like he just finished a race. Sam came after him, giving him a small pat then walking towards Emily. Taehyung's eyes remain on the floor. His actions were complicated. You haven't figured him out yet.

"Y/N, Tae, maybe you can talk outside alone." Sam smirks at Taehyung, and Taehyung smiles back.

'This is no time to be smiling!'

Taehyung finally looks at you before leaving the door and you follow. But he still hasn't talked. And your rage is piling up inside you, you finally take a step forward.

"Care to explain what the hell happened there? I thought you were swallowed by that — that thing!" He gulps, stopping his tracks and turning around to see your face.

"I was scared," you muttered.

He totally understood why you were scared. Because he was just as scared and confused as you when he first discovered who he was, and just like you, he chose to deny it in every way he can, and he hoped that denial can make a change.

"You're not supposed to know about this. I didn't want to put you in this position — of knowing what truly there is." His eyes are sad, like he was a missing child.

The same day Taehyung figured out what he was, his eyes looked exactly the same; with fear, agony, and deprecation.

"So, you're a werewolf?" You felt his pupils dilate.

He looked at you in disbelief as if he hadn't given enough clues yet.

"Werewolf. Shapeshifter. Monster. Dog. Whatever you call it, it wasn’t my choice." His voice was weak, almost ashamed of what he had just said.

"And you kill —"

"Vampires." He finishes your sentence before you could assume. "Just vampires. The cold ones? Those that violate the treaty? They’re real." And so the legends were correct and real, and the evidence stands right in front of you, breathing and staring at you.

But no matter what angle you look at him, he wasn't a monster. He is not what he is described in the fairytales. He wasn't a merciless creature, not even harmful. He was just this young boy who lived near you.

"I get that you're afraid of me. Trust me, so am I."

"I'm not scared of you. If it weren't for you I would be bloodless by now." You bit your lip. "But I'm still a little overwhelmed." You gulped.

He had no words, but he was relieved. And you knew that when his eyes twinkled, the kind he gave you when you were jamming to the songs he had in his truck.

"If it's okay for you, I'm inviting you and Sylvia to my birthday tomorrow. It's just a small gathering."

"Will there be drinks?" you kid.

"Sam doesn't really want me taking any drinks for the meantime." He chuckles.

"Why not?"

"He said that I can't be on alcohol during my first six months of phasing. Why? Do you drink?" he innocently asks.

"Was just teasing." You playfully pushed him before proceeding to walk back in the cabin.

Before you even knew it, Taehyung was irrevocably infatuated with you. He wouldn't have thought that a college girl would give a small attention to someone younger than her, or even finding out about who he truly is and still staying by his side. He had spent so much time denying who he was, but maybe being a werewolf isn't so bad after all, if phasing is what it takes to protect you or anyone at all.

You were just like what he thought you would be — kindred spirits.

The party isn’t filled with loud chats and crowds, it is a gathering. Taehyung tried his best to always stand by your side to give you ease in enjoying such an unfamiliar place as Sylvia gets indulged in conversations with the others, completely forgetting you. Every minute though, he'd have to leave you alone on the couch but he'd return as soon as he can.

There weren't much talks between you and him either, only a couple of smiles exchanged whenever Embry and Quil do something embarrassing in front of the both of you.

It seemed as if the night was the longest night of your life, only occupied with listening to others’ stories and Taehyung sipping a punch from his red cup. He had asked a few questions to keep things interesting, but it was hard to keep the mood flowing. You had asked about his hobbies and all the boring stuff you could think of, and surprisingly he would reply with enthusiasm like he have always wanted to be asked those questions. This makes you more curious how his daily life goes, how many people does he actually talk to.

When the hand of the clock drops at ten, you were just patiently waiting for Sylvia to get on her feet and cut the conversation with the others but she seemed to have consumed more alcohol than she could tolerate and the next thing you knew she was laughing like a maniac. You were stuck in a loop circle of smiling so thinly to everyone you get eye contact with.

You distract yourself with admiring the intricate designs of Taehyung's small home, and the thought of a young Taehyung growing up in where you're sitting currently makes your heart jolt. It's uplifting seeing his pictures on the wall, but there was a difference between his smile before and his smile now. One can easily tell which was more true. You had no clue what it's like to be his kind, hell even now you still can't believe what he is. But it sure shows in the way he had changed judging from the innocent photos that hang on the wooden walls. You've never known him since then, yet you wanted to restore this angel-being beaming at the sight of a camera who now hates being in photos because he thinks he's some sort of a monster.

You wanted to ask him about the pictures, the one where he was wearing a towel with a headband, the one where he was framing his face. All of them speak some kind of connection with you, maybe it's your love for photography that makes you feel this way, but innocence is one of the hardest thing to lay your lenses on.

Then you finally got it. What your professor was talking about, drawing something intangible to your camera. This is what he meant. Your gallery is only filled with landscapes, mostly the aesthetic of architecture and nature. Taehyung is what you needed to change the mood of your photos, not the weather, not the dark ambience of Forks, but his story. If only there's a chance for you to grasp his mystery in a single picture, his adventurous smile in one flash.

A pang of pain in your forehead pulls you back into reality, and the lights that stood above you only made it worse. You needed to leave immediately before the pain has you grunting. Welcomed with a wrapping breeze, you brace yourself and regret wearing the dress Sylvia begged you to wear. She said it was her favorite when she was your age, a Prussian blue dress that stops before your knees with tulle around the hem and a lighter blue ribbon on the chest.

Of course Taehyung who sits beside you would notice your leaving, and before you can inhale the fresh air from the porch, he was already asking what's wrong.

"I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna have to go home alone since Sylvia's still occupied," you said, pushing on your temples with your thumb and middle finger.

"I can drive you home. I don't think they'd notice that we left, they're all pretty wasted." He chuckles, complementing the high tones of the strong wind that travels past your bodies.

"I'm really sorry. I'm being rude, I mean this is your party... your birthday party and you're going to drive me home."

He places the sippy cup on a coffee table near the entrance, and he was palming his pocket to reach for his keys.

"It's fine, y/n. The party's been dead four hours ago and I can't send you home alone. Do you have the house key or should I go back inside and ask Sylvia for it?"

"She gave me a duplicate. I think it's best we go now. My head's really killing me."

It was unusual, headaches. They rarely come to you since you monitor your phone usage and water intake. You hate getting them because you hated taking meds for it, and you just hoped Sylvia would have a stock of it. Your fingers have been roaming your forehead for a while yet you can't seem to navigate where the pain is, where it's beating. It would be better if you could massage it along the ride but you were struggling to even keep your fingers raised.

Taehyung stops the car in the middle of somewhere as you are hitting your head continuously on the head rest. It was quiet, a deafening silence that rang your ears that brought you to open your eyes. Taehyung wasn't in his seat anymore, only fog filling for his place crawling under your skin.

There was your breathing, crickets, and rustles of trees that travel the air. You weren't sure how to react but one was definite, you were scared. The hand resting on your thigh turning white and wet, breathing faster and heavier as the air seems to be corrupted with toxic poison that does nothing but suffocate you.

Don't get out of the car, don't get out of the car, you chant internally hoping it will help your situation.

"Hello, dear," a slinky voice says through the window, almost similar to the man— vampire from yesterday. Could it be? Could there be more? "Don't make me wait, dear. Open the door and make this easy for the both of us, hm?"

It sounds the exact same as the accent the man had with an alluring tone that draws you to open the door. However, it wasn't just her tempting attempt into convincing you to endanger yourself, the pain in your head inflates as you try to control yourself.

"You want it hard, my dear?" She smirks, you weren't sure but you hear the spread of the corner of her lips.

Then she was in front of the headlights, filled with rage, her eyes dark and dangerous as she showed her predacious teeth. From here, you can feel the vibration of her anger as if she had the ability to let you feel all the harnessed emotions inside her. You can count them one by one: anger, vengeance, and the feeling you get before success. None of them were positive emotions, none of them was mercy. She came here to accomplish one thing.

Your death.

Finally understanding it, inside her browbeating eyes were agony and mourning. She was here to avenge the death of the vampire that Taehyung had killed. She was as beautiful, as seductive with her pale skin and ruby lips, curly strawberry blonde hair that flows until her shoulders.

You discovered that there was a split second of slow agonizing memory of your life before it's taken, and you wished there was none. She runs towards you, careless whether she bashes her head into the glass. She takes your neck, her fingers poking specifically at the sides and right before you can regain your breath your eyes open.

Gasping and catching air, awakening in the seat with Taehyung by your side who drives in silence as Midnight Rambler by The Rolling Stones plays from his rusty stereo.

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler

I'm coming down your marble hall

Well, he's pouncing like a proud black panther

Well, you can say I, I told you so

He sits there, unaware of the chaos that repeats in your head. It all felt so real, the grasp on your neck that locks your throat, you could've sworn you've given your last breath. The pain had stopped, replaced by dizziness that you knew would pass as minutes go by.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Is there something on my face?"

You shake your head. "I didn't know I was staring."

That's right. You didn't know you were staring. There was so much comfort in knowing he never left, the heat of his presence brings you a feeling of security. It's okay now. Taehyung's still here. By your side.

Once reaching home, Taehyung does his best to assist you as though you were ill. It's cute how he acts that way, so careful, so gentle. Upon reaching your room, Taehyung stops before your bedroom door, almost waiting for an invitation.

"I should get going now. I'll tell Sylvia you felt sick." And before he could say good bye, you're already wrapping yourself in the blankets as he passively makes a step away from your door.

"Taehyung," you said, reaching out. "Thank you for today."

He doesn't turn back. "You're welcome. Also, thank you for coming."

A shiver spreads across your back when your lids start to fall, and your body jolts upwards. The beautiful woman from the early nightmare visits your mind again, her face inches from yours close to ripping it apart.

"Taehyung," you whispered, but he heard you within the thin walls of the lonely house. "Can you... stay for a sec? I... I had a nightmare earlier... felt so real. C-can you?"

He walks back, eyes landing everywhere except your body that waits for him on the bed. Is she serious? he thought as you opened the blankets for a space behind you.

"Until you fall asleep?"

You nod. He kicks off his shoes and he positions himself behind you, both of your breaths synchronizing as he lies down softly. You bury your cheek into the pillow when you feel his warmth wrap the room, the security coming back. You turn your head to see him watching you inches away, his hand keeping his head up as he rests his cheek against it. You take his free hand that lies on his right side, pulling it to your stomach requesting for him to scoot closer until his body brushes your back.

You can stay like this, for longer than you can imagine. Just the sounds of your breaths and the hums of his loud thumping heart that makes its way to your upper back, the release of breath from his nostrils that flies over your hair. Peaceful. Safe and sound.

In his embrace, you forget everything: the packing for Los Angeles, the fear of not getting into any university, the supernatural that you had discovered that you still cannot comprehend, the clouding fear that something is coming to get you. In his arm, it's like they never existed. The worries are nothing but disappearing sea foams, a water in heat that evaporates into thin air.

You enclose the hold in Taehyung's hand above your stomach, intertwining them for ease. Falling back into his embrace, he subtly moves away hoping you wouldn't notice. His warmth turning into heat, breathing ragged, hold on you tighter and stronger. Then you feel it, a gentle thrust behind you and he pretends to adjust position. He pulls you closer with the hand on your stomach and you sigh which caused a poking at your butt.

You may not be the smartest person on earth, but it doesn't take a book to know what it was. Taehyung murmurs an apology, his words passing by your neck which sends your stomach into a spiral. You rub your thighs together hoping to dissipate the throbbing in your core, not now.

Not now that Taehyung's beside you. Or maybe it should be now that Taehyung's beside you, you were open for a helping hand. His hand over your head tucks a strand of your hair, the finger brushing on your temple made your aching much harder to ignore. There would be no distraction, no having to worry about who will hear the both of you, for God's sake the house was built in the middle of nowhere, so you thought 'Fuck it.'

You tug his hand to the middle of your chest, to rest them between your breasts as your head turns to face him. He gulps, looking at you intently with lust hovering over his hooded eyes. You lean towards him, your lips reaching his and he pulls away for a second before diving back in. He had pillowy lips, and if it weren't for your hot need at the moment you would let your lips sleep on them for a longer while, but as of right now there are a lot of tensions that need handling.

You leave his hand on your chest while he's still shy to grope one of your breasts. Your hand then wrapping the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, he sighs. That sigh caused the aching to grow, shaking your behind to feel how needy he was and he sighs again. His hand that was on your chest now pushes below the curves of your breasts to pull you closer, to have more friction, to thrust into you.

Until he couldn't take it anymore, he wants you below him as much as you want him on top of you. He hovers above you, his knee swift in spreading your thighs open and he is bucking in a steady pace on your clothed entrance.

"Take me, Taehyung," you breathe the second he leaves your lips.

He takes it slow, burning your insides, as his fingers pull the bow on your chest, untying the effortless knot you had made in the mirror. Too slow to keep up with your throbbing heat, you trail his hand to open the loose front, exposing

your nude bra. His eyes are pinned on yours, and you would make quick glances at his moderate hand you're directing. You unclasp the front of your bra, and when he hears it setting on the bed, he kisses you as if asking if you were really sure. Beneath the feverish endless kiss were words of fear from him, what if he wasn't truly ready.

The last time he had experienced this was long ago, a time before he knew how dangerous he could be. Careless of what his hands could bring, when he hadn't given a single thought for any of his actions. Well, it was one time, only once with the first girl he had ever loved. And the first was always the quickest, but it was unforgettable, he had kept every detail of her daisy fresh skin remembered under his fingertips. The laughs they had shared in between, a significance of the innocence they were about to lose. His head loses in doubts, questions that can only be answered if he risks hurting you tonight.

Then you whisper, "It's okay, you're not going to hurt me." Because in your mind, that was the last thing in his abilities. You smile, "It's okay." Rubbing circles at the back of his trembling hand, his jaw clenches.

Once he had started kissing you again, you parted his lips with your tongue in which he had replied with a tender bite causing you to moan within your throat. This motivates him to grope your breast, aggressing as seconds pass by, pulling a nipple in between his fingers and you arch your back. You rest your feet on his back, synchronizing with the movement of his hips. You admire the way his head moves downward, stopping after every inch of your skin to place a soft kiss until he reaches your breasts to which he places a long stripe lick moving from one bud to another while his eyes remain on yours. He's going to be the death of you.

You pant, trying to reach his hips that came to a halt. His hands pushing the hem of your dress higher, stopping at the middle of your waist. And his evil slow hands, still taking his time, move behind your thighs to pull them away from his back and placing them on his shoulders as he gets comfortable right between them. With gaze pierced on yours, he flats his lips on your clothed slit, tracing the wet spot visible in your white underwear. The thought of you being almost naked underneath the dress ever since earlier brought Taehyung into insanity, he could've fucked you with his fingers on the couch, he could've removed them and left your pussy out in the open as he keeps it in his pocket, he could've done so many things if only he knew earlier how much you'd wanted him just the same.

You look at the empty ceiling, too affected by the darkness in his stare, you were scared you would cum too quickly if you remain watching. He pulls your garment upward to put his bare thumb against your clit, until you couldn't take it and you look down again to see him putting the said thumb in his mouth. Sweeter than the cranberry juice he'd been tolerating to drink, adding that to the list he could've done earlier while your panties were in his pocket; enjoying the sweet fervor of your cunt on his tongue. He plays at your clit, tongue curling to lap up the wetness that increases as his spit mixes in. He knows so well what he's doing, the fragile scoop of his bottom lip from your opening to your clit where he stops.

Everywhere around his lips glistens as the bright light from the hallway outside your room shines upon them. His hands still holding your thighs steady, he slips his tongue inside you which has you shaking and he had to adjust the control in his grip. Once they've settled, he puts his touch above your breasts, flicking both buds in each hand.

You were crumbling under him, desperate for release, grunting in a throaty voice as you tried to keep yourself together. Tears huddle in your eyes, blurring your vision until he stops, now smiling above you while he pulls your underwear away from your body. It doesn't take long for him to get naked and you take time to admire his build. His skin was made of honey, toned and reflective of the warmth he emits. His cock slapping his tummy before he could fully get out of his tight boxers, his tip reaching his button.

He returns to his position between your thighs but this time around he was the one to wrap your legs around his waist. His shaft falls between your slit and he makes subtle movements in burying himself between them.

"I just want to say," he began, "how amazing you are." A gravelly moan of your name escapes his lips as you take matters in your own hand, thumb going over the head of his cock while the rest of your fingers rest wraps his cock.

He thrusts into your hand. His face forming wrinkles, frustration painted across his face. Until he falls on both arms caging your head, bucking for more friction, enjoying the suppleness of your touch. He was groaning, panting, and making a mess of himself to which all echoes from one wall to another. You put a hand on his abdomen to break his movement. He obeys, feeling you part yourself for his cock, torturously slow in entering you.

You pull your hands to your sides, getting a hold of Taehyung's biceps. Opening your lids to watch his pupils dilate as he rams the rest of his length inside your beating entrance.

"Y/n," he groans, brow knotting together when you clench around him. He's going to fall apart, he thought. You wrap him tighter, letting go of yourself in ecstasy, careless whether you melt into the bed or break it, all is well as long as you're looking into his eyes.

He chants your name again and again in a symphony of continuous moaning, and all you could say is how good he sounds. A compilation of ah's and oh's whenever he reaches your spot, his head brushing against it and it felt like nothing but heaven. More, he wants more, if only he could fuck you endlessly he would. The bed hits the wall in coordination of his sharp thrusts, and he's losing himself in you he couldn't care less if he breaks the walls. In sync with the sounds he makes were your gasps and high-pitched whispers of his name that he can see himself in the near future thinking of them and fucking himself alone in his room as he recalls them.

"Tae— oh fuck, Taehyung," you cried out causing his cock to twitch inside you, you call out for more. His name and a couple of curses were the only words you could spew out. Trembling, you feel an explosion of euphoria inside you, letting go of the tight grip around Taehyung's arm.

With one last fluid thrust, he pulls himself out and spills himself on top of your stomach. Both of your breathing slows until they were no longer audible. He rolls to his back beside you waiting to cool down and you take care of yourself by wiping his cum away with the tissue from the nightstand.

"I'm sorry, I made a mess," he says, breaking silence.

You didn't reply, instead you lie on your side to face him and wrap his cock in your warm hand. His cock still hard and wet under your touch, he breathes out a long sigh. "I made a mess of you too."

He chuckles before placing one last kiss on your forehead, and you watch him fall into his dreams. You shut the door, thankful Sylvia didn't come home during the circumstances earlier. You make a note not to leave it open next time.

Next time? Were you actually hoping for a next time? It's not long until you're leaving. Forks is not your home. Your home is on the other side of the country, and everything you grew up with awaits there. Forks is not your home, you tell yourself. The night grows along with your need for sleep, falling onto Taehyung's chest and getting lost in a slumber. You wake to Sylvia opening the door, an indication of her coming home, and you fall asleep again.

The next time you wake up, the sun shining alight from the windows to your eyes, Taehyung was sitting at the end of the bed fully clothed. His head turns slightly, feeling the sense of your waking.

"Y/n, there's not just one who wants to kill you," he says but you couldn't make out a single word, "there's a whole coven of them."

a/n: happy new year! pls dont take the bella comment seriously. also team jacob ftw!!! also appreciate my banner work owo.this is my first descriptive smut like i actually write them having sex idk i hope yall like it tho :* i love y’all!

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Mission of Mercy: Twenty-Three

Bucky can feel the hair standing up on the back of his neck and he knows you’re watching him. Keeping a distance. Wary. But he knows better than to cross the floor and talk to you.

He knows better than to turn and look at you. You’ll know. You’ll figure it out and Bucky’s whole plan will be sunk before it starts. Because he knows better than to underestimate you know. You have contingencies. You have to. And the second you get tipped off, you can have Clay bundled up and moved. Before they even make it to the safe house.

And he knows that because it’s in the file Okoye entrusted to him. And even still, Bucky isn’t sure how many times you’ve done it. All Okoye could find was the barest, scantest paper trail to follow. Names that go no where. People who don’t exist working for companies that went out of business decades ago.

You were good. And Bucky was glad it was Nat who trained you. He just wished that Nat hadn’t trained you quite as well. The longer Steve looked over the file the deeper the frown lines got in his forehead.

“She’s good,” Steve said, a grudging respect coloring his voice. “I know Top operatives that couldn’t lay a trail that slick.”

Bucky nodded and leaned on the wall, “So what are the odds we can do this without getting her involved?”

“You know her,” Steve said, “Probably better than Nat. Or Sam. What do you think?”

Bucky exhaled through his teeth and looked back towards your retreating back. “Even when she didn’t have anything, Steve-” But he can’t finish that sentence. He trades looks with the blonde, quietly imploring him to understand. This wasn’t about him. This was about the woman that laid next to him at night. That woke him up crying in her sleep. Her heart breaking after spending every waking hour that there wasn’t anything missing. All the while there was a piece of your hear. A piece roughly the shape of your brother. The brother you spent half your life mourning… The one that still wasn’t what he was.

“Buck-”

“I know,” he said, not able to look away from your retreating back. “But if we can untangle this mess… We can do what she’s been trying to do since she was a kid. We can bring him home.”

“What’s left of him,” Steve cautioned, gesturing with the file. “Y/N might have a damn good reason for doing all this. And Once we step in… There’s not going to be ANY way to keep him off SHIELD radar.”

Bucky felt himself worrying his bottom lip in his teeth, an unconscious imitation of a facial expression hed seen you make a dozen times. “I know it’s a risk but-”

“What if it’s a risk Y/N isn’t willing to take?”

Bucky felt himself flinch. He knew. He knew it was a dangerous game. That if you got pissed enough and torpedoed the whole relationship it could bring everything down. Before he knew it people would be picking sides and Accords would have to be signed all over. And Bucky would lose you while taking your brother back out of your life.

But… if he could pull it off. You’d be free. You could have any life you wanted. Even if it wasn’t this one. And even if it wasn’t with him.

“Are you going to-”

“Rat her out?” Steve snorted, “Fuck no.” He exhaled slowly and shook his head. “Y/N did a lot of shady shit. But. She’s a good agent. She’s never gone too far off book. Gets her intel and gets out clean. No collateral.” Steve handed the file back to Bucky with a sigh, “She did some illegal things. But so far as I can tell she tried to make sure no one got hurt. I don’t have a reason to turn her in… But you have to handle this.”

“I-”

“And I don’t mean ignoring her until you stop feeling guilty.”

Steve fixed Bucky with a level look and jerked his head towards the doorway you’d just gone through. “How long you think she’s going to deal with cold shoulders and silent treatments?”

“Steve,” Bucky warned.

“Listen,” Steve said seriously, “Y/N is one in a billion. She’s not someone you can replace. Not now. Or ever. Don’t let her go.”

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You put your feet on Natasha’s lap and took a pull from your bottle of wine, thankful you hadn’t inherited the alcohol allergy that cropped up in your family. “Nat?”

“Hmm?” she answered, pulling the ottoman closer so she could prop her feet up.

“How do you and Steve deal with secrets?”

Natasha looked at you consideringly for a moment and smiled a little, “We don’t worry about them- too much.”

“But-”

“Y/N,” she said softly, “I know. There’s things… A lot of things you play close to the chest. Things I don’t even know. But I do know that you’re a good agent… Even if you are a shitty spy sometimes. And Bucky- Bucky’s not going to walk away from you for whatever it is. I mean- He might not remember it but, he murdered a president.”

You snort and take another pull from your bottle of wine, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Yeah but it’s not like- I was engaged once. Or like I cheated on my entrance exams or something.”

You take another pull from your bottle and Natasha quirks an eyebrow, “I really hope you’re not pregnant.”

“First of all,” you hiss, “Bite your tongue. My mother does NOT need grandkids. Second of all, I think it might be worse than that.”

Natasha’s eyes narrow and you sigh, “I promise I didn’t kill anyone.”

“Okay but- what did you do?”

You take a deep breath. Simultaneously too drunk for this and not drunk enough. “It’s a long Story,” you caution.

“Ooo- Scared I’ll tell Fury?” She’s teasing. She radiates mischief, anticipating fudged paperwork or a slightly less than truthful debrief.

“A little,” you admit softly.

Natasha took a pull from her own bottle and smiled a little, “Please. There is something about Mentor/ rookie privilege. So. Spill.”

You take a deep breath and another pull from your bottle. Pondering the titles of the books on your shelves. Looking for the right words. But there were none. How do you tell a person that everything they think they know about the biggest event in your life is predicated on a lie.

Much less do that to a master spy and keep your larynx.

You take a hard swallow from your bottle and exhale through your teeth. “My brother is alive,” you say finally.

#Bucky x reader #fluff #angst #Steve Rogers #natasha romanoff #Winter Soldier #Captain America #Black Widow #Platonic nat x reader

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supercalvin · 5 years ago

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breaking the rules but 5WR for the prompt thing? i was just thinking they went well together and you’d be able to do something crazy awesome with it :)

5. High School AU + W. Pretend Relationship + R. In Vino Veritas

There are no rules here, friend. You can do whatever you want, and I certainly love this combination of tropes+AU. Have I ever mentioned that High School AUs are a guilty pleasure of mine? Which is probably why this turned out so long. Omg why can’t I write 500 word ficlets anymore???

Prompts (or any prompt) + Ficlets

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Lance had invited Merlin to this party, which was the only reason he was here. It wasn’t that hed didn’t normally go to parties. He did. It’s just he usually hung around a different crowd. Will’s parties were smaller, usually no more than ten kids sitting around his living room, staying up too late, playing video games, and maybe baking some of Freya’s weed into badly made brownies.

Lance, on the other hand, was the type of person to get along with a lot of different people. So not only was he close friends with Merlin, but he also happened to be friends with people in the drama club, the student council, and the football team. To be fair, it was hard not to like Lance.

So Merlin didn’t usually go to crazy house parties filled with football and rugby players. He was beginning to wish he had made Will come with him, even though he knew Will would just complain the whole time. Merlin was chatting with Elyan, a bloke he knew from maths class, trying his best to not seem out of place. He sipped on his beer, and prayed Lance would come save him at some point.

“Hey, it’s Merlin!”

To say that Merlin was surprised when Arthur Pendragon flung an arm around his shoulder and smiled at him would be an understatement. To say that Merlin was surprised Arthur Pendragon knew his name and apparently was happy to see him, was an astronomical understatement.

“Hey,” Merlin smiled, trying his best to seem nonchalant. Arthur smelled strongly of cologne, and Merlin had to mentally remind his tipsy-brain that saying ‘you smell good’ would be supremely awkward.

“Lance said he invited you,” Arthur said, still smiling at him. “I’m glad you made it.”

Merlin shrugged, “Why not, I guess?”

“Arthur!” Someone from across the kitchen yelled, “Where are the towels?”

Arthur groaned, “Bunch of children. I’ll be back,” Arthur tussled Merlin’s hair, playfully.

“That was weird,” Merlin said.

“Was it?” Elyan asked, “Arthur’s just like that when he gets more than one beer in him.”

“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation with him. I didn’t know he knew who I was.”

Elyan tilted his head to the side. “Didn’t you have history with us last year? You know, with Mr. Garrah?”

Merlin thought back. Maybe he had. But he hadn’t spent much time with Arthur. To say the least, Arthur Pendragon was the Golden Boy oftheir school. He was certainly one of the most popular kids. He was a star footballer. Alright enough in his classes, from what Merlin could tell. Definitely was fit. God forbid if Merlin forgot how fit Arthur was. Merlin was bisexual and was very aware of the fact that in a few hours it would hit him that ArthurPendragon had just been pressed up against him.

But, Merlin reminded himself, he was the only out-and-proud kid at school. And no matter how much Merlin drooled over him; Arthur Pendragon was in a serious relationship with Gwen Smith. Merlin had known Gwen since his first year in Camelot. They had kissed during a Truth-or-Dare game at Will’s back in Year 9. He hadn’t spent much time with her lately, since their schedules didn’t line up, but he assumed if Gwen liked Arthur, then he must bealright.

The party continued for another hour or so, everyone loosening up as more beer was drunk. Merlin mingled with people he had never talked to before and if he was being honest he was having a great time. Merlin wasn’t drunk, per se, but he certainly wasn’t sober by the time Arthur crossed hispath again.

Merlin was sitting on a couch, and Arthur plopped himself down right next to Merlin.

“Hey, you like Triple Goddess, right?”

“Yeah, how’d you know that?” Merlin asked, not sure how Arthur would know his favorite band.

“You wear their concert shirts a lot.”

Merlin wasn’t sure how often he wore Triple Goddess shirts, but he wondered if it was too much if Arthur noticed them.

“I looked them up after I saw your shirt. They’re really nice to listen to while I study. They’re really low-key,” Arthur said.

“Yeah, I listen to them while I code,” Merlin said, wondering too late if it was too nerdy to mention that he liked to write his own computer programs. He tried to cover it quickly, “I haven’t listened to their new album yet. Haven’t the time.”

“I have it upstairs, if you want. Come on,” Arthur stood up and offered his hand. Merlin took it without much thought.

Upstairs was less crowded. Most of the doors were closed andwhen Arthur pulled out a key to open his bedroom door, Merlin figured that was how Arthur managed to keep things from getting out of hand. It didn’t click that Merlin would be alone with Arthur until the door closed behind him.

Arthur pulled out his laptop and popped open the album. The noise from the party was much more subdued in Arthur’s room, and the low sounds of piano and violin came through clearly. Merlin looked around the room as themusic played, unsurprised to see a football banner along with an action movie poster. The desk was scattered with books and the bed was a rumpled unmade mess. Arthur obviously hadn’t expected anyone here tonight. Merlin wondered if Gwen was at this party. He hadn’t seen her. Probably not, if Arthur was here with Merlin of all people.

“Isn’t the lead singer of Triple Goddess gay?”

Merlin chewed on his nail nervously wondering if this was a trick question. He tried to remember that Gwen was a cool person, and she wouldn’t date a homophobe. Hopefully.

“Yeah, she is…” Merlin said, “And the drummer is trans, actually.”

Arthur hummed. He was leaning against his desk, flipping around one of his books. He looked nervous, which was strange to Merlin.

The song changed and the beat was mellower.

“Is that, uh, why you got into the band?”

Merlin rubbed the back of his neck, “Actually, yeah, that’s how I found out about them. They have a music video with two guys, uh, you know, together.” Merlin shrugged. He hadn’t talked much about his sexuality with anyone besides Will or his mum. He wasn’t sure why Arthur was asking. Maybe he was just trying to make conversation with what little he knew about Merlin.

“Yeah, I saw that one.”

Merlin rocked back on his heels.

“So…” Merlin struggled to think of anything he knew about Arthur. But before Merlin could ask about football, and absolutely stick his foot in his mouth, Arthur beat him to it.

“I’m glad you came. To the party. I told Lance to inviteyou.”

“What? Why?”

“I, uh,” Arthur looked up, like there was going to be an answer on the ceiling. “Shit, Gwen said this was going to be easy.” He set down his book and stepped up close to Merlin. He cleared his throat. “I think you’re fit. And smart. And I know we don’t really know each other, but I’ve never had a good reason to talk to you before.”

Merlin blinked at him.

He took several seconds to process all that.

“Sorry, what was the first one?”

Arthur smiled, “I think you’re fit.”

“B-but what about Gwen!” Merlin stuttered.

“Oh, right.” Arthur said, as if he had forgotten about his girlfriend. “I’m her beard. Or we are each other’s beards? Doesn’t matter. She’s dating my step-sister Morgana. We told our Dad that she’s dating me, so that when she stays over, she sleeps in Morgana’s room. It’s a nice set up.”

Merlin blinked a couple times.

“Uh. Merlin?”

“I think I’m going to need a moment,” Merlin held up a hand. “You’re gay?”

“Yeah,” Arthur shrugged and gestured to himself, as if that cleared that up.

“Holy shit, thank you Jesus,” Merlin said, before slapping a hand over his mouth.

Arthur laughed hard and Merlin smacked his shoulder when he wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck off, you know you’re fit! Don’t torture me.”

“You think I’m fit?” Arthur asked, seeming to be truly interested in the answer.

“Uh, yeah,” Merlin said, trying to suppress a nervous giggle.

Arthur smiled, and Merlin noticed that his teeth weren’t completely straight. There was something charming about him that had butterflies flutteringin Merlin’s stomach.

“So, uh, I’m not out to my Dad. But uh, would you like to, Idon’t know…We could see a film. Or you could come over and we could play some video games? Or something.”

Merlin smiled, “Yeah, I could do that.” Merlin stepped up closer to Arthur, suddenly feeling very brave. “How do you feel about snogging for a bit before going back down to the party?”

Arthur’s eyes widened, “Really?”

Merlin raised a brow.

“That wasn’t a ‘no.’” Arthur said quickly, “I’m just, uh… I’ve never kissed a boy.”

Merlin smiled, “Want to?”

Arthur nodded, “Yeah,” His eyes trailed down to Merlin’s lips. It didn’t take much movement to tilt his head to the side and pull Arthur into a kiss.

When they made it back down to the party, no one seemed to notice that their lips were red and chapped. Merlin had a bit of a bruise on his neck, but he would just cover it up with a scarf tomorrow.

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#merlin #merthur #merlin fic #ficlets #Anonymous

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one-abuse-survivor · 4 years ago

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My boyfriend has been acting weird lately. Usually, when i start to feel sad/depressed or have a panic attack over something, hed help me breathe and calmly talk it out. But now, he keeps turning it sexual, and keeps trying to 'turn me on' when it happens, because apparently if im turned on, the feelings will go away. Tbh it makes it worse because i cant just switch it off, then i feel guilty for not being able to follow his instructions to help calm me down. I hope it makes sense, and ive explained it okay, it happened again today and im just watching pokemon to calm down and im ignoring his texts. Could i get your advice on it, please?

It does make sense, nonnie. I’m glad he’s there for you, and from your ask it sounds like he’s genuinely trying to help you, so the advice I’m going to give you is coming from a place of me assuming you have a healthy/trusting relationship that’s just in need of some communication and boundary-establishing (it happens!). But please, if you don’t think this advice is right for you, trust your gut over me!

First, let's make one thing clear: what he’s doing is not okay, and it's not something you should simply "let happen". Neither should you feel guilty for not being able to switch off your pain. From personal experience, when I'm having a flashback, anxiety attack or just a really bad day, the best thing whoever's with me can do is to follow my lead (for example, going with me to somewhere quiet so I can calm down, or doing something soothing together, or helping me distract myself). In my relationship, in particular, when one of us is having a bad day or a bad moment, the other tries to accommodate (within our own possibilities and boundaries, ofc!) to whatever the other needs in the moment, whether that’s space/to be alone, hugs, to talk about it, distractions, some nice takeaway and Netflix...

In contrast, what your boyfriend is doing lately seems to be assuming what you need, instead of asking, and taking the lead in trying to make you feel better instead of following yours and listening to your needs.

Again, I don’t know how your relationship is just from this ask, but assuming he’s genuinely trying to help you, I think the best thing to do would be to have an honest conversation about it. If (and only if) that’s what feels right for you, you could acknowledge the fact that he’s trying to help you and you appreciate him a lot for it, but tell him sexual things are not what you need in those moments, and that it’s hard for you to establish boundaries when you’re upset (which I think is the case from the way you phrased your ask, but again, please say only what feels right for you to say!), so you need him to not try to turn you on when you're upset.

If you do talk with him about it, I’d also recommend trying to avoid phrasing your feelings in an accusatory way, and concentrating on how you feel, on what your needs are, and on the fact that you know he'll be understanding about it; this can make it easier for the two of you to work together rather than against each other!

And, nonnie, remember that it’s always okay to say no to sexual things, or to touch, or to anything that will make you uncomfortable in any given moment, even if it’s your partner doing it, and even if he has the best intentions! Sometimes we want to help someone feel better and we mess up and do the wrong thing, but that’s okay; it doesn’t mean the other person is attacking us or mad at us when they point it out. In fact, if we care about the other person, we want to be told what we're doing wrong so we can do better from now on!

Sending a hug. Hope things change for the better ❤

#ask #advice #depression mention #panic attack mention #anxiety attack mention #boundaries #sex tw #guilt tw #Anonymous #Flashback mention #Relationship advice #Consent

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wordscorrupt · 6 years ago

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#3 and #18 please and thank you 💜❤️

Here’s #3: “Shhh, I know it hurts, I know.”

Once again, went overboard. Oh whale.

It was late at night and Tony was busy fiddling around with the schematics for Rhodey’s new legs. He worked to the beat of the rock music that blared from his speakers, occasionally sipping from a coffee-stained mug that he almost sure he had been using as a pencil holder last week.

Between the music and the numbers, figures, and ideas running through his mind at whirlwind speed, it was hard for anything else to penetrate his mind.

Except for Peter.

Tony would every now and then wonder how the kid was doing. He was on the tail end of his patrol as midnight came around and from the updates that Friday was giving him, the kid was having an uneventful night.

That was until Friday gave him the most recent update.

“Boss, I’m detecting critically high heat readings surrounding Peter’s suit.”

Apparently, his kid had now decided to throw himself into the fires of Mordor.

Or rather into an apartment building that had been caught on fire, Tony realized ten minutes later as he flew overhead the burning building ordering Friday to direct him towards Peter.

He crashed through a bedroom window a few moments later and thankfully didn’t have to search too long for his kid. It wasn’t too hard to take notice of the blue and red-clad kid that was curled up on the floor unconscious with flames licking at his skin.

“Damn it, Peter.” Tony cursed as he hoisted the kid into his arms, Peter’s head flopping back.

“I got you, bud.” Tony murmured, as he situated the kid more comfortably in his arms.

He had already directed his other suits to start contaminating and extinguishing the fire, leaving little room for him to feel guilty about not saving any other people that were stuck in the fire.

He’d later learn that Peter had been able to get everybody out before he collapsed due to a large amount of smoke he had inhaled.

Tony raced back towards the compound, instructing Friday to keep him updated on Peter’s vitals and to send an urgent report to the doctors in the medbay. By the time they reached there, the doctors and nurses on staff were anxiously awaiting their arrival.

Tony gently laid Peter on the bed before backing away to get out of his suit. In that time, the nurses had removed Peter’s suit and were busy slapping heart monitors to his chest and getting an oxygen mask situated on his face while a doctor listened to his lungs.

While the medical staff communicated to each other in their own jargon, Tony squeezed, or rather pushed his way, to the head of the bed and gently smoothed back Peter’s curls from his forehead, his hand getting covered in ash. He took notice of the small burns that scattered Peter’s face and the black ash that circled around his mouth and nose.

“Come on, kiddo. Open those eyes for us, bud.” Tony urged the kid, pressing his lips to Peter’s forehead. He glanced back up and his eyes scanned over the rest of the kid’s body, noticing that his injuries only got worse.

Peter’s torso and limbs were marred with bright red, swollen burns that glistened in the light. Blisters had already formed while some of the skin had started to peel away, exposing the raw layer of skin beneath.

Tony swallowed heavily, starting to pray that his kid remained unconscious instead, just to ease his suffering, as he watched the nurses started to drape cold towels over Peter’s burns.

Things never worked in his favor though as Peter started to become more alert.

Tony tried his best to placate the kid as he started to whither around, whimpering. “It’s okay, Peter. You’re okay, bud.”

“H-hurts.” Peter cried, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes as he opened them, gazing up at Tony.

“Shhh. I know, it hurts. I know, kiddo.” Tony murmured, thumbs reaching out to wipe away at the tears, careful not to aggravate any of the burns.

Tony was about to lean down to press another kiss to kid’s head when one of the doctors stepped in, pushing Tony out of the way and shined a light into Peter’s eyes while trying to gauge his level of consciousness by asking him a series of questions.

“What’s your name?”

“Mister Stark!” Peter ignored the doctor and his eyes desperately searched out for his mentor.

“Eyes up here.” The doctor tried in vain to get his patient to focus on him but Peter had other ideas in mind. Tony pushed his way back to Peter’s side and leaned down, stroking the kid’s curls. The stress that built up in Peter’s shoulders from Tony’s disappearance immediately vanished the instant Tony appearance once again in his line of view.

“I’m here, kiddo. But you need to listen to the doctor. Be a good spider-baby and answer his questions, okay?”

Peter managed a small nod and his eyes hesitantly traveled back up to the doctor who started questioning him again. Peter answered each one, slowly with his voice cracking every few seconds and with a cough that rattled his entire body.

A few minutes later, the doctor concluded that Peter was alert of his surroundings and briefly remembered the events that transpired that night.

Tony took the doctor’s place at the head of the bed once he moved away and tried to keep Peter’s attention on him as the staff worked on his burns. Tony knew that Peter’s powers would speed up the healing time for his burns, but the process was not going to be easy.

Even with the cocktail of pain medications that were coursing through Peter’s veins via IVs, Tony had to still spend hours comforting the kid as he sobbed his way through the nurses cleaning, disinfecting and bandaging up his mix of first and second-degree burns.

Hours later, Tony glanced at the clock as he finally took a seat next to Peter’s bed, his body depleted of all the adrenaline that had been built up.

3:08 a.m.

Peter was asleep, head lolled to the side the oxygen mask still pressed against his nose and mouth. His breathing was the top concern for the doctors and numerous x-rays and scans were taken to calculate any damage that might have occurred to his lungs.

The burns on his face didn’t require any extensive treatment and didn’t need to be covered up so they were an unforgiving sight as Tony gazed into Peter’s face while his fingers played around with the kid’s curls.

As his eyes momentarily drifted to Peter’s chest, taking in the slow, uneven rise and fall of his chest, he glanced at the white bandages that peeked out beneath Peter’s gown. If luck was on their side, they could be removed within the next three days, the doctor had told him.

Tony sighed, thinking back to that conversation or really any other conversation he was forced to have with these doctors.

He had to remind himself that bottom line, Peter was going to be okay. This could have been worse. Much worse…

No, stop thinking about worse scenarios. He thought to himself.

He had enough nightmares pertaining to Peter being injured and he didn’t desire for any more. He forced himself to push away all the dreadful thoughts trying to invade his mind and turned his mind towards his tablet instead, working on adding in upgrades to Peter’s suit to make it completely flame resistant.

Other than the beeping coming from the heart monitor and wheezing coming from Peter, silence surrounds Tony for almost an hour as he worked through the upgrades.

When he finally noticed that his movements are becoming sluggish, evidence of the exhaustion running through his body, Tony allows himself to lean back against his chair for a moment and before he knows it, darkness overtakes him.

The first thing that registered in Peter’s mind when he woke up was the throbbing pain that resonated throughout his body.

No thank you. Peter decided as he willed himself to fall back asleep which was hard thanks to the snoring that was coming from next to him.

“Mister Stark,” Peter cracked out, wincing as pain pricked at his throat.

God his mouth was dry.

Peter saw a glass of water on the table next to him and reached out, quickly realized he couldn’t move his arm out with pain radiating throughout his entire limb. Peter let out a choking sob at the painful sensation and not a second later Tony was shooting up from his seat.

Tony’s eyes darted around until they landed on Peter and he leaned in closer.

“Shh, you’re okay, bud,” Tony murmured, gently pushing back Peter’s hair away while his other hand reached towards the nurse’s button.

“H’rts.”

“We just have to increase your pain medicine, kiddo, and you’ll be fine.” Tony explained and a moment later the door to his room opened and Tony’s eyes drifted towards it. “See, the nurse is here, buddy and she’s gonna get the meds going again.”

“’ood ones?”

Tony chuckled, his thumb stroking Peter’s forehead softly. “Yeah, spider-baby. The really good meds.”

The nurse came closer, greeting herself before checking the machines that Peter was hooked up to and replaces his bag of pain medication.

She then checks him over—asking questions similar to the doctor from earlier, makes him point out his pain level on a chart of smiley faces (the frowny expression with tears means ‘worst possible pain’ and the smiling expression means ‘no pain’ the nurse had explained and Peter could practically hear Tony rolling his eyes) and gets a set of vitals on him.

She then pulls his blanket off and unhooks his gown from his shoulders exposing his chest before grabbing a stethoscope and presses it to his chest. She instructs him to take a deep breath which turns out to be harder that Peter thought it would be. He inhales and a series of harsh coughs come out when he tries to exhale. He sees Tony fidgeting in worry from his side view and feels Tony lay a comforting hand on the top of his head.

However, the nurse gives them both a reassuring look.

“That’s okay, Peter. Let it all out. Your lungs are actually sounding better.”

She takes a few moments to listen to his heart, seeming to be in agreement as to what she hears before tugging his gown back up and tucking the blankets back around him, being mindful of the bandages.

Tony waits until the nurse leaves before turning back to Peter. He takes note that new pain medication was already starting to take effect as Peter’s eyelids were starting to droop.

“Sleep, Peter. You need all the rest you can get, bud.” Tony starts to run his fingers through Peter’s hair once more, knowing that it was one of the few things that lulled Peter to sleep.

Peter gazes up at him, eyes unfocused and says one thing. “M’sorry.”

Tony sighs, taking a seat back down in chair before leaning over, hand never leaving Peter’s curls.

He makes sure Peter is looking at him before saying, “There’s nothing to be sorry for, bud. We just got taught a hard lesson on making sure the suit is more flame resistant.”

Its Peter turn to sigh and he mumbles out, “Not mad?”

Tony rolls his eyes before shaking his head. “You saved over thirty people in a burning apartment building, Peter. I don’t know how I could ever be mad at you about that, kiddo.”

“D’nt like it when m’hurt,” Peter points out.

“True, but it’s a part of being a superhero, buddy. No one gets out of this business unscathed, kiddo. It’s my job to make sure its just a little bit easier for you.”

Peter’s lips curl up into a smile and meanwhile, a fond expression settles over Tony’s face. They bask in the silence for a few moments before Tony interrupts.

“Now, enough sappiness. My heart can only take so much before it shuts down” He reaches for the blankets and pulls them up a little higher, settling them just beneath Peter’s chin. “You have to get some rest, especially since Happy’s bringing Aunt May over in the afternoon. And trust me, she’s not happy.”

Peter’s eyes widen. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.

#iron dad #irondad #tony stark #peter parker #whump #hurt/comfort #fluff #Anonymous

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dead-lesbians · 5 years ago

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Unfinished Thingy i wrote

It was the year two thousand and ....something...

Things hadn’t been the same after the ‘almighty’ Red Leader, took over most of Europe.

Most people had been recruited if they could pick up a gun and run, the only people left behind where the ones who simply where ‘not in the right mind set to kill’ as Red had put it, and children, so he had some what of a heart.

Of course, there where people who went into hiding, either for fear of being killed or being recruited.

Eduardo was a case of the latter. He could remember the day when Red Leader had first taken over like the back of his hand.

He had been at the gaveyard his previous roommate ,Jon, had been buried. Hed vist there alot, eachtime leaving something, usually it would be a si gle flower, however sometimes he had left a not or two there, he was sure Jon wouldn’t obviously read them, but it still made him feel a little less guilty about what he had said to the smaller housemate that day.

He only realised something was wrong after he heard the screaming. Hed gotten up quickly and hurried out the graveyard to see people running and screaming, being chased by people in uniform.

It was honestly a terrifying sight, even for the American.

He gulped and could remember sprinting home through small allies and streets, not wanting to be caught.

Of course when he did get home, it was an even worse sight than he had originally seen, his own girlfriend, Laurel, being dragged out forcefully by these men to this black truck,.

Laurel obviously was putting up a fight, she had never been the type to just give in.

Eduardo watched from a distance, hidden. He needed to fo something, to help her, but he had been frozen in shock and fear, he only snapped out of it once the truck had driven away once throawing her in.

Eduardo had to force himself not to breakdown there and then and sprinted into the house. It was unusually silent.

Mark and Eduardo had never really left the house after Jon had died, they couldn’t, especially to Eduardo, it felt like they would just be leaving the younger of the three behind, so they just repaired and stayed in the house, Eduardos girlfriend moving in with them.

Eduardo looked around, keeping his mouth closed in case any of the men where still around, that was untill he felt something hit the back of his head.

Thats when the rest of the days memories of that day kinda stopped, mainly cause his room mate, in a panic, had knocked the other out cold with a brook stick.

Ever since then, the two had been traveling around, trying to find resources and stay hidden from red army soldiers.

Thats how it had been for almost half a year when one night something was...wrong.

The two had set up camp in an abandoned house like usual and slept there for the night.

However around 1am, Eduardo was rudely woken up by someone muttering something. Hed originally thought it was mark and tried to get back to sleep, until he realised that his blonde room mate didnt sound this deep and raspy.

Eduardo gulped and lay perfectly still in shock. Oh god oh fuck what if it was one of the red army soilders, what if they where found what if-

“Eduardo? “

....they knew his name?...that was...strange...red army soilders where not allowed to say names, it was some stupid rule about ‘emotional connections’...of course Eduardo didnt know this, he just knew hed never heard any of them say his name before when they had been spotted.

The american gulped and slowly sat up, looking over at the stanger who was incredibly hard to see in the dark, and also hard to see cause this stranger had a flash light whining right into his eyes,

“Ow- shit, dont shine that in my face!” He shouted, covering his face,

“O-oh right! Sorry-“ the person laughed nervously and the light wasout down, yet still on, giving Eduardo the light he needed to see the strangers face.

It was..kind of a shock to see his ex neighbor crouching there in front of him, bags under his eyes from countless sleepless nights and unshaven messy stuble which probably would enevr grow into a proper beard.

“Edd..?” Eduardo said quietly, still pretty tired.

The stranger, except not really a stranger, nodded with a small smile. “My god, for once im glad to actually see you” he let out a tired chuckle and sat down. “Wait- are you gonna kill me? Please say you are not gonna kill me,everybody wants to kill me”

Eduardo shook his head. “We wont...we wont kill you” he reassured with a yawn.

“We?” Edd tilted his head a bit down at the much smaller male....damn...Edd had grown A LOT.

“Yeah, we, me and...” he looked over at where his blonde friend should be yet saw nothing. “...mark?”

Edd looked over at the blondes make shift bed and was wuiet for a moment before speaking up. “I think i saw him sneak out with a bunch of suppiles, i came in here cause he seemed to only be carrying what he could in his arms, so I thought there might be things left, though...it looks like he took nearly everything..”

Eduardo looked around, seeing that the brot was in fact right, only his bad, which looked alot less full, his and marks make shift bed, and his crowbar ,which he had been using as a weapon, was left.

“....what the fuck...?” He muttered, racking a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling a pit in his stomach

#eddsworld #eddsworld edd #edd eddsworld #eddsworld eduardo #eduardo eddsworld #mark eddsworld #eddsworld mark #this was like an au where Eduaro ran the rebellion instead of edd who went into hidng #theres a lot of plot holes and shit that i would change but my motivation is shit #this was in my drafts

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jackandmarksavedme88 · 6 years ago

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Anything But Average

TW: Alludes to some violence. @weirdmixofweirdness i had a brain and thought: why not pull up desktop mode ONTHEFREAKINPHONE. DUH 😂🙈

Formatting sucks but. Yeah.

@ashphoenix06 @nekob00

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Chase sat at the bar, his second glass of whiskey in his hand. He didnt want to go home, JJ and Jackie would want him to talk. And he just didnt feel like talking now. Itd been so long since she left it seemed...but seeing her today, across the street, holding hands with some guy theyd gone to school with, it seemed she was his just yesterday.

"Oh suck it up. She didn't want you. Youre here drowning your sorrows, and shes onto the next dick..deal with it" he thought to himself, draining the glass and waving for another.

"Ya know. Thats the cheap crap. You really wanna get blasted theres better stuff.." The bartender said "Yeah well. Im just drinking. Not getting crazy."

His phone buzzed and he looked down, laughing to himself at the meme Jack had sent him. Then a text came through from Alison She was Jacks friend that had become close with the Septic guys over the last few years. Based in Texas in the US they didnt see her in person much, but Chase and her communicated almost daily

A:Heyyyy. Whats up?

C: *picture he took of Stacey and her boy toy* Thats a guy we went to school with 😑. They were 'friends'

A: Dude. Thats a downgrade. Although she was never good enough for you anyway. Only good thing was the kiddos

C:yeah. It still hurts like hell though.... I need to run away. Get out of here. Theyre going to her moms for a month or so for school holidays and i dont want to be here.

A:well. You could always come here? My Dad and step mom are leaving so i have my cabin on the ranch plus the main house to myself for like a month. You should come!

Chase sat and pondered this. Him go to Texas? With horses and a lake and a bunch of land to explore with fourwheelers....that sounded like heaven

C: Are you for real? Because i could seriously use that lol

The phone rang with Alisons ringtone "Hello?"

Alison: Hell yes im serious! Itd help me out because i don't really want to be by myself out here that long. And you sound like you could use it. Seriously. Fly in, ill come get you and we can tear some shit up

Chase laughed 'alright. Be careful what you ask for Allycat"

Her laugh echoed across the line "Ohhh im shaking Mr Brody. Figure out a flight and let me know!"

Chase told her ok and hung up with her, immediately finding a flight that left in a couple of days "I am outta here" he said

************* 'Wait. So youre going for a month??' Jackie said in shock , 'Just like that??' He was standing in the bedroom door watching Chase pack. He had to be at the airport in about 2 hours

"Yeah. I need to get outta my head and Ali offered. So Im going. I think it'll do me some good. She has a computer and Stacey said i could skype the kids, they wont be in town anyway... I just need this Jackie" The hero stared at him knowingly and then nodded 'ok. Just be careful.... Hey..She ever say anything to you about her going MIA a while back?'. Chase shook his head. Thats one thing he hoped to get out of her. Even Jack had tried to get her to tell him where she'd been, but no dice. 'Hm. Ok. Well, let us know when you get there man...'

Chase zipped his suitcase and grab his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. 'I will bro. Thanks for understanding' he hugged his brother hard and then grabbed the suitcase and left.

******* Chase sat in the passenger seat of the truck, still speechless at Alison's appearance. He was expecting the Alison hed seen two years ago; but shed been training and gained muscle and holy hell. She was dressed in cutoff red shorts and a sleeveless black shirt. When she ran up to him at the airport hed almost stepped on his own bottom jaw. Her auburn hair gleamed in the sun as she talked about everything she had planned for this weekend

"Uh...chase..you ok? Awful quiet there bud" she looked over at him. Chase shook his head to clear his brain 'yeah. Yeah im good.... Hey. You look incredible!"

Alisons face flushed 'aw. Thanks' she laughed. "So. Here we are" she pulled the truck up to a gate and punched in a code. As she drove onto the ranch Chase stared out the window.

'Holy hell Alison. This is gorgeous.' They drove for another fifteen minutes, passed the huge main house and pulled up to a log cabin.

'Alright. Let's go in.' She grinned and stepped out of the truck. Chase smiled and followed her. She walked up the steps and unlocked the door. As Chase walked in he laughed. A Sam pillow and Pink Mustache pillow decorated the couch on either end.

'Really Alison?' He said, picking up Septiceye Sam "Hey! Yes really!' She said laughing. 'Just because im friends with them doesnt mean im not going to buy their shit!' He shook his head, all awkwardness gone.

There was the Alison he knew, a goofball with an affinity for Markiplier and Jacksepticeye.

She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling some steaks out. 'You hungry?' Chase nodded. 'Hell yes, ive been needin some of your cooking!' He said, his smile lighting his face. 'You know. Im gonna have to teach you how to cook Mr Brody.' She grinned at him. And he looked at her wide eyed "um..alison. You sure you wanna do that?' "Um. Yes" she said. Grinning at him. 'First lesson..music!' She pulled up an app on her phone and music began drifting through the room. Chase shook his head. Yep. Still Alison

****** Chase watched as Alison danced in place as she cut up some vegtables and potatoes. She was barefoot, singing along to the beginning notes of 'Small Town Boy' by Dustin Lynch, he smiled as he stood up from the barstool he was sitting on... Vegatables could wait He walked up behind her and took the knife from her hand, she turned to him 'what are you-?' Chase grabbed her hand and pulled her to the open kitchen floor and started dancing with her. She threw her head back and laughed as they swayed and Chase sang along

* I'm a dirt road in the headlights I'm a mama's boy, I'm a fist fight Kinda county line, kinda cold beer Little hat down, little John Deere I kinda give a damn I kinda don't care You see that girl standing right there She loves a small town boy like me She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl....* Alison laughed and sang with him. She was in trouble if her stomach and heart were going to continue playing Zoo escape with him here. Shed been friends with the guys a while. But this was out of left field. She hadnt expected her heart to try to beat its way out when she saw him standing there at the airport. His green hair had been replaced by a natural brown and his eyes shone as blue as ever. When he saw her and smiled as she started to run toward him for a hug, shed almost fallen over. This would be a very interesting visit.

*********** They were sitting on the back porch after dinner. Chase was watching Alison animatedly talk about training with some of the guys in her Dad's work, laughing when she knocked over her water glass when her hands flew into it 'Oh shit!' Alison cried out. Then she just started laughing and Chase couldnt help but laugh along with her as he went inside the sliding glass door to the kitchen and grabbed a towel and handed it to her. She mopped up the mess and then sat back down, still giggling.

'Well. Still gracefull as ever i see Miss Calaway' Chase said teasingly She stuck her tongue out laughing 'oh fuck off Mr Brody' They laughed and then sat in silence, watching the lake.

'So.' Alison said quietly 'how are you...really?'

Chase smiled at her 'you know.... Earlier this week i was in hell. Seeing her with him opened old wounds...but being here now i feel a little better. Like i can breathe. It hurts still. But i can breathe' Alison nodded and reached over and squeezed his hand 'im really glad you came. I needed some company...'

She dropped her hands to her lap and stared out at the water. The energy around them shifted and Chase could sense something hed been feeling all evening. Something was weighing heavy on her. 'Alison....whats going on? You never told me what happened that two week span you quit replying to anyone..and ive left it alone this long but.. i can tell now sitting here it wasnt a case of being too busy with fun stuff to look at your phone' Alison looked down, a mixture of sadness and guilt shadowing her face. He was talking about last year. Even Jack had tried to get out of her where shed been...but she hadnt told a soul. Only her family knew. Tears welled in her eyes... that had been during a bad time for Chase...she remembered the pain in the drunk texts from him that shed read when she got the phone back...

She stood and walked over to the railing. Trying not to cry and failing 'Hey...alison im sorry. I didnt mean to-..' Chase stood and walked up beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. She turned to face him and burying her face in his chest, silent tears rolling down her face for a moment. Then she took a deep breath, stepped back and wiped her face 'Sorry...its just... I never apologized for not being there for you. I read those texts a million times after the fact and... Im so sorry Chase'

Chase stared at her shocked 'thats whats upsetting you? Alison, i send angsty texts to my brothers every time im freakin drunk' he laughed. "You dont need to apologize. It was a bad point but nothing for you to feel guilty for being absent for... But i would like to know where you were. We all know when you reappeared you were different." Alison stared into his eyes, hed had never noticed how green they were. She was searching...but for what? 'Chase.... Not even Jack knows what happened...' She took a deep breath '....i was in the hospital.' Chases mouth dropped open in shock 'What?! Why???'

She stared at her feet and was quiet for a minute. 'Do you remember Chris?' She asked. Chase grimaced at the name, he remembered Chris. He also remembered the broken nose and black eye he gave him a couple years back when he saw him shove Alison to the ground "Yeah. Your boyfriend that no one liked?' She nodded 'yeah. That one.... God i shouldve listened to yall. ' Chase put his hand under her chin and lifted her gaze to his and spoke softly 'what did he do ali?' She swallowed hard. 'Short version? Got mad that i wanted to leave the country to come see yall.... Tied me up and used me as a punching bag for 3 days....'

Chases eyes widened in horror 'what the fuck....howd you get away???' She snorted 'my Dad came to find me.... Imagine for yourself how pretty that was' Chase knew it hadnt been.

Her father was famous for being called The Undertaker. Almost seven feet tall and 300lbs...and Alison was his little girl. His first daughter. His pride... Oh lord that couldnt have been good....

'So' she continued 'i was in the hospital for a good while... Actually the first time i texted you i was still there for another week.... ' Chase pulled her into a hug 'Ali im so so sorry..my God if i had known...' Alison laughed 'if you had known you wouldve been deported and arrested for murder...no i didnt want anyone knowing. Im the one who stayed when yall told me to leave. I'm the idiot.' Chase leaned back, arms still around her. 'No! Its not your fault. I dont care what we told you to do. You want to see the good in people. You want to believe everyone is good and thats an amazing trait. You should never think thats stupid' She smiled and leaned into his chest savoring the warmth and safety.

Later, after they had said goodnight and gone to their rooms, Chase lay there awake. He could still feel her head on his shoulder, feel the warmth from her, and his heart skipped. "What the hell is going on ??' He hadnt felt that since high school...that first skip of the heart when you find someone.... 'Oh grow up Brody. Shes your best friend and doesnt need your damaged ass complicating her life..' Little did he know she was in the room at the opposite end of the hall thinking along the same lines...

****** A week had gone by, they danced around the flirtation and the obvious tension that lay under their banter. The day before it had rained, creating mud puddles everywhere. Now it was sunny and muggy out. Alison excitedly threw a pair of 4-wheeler keys to Chase and grinned as she pulled her ponytail through the back of the hat she was wearing. Chase watched as she bounded down the front steps and followed suit. They were both in jeans. The day before Chase had bought a cheap pair of boots he could get muddy. They were heavy but at least it wasnt his sneakers. They headed down the path between Alison's and the main house. Chase studied her as they walked. He hadnt been as brave since the first night. He wanted to say something....anything. But he wasnt sure where to start. 'You good ?' Alison stopped walking and looked at him, his face flushed slightly "Yeah, im good. Ready to tear up the mud' Alison laughed 'well the shed is right over here. I keep mine here since its closer to my place' They rounded the bend in the path and came upon the metal shed. She unlocked the door and walked in, pulling the tarp off the two four-wheelers. She threw a michevious grin at Chase as she climbed on hers "You ready to get dirty?' She laughed Chase grinned 'Hell yeah!' He climbed on his and they roared to life, Alison shot out of the building and took off, he threw his head back laughing and started after her

****** After about an hour or two of flying through mud and water puddles, they were sitting on the edge of the lake on a blanket Alison had laid out under the big umbrella. Chase had his shirt off as it was wet and muddy. He looked over at her and couldnt help but laugh. She had mud streaked down her arms and some on her nose.. The only part that wasnt spotted was her legs. Shed taken off the jeans and was in her swim shorts that had been under them.

'What?!' She said

'Youre a little...uh...dirty there girl' She laughed 'you should see yourself, your floofy hairdo aint cuttin it kid' she said as she reached over and messed up his hair, dirt falling out 'Hey!' Chase cried and grabbed her hand as he chuckled 'you leave my hair alone. Youre just jealous' Alison laughed and rolled her eyes. 'Yeah. Ok' They sat next to each other in silence, her knees pulled up and arms wrapped around them. She leaned against his side and looked like she was ready to fall asleep on his shoulder. Chase scooted over to the far side of the blanket and laid back, then pulled her down so her head rested on his chest and an arm was around her. His pulse raced and she easily fit in his arm and curled against him.

She sighed contentedly 'hey Chase... Anytime i need to lay with someone im gonna find you. Because youre really comfortable' she said giggling. He laughed 'ok. But youll have to come across the pond a lot' 'Hmm' she said thoughtfully 'ok. Im good with that. Ill come over there for some Brody cuddles' He squeezed her and smiled. 'Hey....Ali?'

'Yeah?' She shifted her head so she could look up at him. Her heart raced as she caught his eyes. Shed been having trouble concentrating on anything since he took his shirt off and this wasnt any easier.

'What are we avoiding here?' He asked... He hadnt meant to be so blunt but it just kind of came out that way. 'I mean. We're good and normal and then other times its so freaking awkward..i dont get it' 'I-.' Alison didnt really have an answer for that. She knew what she thought she was avoiding. But she wasnt 100% sure. 'I dont know.. I mean... I think its obvious theres something to talk about. But neither of us wants to say it'

Chase stared into her green eyes intently 'Well if you want to say what i want to say, then fuck this silence. Tell me'

Alison sat up and looked the other way and he followed. 'Its not just that easy for me Chase.... I dont know what you want...i dont know what im supposed to do..i dont know wh-'.. '

He grabbed her chin and turned her face towards his 'what i want is for you to shut up and kiss me...what youre supposed to do is stop rambling and let me show you'

With that he pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her. Slowly at first and then harder. She sat up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. They pulled away breathless and stared at each other.

'Now alison' he said, his voice husky "Whyd you wait so long to do that?' He grinned and pulled her to him again and kissing her deeper, laying back, her laying halfway across his chest. After a moment she pulled away and laid her head down on him and laughed 'Holy crap' He laughed out loud, 'yeah... Thats one way of putting it' He kissed the top of her head and wrapped her in his arm, they both drifted off..

****** It was a month and a half later. Chase stood by the front door. Nervous. He didnt want to leave. They hadnt been what youd call official..neither of them labled it . Sure they had held hands, slow danced with each other, kissed and gotten close..but it wasnt like *that* was it?... And now he was going home. He wasnt supposed to feel this way. His heart wasnt supposed to ache like this....

Alison stood in her room making sure she had her keys and phone...stalling. "What the hell...why is this so damn hard. Hes my best friend....a great kisser...but my best friend! Its not supposed to be like this' she thought to herself. Walking out she caught his eyes and saw her sadness reflected there

'Are you ready to go?' She inquired, trying to sound happy

"....you want the truth or the answer thatll make you feel better?' He chuckled.

'Chase...' She stood by him and grabbed his hand... 'I know, i know. We live a million miles from each other... I just didnt think it would-' 'Hurt this much?' She said, staring up at him He sighed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in and kissing the top of her head. 'Yeah' She opened the door and they walked out to the truck.

******** 'Seriously. Come out sometime, the boys and me will show you a good time' Chase said Alison smiled at him ' Definitely...ill miss you. Thank you for coming. I had a blast'

Chase smiled and her 'And stop standing so far away.' He grabbed her hand and pulled her close 'its harder to kiss you goodbye from over there....if thats okay.... Just one last time?' She smiled and nodded as a blush crept to her cheeks he leaned down and kissed her, both of them holding on longer than they intended. 'Alison...dont be a stranger' he said. Hugging her one last time and picking up his bags. 'I..i wont Chase. Tell everyone i said hi'

She waved goodbye and watched him walk toward his gate, then turned and headed for her truck. When she got inside she let go of her control and cried. The tears didnt stop until she was back to her place. She walked into the room Chase had been staying in and found one of his worn shirts folded on the bed with a note and a small bottle of cologne. She smiled and cried a little reading it

'I know its not the same as falling asleep on me. But this is the cologne i use, you can wear the shirt or use it as a pillow case... Ill miss you' She laid down on the bed and could still smell him as she drifted to sleep

******** 'Dude. You were supposed to go over there to get happier. Now youre just more mopey. What the hell happened?' Jackie asked Chase

They were in the living room, Chase sprawled on the couch. It had been almost two weeks since he came home 'Jackie. Just leave it alone man. Ok? I dont want to talk about it'

'Chase, you need to talk about it. I havent seen you like this ever. When Stacy left you cried and drank and talked about it... You dont even drink anymore. You just sit and watch tv or sleep' Jackie said, worry coating his words.

Chase sat up 'look man. Im an idiot and i caught feelings at the wrong time and the wrong place. Ok? And it hurts because i cant be where i need to be and where i want to be at the same time! I dont drink because then i dream about her and....'

His words drifted off Jackie came to sit by him and put an arm over his shoulder ' you always dream about Stacy though. I thought the sleeping pills helped with that'

Chase put his head in his hands 'Bro. This isnt about Stacy. I never thought id say this but i think this hurts worse'

Jackie was shocked. He couldnt believe what had just come out of his brothers mouth 'Then...who? And what did they do that was so bad???'

Chase shook his head 'thats just it. Nothing bad. It was all amazing... But.. Damnit man. I just wish it wasnt so fucking far, you know?' Jackie thought for a minute and his eyes widened and mouth dropped as he caught on

'Holy shit you mean Alison???' Chase's head shot up 'Jackie if you tell anyone so help me ill strangle you' Jackie put his hands up 'No no. I wont..but..what happened?' Chase laughed 'nothing like that... We just kissed and cuddled a lot and... I really think i fell for her man and i dont know how to process it... I feel like I'm losing my mind.' Then he opened up and told Jackie everything about the trip. His brother just sat and listened.

*************** Two weeks later...

'Alison!' Jack ran over to her, shed begged him to pick her up at the airport but hadnt wanted anyone to know. Hed been happy to oblige. Confused. But happy

'Jack!' She ran over to him and hugged him hard. Shed missed this goofball

'Ok so are you going to tell me whats going on?' Jack said as they grabbed her bags and walked outside to where the Uber was waiting for them

' um.... Its a little hard to explain. But.. I just had to come ok? Im actually meeting my Dad tomorrow. Theyre here because of a movie shoot. We are all staying a month or so.'

Jack shook his head 'i know when youre lying. Theres something youre not tellin me Ali' She looked at him. Knowing hed either laugh or help her... Well only one way to find out

'Jack....when Chase stayed with me for that month... We..I.... I fell for him ok? And i think he feels the same way. And this last month has been hell because i cant stop thinking about him. I know it sounds crazy but i had to come see him, and yall. ' it came out in a rush.

Jacks mouth dropped open in shock. 'You mean...youre the reason Chase has been so mopey? Thank God i thought he was on about Stacy again' and he laughed 'So. Wanna suprise him?' His smile conspiratorial Alison grinned. She shouldve known she could count on him.

*********** 'Well why do i need to go Jack? Why dont you?' Chase whined into the phone 'i dont feel like talking to anyone about filming man. I dont have it in me' 'Chase. Youre going. Trust me. Just meet the agent at the park. Theyll be by the river. Itll be a good opportunity for you man' Jack said on the other end of the line, trying to keep from laughing. 'And what about the others? Jackie and everyone left the house today. They said they were staying with you tonight because you were filming some stuff. Why cant i help?' Chase questioned 'Look Chase. I need you to do this for me. Ok? Please bro?' Chase rolled his eyes 'fine. But this better be a good meeting' Jack hung up the phone and laughed 'oh trust me Brody. Youll love it' he said to himself. Shooting alison a text. 'Now we wait'

At the house Chase threw the phone. He wanted to be mad but he knew Jack was just worried. Hed been holed up in his room since he came back, hadnt touched his skateboard in a month, hadnt even looked at his PS4.. All he could do was go through the photos from his trip. Hed talked to Alison on facetime and she seemed to be happy, was training and riding horses. She had sent him phtos of her and her Dad and little sisters... He felt like he was lying to her. He said he was okay, just more tired...but the reality was he wanted to beg her to come to him. He wanted to tell her he thought he loved her-- but he just kept a smile on his face because as long as she was happy, thats all that mattered

****** Later that night Alison sat on the bench. Nervously playing with the hem of her dress she had bought that morning. He should be here any minute.... What if he was mad...what if he didn't want her here? What if.... She recieved a text from Jack

J:Hes there.

Her heart pounded. Now what? She sat and waited...hearing footsteps

* Chase could see someone on the bench by the water and headed that way. As he walked his eyes focused on the figure. Their hair was an auburn color... That thought made his heart ache as he remembered brushing Alisons from her face... He got close enough to the bench and the figure stood and turned toward him. His heart jumped and he almost fell down 'Al-alison?' He whispered. Not believing what he was seeing. 'Chase..' She said softly. Her face broke into a smile as tears filled her eyes. She ran to him and he embraced her. He finally let go and looked down at her grabbing her face with both hands "ali what the hell are you doing here?!' Tears rolled from her eyes 'Chase....i couldnt stay away anymore. Im sorry...i know i shouldve told you but i didnt know if you wanted me here and-' her words were cut off as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. When they pulled back he looked at her for a long minute and then spoke as he wiped her tears 'Dont ever apologize for making me this happy...ever. Of course i want you here. Its been hell just talking to you on FaceTime and not being able to say what im thinking. My God Alison i missed you more than i thought possible' She smiled and kissed his cheek and hugged him again. Savoring the feel of his arms around her

'Cmon. Lets go talk' he said pulling out his phone to call a ride 'I got it' she said grinning 'My dad loaned me a driver for my trip' she called someone and said whered they be. As they walked to the road Chase saw a black limo waiting and laughed 'Well. That beats an Uber'

As they rode he just stared at her. She was looking out the window. His heart beat faster. She came....she missed him so much that she came all the way here. He smiled to himself and then shot Jack a text

C:'Youre an ass for letting me walk into that unwarned....but thank you man'

J:no thanks needed. I did it for both of you. You both deserve smiles on your faces man. Now put the phone down... Also Jackie said to tell you 'stay in your own room' 😂

Chase laughed out loud and covered his face. He was going to have to smack him Alison looked over 'whats so funny?' She reached for the phone and snatched it before Chase could stop her 'alison i wouldn-' he warned laughing 'Oh my god.... Im gonna have to smack him when i see him' she said laughing as her face turned red. They both giggled and Chase grabbed the phone and turned it off after sending 'tell him i said ..' Followed by a couple of middle finger emojis

***** They walked into the house and Chase locked the front door before grabbing Alisons hand and kissing her again. He couldnt believe she was here. Alison leaned into him and kissed him back and then said smiling 'i cant believe im standing here' Chase laughed 'i cant either! I mean...why would you come all this way??' Alison locked eyes with him. 'Because... I never knew i could miss someone so much Chase. Honestly it was driving me nuts. I got tired of having the pictures from your trip and FaceTime with fake 'hey buddy' bullshit..... But i wanted to say it to your face.

Chase nodded. He knew exactly what she meant.

** Alison had been there a week and couldnt get over the fact that she was with him. Chase was sprawled out on the other side of the king sized bed and snoring. They had both decided to stay in the hotel room she had reserved for her time here. Chase wasnt used to such a huge bed and Alison laughed thinking back to his face when he first laid on it. She laid her book down and reached over, brushing his hair back and smiling. He stirred and blinked at her sleepily "Ali-- you ok babe?" Her heart jumped at that name. She felt a blush spreading as he sat up and his bare chest became visable. "Yeah- yeah. Was just admiring how cute you were when you sleep" He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair "what. Are you saying im not cute when im awake? " "Well....when youre asleep youre much quieter" she said laughing. His mouth opened in fake offense and then he grinned mischeviously "Oh. Okay.." He rolled over and caught her and tickled her and she laughed and squealed. 'Chase! Chase! Okay i give i give!!" He stopped and looked down at her as he laid across her and laughed 'youre pretty cute yourself Alleycat " he kissed the tip of her nose and she craned her mouth up. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around him. He still wasnt used to the sparks that went through his brain with her. That first night hed stayed with her they... Caught up.. quickly. He was still addicted to the taste and feel of her even after as many times hed experienced her. "Ali-" he whispered as he placed his forehead to hers "Yeah Chase?" "I...i think... This is gonna sounds insane' he laughed She pushed him up so she could look in his eyes "Baby...what?" Chase stared into her green eyes. Never having been more sure of what he was about to say...knowing if he didnt hed never sleep "Alison..... I love you...and i know thats crazy. I never thought id ever say that to anyone with this feeling behind it after her....but honestly if she walked up to me right now and asked me to come home...id say no. Youve made me feel whole. You make me the man i want to be. Even my kids when i saw them yesterday asked why i was so happy... ' He stopped and grinned sheepishly "i kinda talked about you a little...they want to meet you. I told them maybe in a couple of weeks..but thats up to you..Stacy was cool with it if you are..' She stared at him, not knowing what to say. A smile broke across her face and her eyes misted over "Chase...id love to meet them..." She pulled him to her and kissed him before saying quietly 'and Mr Brody...you should know. I love you too.." *****

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sunshine-and-murderxbears · 6 years ago

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So I wrote a fic with my Oc and my friend over @mlmdarkfiction’s oc. I don’t write much usually and I’ve never really posted a fic to tumblr so... try to bear with me on this ;u; also I’m posting this via mobile so I’m sorry for the formatting if it’s bad

Rating: Mature

Potential triggers; Mental/Emotional Abuse, Possessiveness, Isolation from friends, violence, Murder.

Characters: Melody and Garma

Summary: Tension between Melody and Garma Grow as the jealous and possessive poltergeist uses his supernatural abilities to scare off her friends and love interests, finally Melody has had enough and does something no one would ever expect her to do.

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"I am having friends over, Please Behave" She says

She used to say is so sweetly, kindly. She used to say it in a way that reminded him that there was enough room in her heart for him and her friends; her lovers. She used to say it to him firmly to remind him that there was room enough in her life for all of them, to remind him that acting out wouldn't change anything. Except that it did because Now when she said those words, she said them coldly, harshly. Her sweet voice coruppted and fouled by weeks and weeks of growing resentment and bitterness towards him.

She's been drifting away from him as a result. She barely even looks at the little bear he came with anymore, she used to keep it in the same room as her. On the chair while she sat on the sofa and read a book, on the counter in the kitchen while she cooked, and tucked close to her breast while she slept, arms wrapped around it and holding it close. Now the bear sat on a shelf in her closet, sometimes she'd put it on her dresser but made it face the wall. Still she cuddled it at night while Garma sat at the foot of the bed and watched her sleep.

Sometimes he'd lay with her while she cried herself to sleep and whisper words of comfort to her while she hugged the bear and stained it her tormented tears. He wishes he could hold her, but it takes too much energy to make himself solid to do so. She cries now more because of him than anything else. She laments how she wishes he'd stop scaring people away.

Ever since she started dating Garma would act out whenever she had company, he's make unsettling and personal messages appear on the walls or mirrors, hed cause the lights to flicker and go out, and fling things across the room with potentially deadly force. Her friend now thought she was cursed and she couldn't maintain a relationship with anyone at all. This was a life she wanted to get the most out of because of her recovery, miraculous as it was. This gift she'd been given was starting to feel like a burden.

He heard her talking to her friend about the bear. She talked about throwing it away, she talked about moving so maybe this activity would stop and she could finally have a life. That hurt him a lot. She wanted to abandon him after everything he'd done for her? It stung, if he had a heart it'd have sunk to the pit of his stomach. As hurt as he felt, a part of him also felt guilty. He wanted to spare her from suffering, not be the cause of it. However if these people couldn't handle a haunting, then did they really deserve her? No, he concluded, as much as it hurts her now, its for the best in the long run. They can't hurt her if they can't get close to her in the first place.

She never does it though, she keeps the bear always, and she maintains her relationship with him, confides in him, allows him to comfort her when she needs a shoulder to cry on. He's all she has after all, what else was she supposed to do? Despite that she still gets more and more bitter towards him, angrier. She gets mad at him a lot, yelling at him. She's told him that She wishes she never accepted the bear, that she wishes she'd have thrown it away when she realized he came with it. She tells him he's not her angel anymore, he's not her guardian. She calls him evil, a demon, a curse. She wishes she never met him now even if that meant shed have died. These words sting, they always do. He tries to explain that he only does these things because he loves her.

Garma is jealous and greedy, he wants her all to himself, she's supposed to love him. He's helped her live, supported her and he has never left her side like everyone else has. He tells her that if her friends and her lovers really cared, they'd have supported her when she needed them, stuck around after the activity he cause, they wouldn't be telling other people she was cursed. He knows she believes him, she thinks he's right because of the way she shouts and cries, the way her body trembles with sorrow and rage. This life wasn't fair to her, it was supposed to be a gift, not a curse. Watching her, He remembers youthful eyes, ones that were scared and uncertain. He remembers how the other kids treated her with cruelty and unkindness and how she never treated them that way. Garma remembers draining each one of their life force and using it to heal her.

How young and Naïve she was back then, believing him to be an angel. Now she knows better, now she knows how awful he really is. Part of him wishes he had warned her before hand how terrible he was, but she needed him, and he loved her. God how he loved her. She was radiant and kind and beautiful, how could he not love her? He wanted to be with her and didn't want her with anyone else. No one else could have her, no one else would love her like he did, no one would be as devoted to her happiness and needs as he was. Only him and no one else.

After months of bottling up anger and frustration she finally snapped. He watched as she tore the house apart, broke several of her own belongings, watched items both large and small get hurled past that old ratty teddy bear she kept in the room with her some of the time. It all seems to happen in slow motion when it happens. Her tears caused her make up to smudge and smear, a sight to behold, a force to be reckoned with. The anger and the pain haunted him.

He watches in shock when she spots the bear, the source of all her suffering, the conduit to the one that presumably ruined her chance at a happy life. She looks up at him and says something that doesn't process with him. She wants to make him suffer like she has, that much he knows. She pulls as hard as she can until the arms ripped off the bear. Garma watches horrified, for a moment he almost feels as though it him she's tearing apart. She doesn't stop there, oh no. She keeps tugging it and ripping it, she throws it and stab it several times before taking it outside and throwing it into a trashcan and lighting it on fire.

Garma watches in shock, tears stream in what feels like thick blobs down his face as he looks at her. The fire lights her feature dramatically, she looks as hurt as he feels. Garma tries to speak but his words get stuck. Time seems to stop now as they stare at each other and it picks up again as she cries out and falls to her knees. She's sobbing. Garma watches her, he stares at the yellow flower barrette in her hair and for a moment is grateful he attached himself to that instead of staying attached to the bear or the barrette she put on it.

She wails in agony, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Garma, despite the overwhelming pain he's in knowing she just practically tried to kill him, approaches her and kneels in front of her. She shouts at him and punches him. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a hug. Its exhausting but necessary. She finally hugs him tightly as if he was the bear and sobs into his chest.

Once she's calm and laying in his arms, she apologizes to him.She explains that she doesn't hate him, she doesn't regret meeting him, she starts to cry when she apologizes for destroying the bear. She was angry and frustrated. Having to endure people leaving you all the time for something you can't control takes its toll on a person. He understands, and he forgives her.

Garma tells her He loves her, to which she chuckles weakly and sighs, her reply simply being "Too bad you're not alive, i'd have given us a shot.." Garma tightens his hold on her when he realizes she's right. Nothing could happen between them because she's alive and he's not. He sighs a shaky breath as he picks up a large shard of glass, probably from a broken bottle or something.

Her voice is soft again, Sweet and tender, "I love you, Garma... thank you for being one constant in my life." she says. She's too sweet for this cruel world. too kind..

"I love you too." Garma whispers back to her

Once she nods off he grips the glass tightly, his energy fading fast now. he leans down and kisses her forehead as he plunges it into the base of her skull, the soft part where it meets the neck. Her death is swift and peaceful. He pulls the glass out and lays her gently on the ground. He watches as her Spirit materializes close by, looking confused and scared. She then notices him, she also notices the blood on his hand and her corpse at his feet

"G-Garma....?"

Garma smiles sympathetically at her as he walks over to her and takes her hands, Melody looks mortified, but Garma looks genuinely happy with what's happened, even as he embraces her.

"Now we can be together forever."

#my fics #oc x oc #oc; Melody Dominguez #friend oc; Garma #pairing; sunflowers&teddybears

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bluebuckstallion · 6 years ago

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kinda ramble-y fic below the cut, includes a metric fuck-ton of angst, macdennis, teen au, drinking, and a Lot of implied abuse/trauma

summary: macs a rebellious 14 year old tht hates the rich, dennis is a dick that really just needs an outlet to share his feelings, theyre sad together

ok no offense but i just...really love the concept of like, teen mac & charlie crashing house parties. them sneaking out of the house together and their late night adventures quickly becoming a blur of adrenaline and laughter as they jus show up at random parties someone down the street is throwing. they show up undetected at the peak of the utter chaos that is teen rebellion, take a shitload of booze, and then ditch just as fast. they go by the train tracks after and get wasted together, drowning out the deafening reality that is their parents dont care enough to notice theyre not at home every night & that life isnt going so well. and for once they can be happy in each others company and have a taste of a childhood they deserved, even if they can only find it at the bottom of a bottle

one night mac goes off by himself, probably because charlie just hasnt been as up to going out. mac has no clue why, the only things charlie’s been sputtering about between drinks every night is his ‘son of a bitch of an uncle’ who moved back in recently. mac doesnt understand and charlie wont give him what he needs to understand it. so mac gives it no second thought. he spots this absolutely huge house in the suburbs. hes never seen something with architecture like this and hell sure as hell never understand how someone can afford so much room, or what its even used for. the yard is donned with blacked out kids he knows from his classes, and the inside of the house is filled with the melody of drunk kids slurring and laughing to party songs.

he decides this is it-this is the one place hell allow himself to go without his best friend. and hell definitely save booze for him. and he wont allow himself to feel guilty for it, he never does anything for himself anyways. he strides in with a nonchalant facade and his best ‘yes-i-definitely-belong-here’ smile from cheek to cheek, waving at classmates that never noticed him before and definitely wont now. which is the only advantage that comes from being the rat, one of the sore losers in the bullshit hierarchy that is high school popularity. nobody will notice when youre taking something right infront of them.

he makes it to the kitchen and finally pieces together who lives here-its the piece of shit he has half his classes with, the word snob as a person, someone he cant help but loathe for his gross elitism. its dennis reynolds. some kid thats really full of himself, someone who helped trademark ‘the rat’ and laughs at mac while hes down. he didnt really mind, its not like he was bullying charlie, and he was strong enough to take the half-assed insults this guy threw at him. it wasnt a big deal.

but here, now-he found dennis in the midst of his own party, alone in the kitchen, half-empty bottle of tequila in tow, and what looked like mascara trailing from his eyes. what a pussy is what he was about to say, but something stopped him. dennis looked at the other boy looming over him and flinched, covering his face instantly. mac was confused, what the hell was he doing that for? when dennis realized he was fine, he instantly tried to revert back to his cool guy defense mode. something compelled mac to crouch down next to him because, well geez, the poor kid was a mess.. and he felt like it humanized him. the urge to steal his things for a taste of a life he never had slowly died down as he said hello to the gracious party host himself. “why-are-you-here”s were spit out instantly, because dennis didn’t remember inviting some dirty street rat to his party. mac gave a really half-assed excuse, which was all he needed to convince dennis he was supposed to be here, considering all his thoughts were mush from how out of it he was-he never had the opportunity to drink this much on account of his sister beating him to it, or his mom emptying everything after heated arguments with his dad. and although it annoyed him when she was drunk, it was better than falling asleep to the melody of fighting and the threat of an impending divorce.

but anyways, now mac is lost in his eyes and they’re both half a bottle of tequila down, and he isnt sure if hes holding his hand or just dreaming it. and oh god, his eyes are so beautiful and his lips are coated with strawberry chapstick and he wants to kiss them so bad, he wants to keep holding his hand for all of eternity but at the same time he wants to hold his face in his hands and wow he wants to kiss him so bad and to taste the strawberry chapstick and god, hes infatuated. he wants to wipe his tears away and to kiss his rosy cheeks and run his hands through his hair, so bad. and it hits him that hes too deep, what would charlie think of this? falling for the enemy? fuck. but that doesnt matter because all that matters now is the fact hes really hand in hand with someone hes fallen in love with, and all it took was talk of trauma and a bottle of tequila.

theyre no longer on the kitchen floor as theyre giggling hand in hand stumbling up the stairs, leaning on each other and shushing one another as they laugh too hard to smile right and their cheeks are flush and they arent sure if its the drinking or their company. theyre trying to be quiet as they close the door to the twins’ room and dennis tries to lock it with a shaky hand. mac watches him in utter jaw-dropping awe, feeling butterflies fill his stomach and suffocating any insecurity hed ever felt before. this was new to him. but dennis felt it even stronger. hed spent so long building up a wall, hed spent so long listening to his mothers vodka-fueled lectures about never letting yourself fall in love. barbara made him promise hed never do that to himself, it hurt too much she told him. but now he was sitting on the top bunk of his bed with what seemed to be the boy of his dreams, he didnt know he could ever feel this way or honestly feel anything at all, and he was too drunk to feel guilty for it.

hours pass and now mac is laying on his bare chest. dennis has his hands intertwined in his hair and hes taken away by how soft it is when he strokes it. macs never felt a wave of clarity envelop him so softly before. hes at peace. all the droning hum of party music is drowned out. all he can hear is the soft rhythm of their hearts and their cautious breathing, both scared that this still might not be real. macs heart flutters when he realizes dennis’ breathing gets faster as he moves his hand across his chest, and he looks up with half-slit puppy dog eyes that dennis is absolutely in love with. mac opens his mouth to speak, but changes his mind. he doesnt wanna jinx it, hes so scared he wont be able to impress cool kid dennis reynolds, and he doesnt wanna do anything to change this moment. he plays it safe. as he snuggles closer, dennis holds him and macs face is the warmest its ever been, and he buries it in the other boys chest. he doesnt know how to react to this, hes never known how to react to anything but especially nothing like this. his face is even warmer than macs and hes trying so hard to not let him know that he likes him because thats something his mom would be ashamed of. mac falls asleep on his chest, and dennis cant stop playing with his hair.

dennis wakes him up because he knows everything would be ruined if anyone found them together, especially his sister. god knows what she would do. and dennis tries to tell him he should leave, but the words choke him too much to come out when he sees macs adorable face glance up at him. and hes just too shy to say a word.

the next thing they know, dennis pulls him closer and theyre both kissing for the first time, and mac feels wrong. he wants to push him away and he knows he should feel absolutely horrible, he knows god would be disappointed in something like this and hes terrified of the consequences hell get. but he pushes the thoughts away and succumbs to the warmth that surrounds his body. dennis is holding him so gently and neither want to ever move again, and something compels them to stay together. the kiss is only broken by dennis’ nervous laughter, and a smile that he cant hide. and when the boys recollect themselves they start kissing again. they never went further than that, partially because they couldnt get it up this drunk and partially because they were too scared to ruin it, but it was still nice to fall asleep side by side, even if they didnt mean to

mac wakes up to the soft golden smile of the suns rays against the bed, and he vaguely remembers last night. panic sets in like it never has before. hes never stayed somewhere else this late before. what if charlie’s looking for him. what if whoever hes with didnt lock the door and someone saw him. and then he remembers who hes with, and hes terrified. what the hell did he do? he feels tears of shame well up because he knows hes a sinner in gods eyes and hes made the biggest mistake of his life, and oh fuck when he tried to get out from under the covers he woke dennis up. he isnt even half as shocked as mac is, hes calm. hes happy. hes never woke up so peacefully before, and hes grinning. he tries to tell mac good morning but hes rambling under his breath about how wrong this is and hes going to hell, and dennis takes that as a sign he shouldve taken his mothers advice. hes utterly crushed.

mac doesnt even apologize as he leaves, he slips on his boots and gets out as soon as he can despite the wavering tone in dennis’ protests and pleads to stay. he forgets his jacket during the rush. he leaves dennis confused and more scared of opening up than hes ever been, and he doesnt know how to deal with his feelings anymore. mac tries to forget everything. he never tells charlie. he doesnt ever want to look dennis in the eyes again. he never wants to feel that way again, because he went from feeling on top of the world to being ashamed and thinking he knows its wrong. he doesnt tell anyone.

#macdennis #fanfic #?i guess #dennis reynolds #ronald mac mcdonald #dennis #mac #iasip #always sunny #its always sunny in philadelphia #hey im rlly sry abt this being shitty but hhhhh this is loosely based on a party i went to awhile ago so cheers #angst #fluff #uhhh theres a bit of implied charmac @ the beginning #i didnt proofread this so ;/#anyways #ash.mp3 #ash.doc

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buddaheadcannonsonice · 8 years ago

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Rika’s back and MC gets left P. 5

Rika is back and MC gets sick at the same time she feels abandoned. Part 1 (x) | Part 2 (x) | Part 3 (x) | Part 4 (x) | Part 5 (x)

Some say that people experience 3 different loves throughout their lifetime

The first: the young, idealistic kind of love that looks right but may not feel right

The second: the hard love; where lessons are learned and the kind of unbalanced love where making it work is more important that if is actually should work

The love we wished was right

And finally

The third: the wrecking ball; the one we never see coming and teaches us why the rest didnt work out

Looks wrong; but feels right and lasts

Not always will each be experienced in close age gaps following another; some never experience all three

Others are fortuante and only experience one or two

and others believe they have experienced all three in another life

But sometimes love is only a concept and not real for some people in the sense that love only has to be sexual or romantic and not familial

Whatever the case you need to acknowledge the different loves

Because love is more than just romantic or classified;

Not always will they be romantic or have enough power in them to stir a storm in you, but there is always a level of light within each love

Sometimes, it can be hard to realize, accept, and even move on from; but sometimes it’s best to move on from them, even if they are your family

---

You don't think you can move

The sounds of blades ripping through the air make your ears hurt and pop

Someone is caressing your head

and someone else is gripping your hand

You don't know where you are or why

But you don't feel like you should be there

The voices are distant and unlike anything you can understand

Sometime later the loud blades stop and you’re being lowered by a few people and wheeled away

You hear people arguing and yelling and you still can't open your eyes

Why can't I see?

You can't move either

You feel needles entering you

Machines all around

And feel nice, clean oxygen enter your nose through tubes

Am I in trouble?

You still cant hear well

But you can feel

You feel someone squeeze your hand and someone kiss your cheek

You don't know where they went but after a few minutes they all left

--- Jahee ---

She can't believe it

She doesn't

Not at first, not until V explains

He explains that Rika had always been sick

that she needed to save everyone and help in anyway she could to feel needed and loved

V explained how she could only help them by hurting them and by making MC the middle person

But he didn't think she would hurt MC

Not in a way that would kill her way at least

By the request of Mr. Han

Jahee had both lawyers and psychologist at the standby ready

But her main concern was MC

She thought MC was gone, that she left without goodbye and was hurt

But no; she was wrong

MC was the victim

What will become of her, she didn't know

She wondered if anyone felt like she did bc no one seemed to think that Rika and V needed to be held accountable

It was a game of pointing fingers and “If MC dies what then?”

She needed something more awakening and filling than coffee atm

She needed MC to be okay

--- Yoosung ----

He was livid

How could V blame everything on Rika? She would never do this!

After he saw the messages he threw his phone

He went to Zen to be caught up and both went with Jahee to the hospital where Jumin and Seven were waiting for MC

He needed to see Rika though

Neither Jahee nor Zen complied

He asked Jumin to take him to see Rika but Jumin just looked at him with an unreadable expression and if he asked Seven, Seven wouldnt have answered since he’d have been busy on his laptop

He almost gave up but then saw Rika in a separate room with V

He couldn't stand V

V did this; by allowing this to continue he hurt MC and RIka

He would never ever forgive him

---- Zen ----

The surgery was long and tiring

He canceled everything and stayed in the waiting room Jumin had set up for them rich kid problems

He really had a need just to smoke all his stress away but didnt want to knowing that MC wasnt a fan of the smell and he didnt want her to say that when she woke up from the surgery

He had it all planned out

“Forget Rika and the rest, let's go and travel without responsibilities MC”

And he hoped she'd agree and maybe even offer to take them all to visit her home and family and

he was excited that the pet she had was a dog and not a cat bc poor bby cant sneeze and have fun at the same time

But he knew he just needed to ask for trust fund over there for some help and once MC was out of here hed propose the idea to her and the other members

BUt first he’d need to know how they found her and everything because V was vague and it irritated him how they kept secrets

He thought they were all family; is this how a family should be?

He really just needed a smoke

---- Seven ----

It's an endless nightmare for him

Hacking into the system worked up until he couldn't continue to watch her stats drop

He didnt want to imagine what damage would befall onto MC

AFter flatlining a few times, he was sure that the doctors would call her time of death but they kept at it

Until finally MC stabilized

When the doctors told the rest the news he didnt think he could breathe until he saw for himself that MC was okay and not taken away again by an occult-following quack of a doctor

So he kept an eye on her through the video

He read on the reports the doctors and nurses were inputting into the system but all he could think about was who Unknown was

V would know, but he didnt trust himself to go to V to get answers

Not at the moment anyways

They must have been good to have helped MC

And isn’t there some saying that if a dog likes a person, it’s because they are good?

----

You can hear and feel and think

But you can't see

Am i even moving?

You being to wonder where you have come to that you don’t understand anything anyone is saying

You panic because you feel people touch you,

but you can’t see anyone or anything and it scares you because they cant hear you to know to stop

You try to hear out for your mom or dad

You feel hands on your face and you panic because you dont want anyone touching you there; you cant stand anyone touching you anywhere

You feel something cold run up your arm and then you fall back to calmness...

---- Jumin ----

He couldnt look at her let alone hug her

He wanted to know that she would forgive him

BUt at the moment he really wanted to know that she would overcome this and wake up and smile

Just to see her smile would make everything else fall into a prefecture of being able to breath easy

The doctors said that she would have to continue on the medication and get on a clinical trial that can possibly help her we all know Jumin pushed for her to be in one

But Jumin didnt think everything would ever be the same

They wrapped her face becasue of the medication that Rika gave her, that caused some deformities in her eyes

They got to her in time to save her eyes, but she won’t be able to see for a few days until she fully recovered

They said she would be groggy when waking up and even confused, which should go away in time

They gave her a sedative to relax her so she wouldnt further injure herself

But it made him confused that she didnt understand them at all or know who was talking

Or how she was feeling all over herself, which caused her to think someone else was touching her and which caused her to panic even more

He knew he should go and see Rika and V but he couldn’t atm, not while MC was like this

Jahee left to get coffee and to make sure the lawyers were ready for whatever was to come:

Either RIka and V are held accountable or not, or if MC decides to leave everyone and order a restraining order- whatever she wanted, he was sure to deliver

--- Rika ---

“It was all for the sake of everyone”

she chanted over and over, not knowing that she was mumbling to herself as V and her cousin stood by watching her from the doorway

Some time had passed, not knowing what day it was, or what happened after the girl... the one with the sin... after that sinful girl was taken it all went blank for Rika

She tried to remember but she couldn’t push past the hazy clouds of incoherent memories she didn’t trust anymore

There was one doctor she liked that she saw

He was a man of his word and talked to her about religion and even let her explain how that sinful girl made her way into hurting everyone

and how it was only possible becuase she and how it was only possible becuase she let it happen

If it had not been for Rika, no one would have met MC

No one would have been saved!

No one would have been liberated from the tribulations and trials and suffering that came with life had it not been for Rika allowing MC into the RFA

And the doctor understood that.

Rika didnt ask for updates on the sinful girl bc she wanted to know that it was all worth it in the end to save everyone

“She woke up and scared everyone when she didnt understand them” V talked to Rika as she continued to mumble her chant

“Thankfully Jumin is fluent in English and was able to talk to MC for the few moments she didn’t remember Hangul”

Rika slightly upset that she failed

Hearing the angels mock her as she sat there listening to V talk about that sinful girl made her angry

She didnt want to be mocked by the angels anymore

--- V ---

He felt guilty in ways that he knew were sick and twisted

He shouldnt have defended Rika or he should have gone to seek help for her

He let Rika’s condition continue and grow until she no longer was the same Rika he first met at the gallery all those years ago

He was too scared to meet everyone face to face after all that had happened; he didn’t want to see anyone out of fear and shame

MC woke up confused and only understandable through English

The only thing that kept V sane was the small conversations Jumin would have with him

granted they were mainly one-sided, he felt warm and almost forgiven when Jumin talked to him

He didn’t know if he would ever recieve forgiveness from MC

at this point, he wasnt sure he even deserved it

But to know that MC would turn out fine despite all he had done and let Rika do would give him comfort for the rest of his days

------

Jumin calmly explained how you were not in America anymore and that you were in South Korea

He helped you remember things you already knew but you didn't want them to know you knew

You figured it would make things easier if you let them think you forgot the majority of everything

From them abandoning you to the drugs and to the now; you wanted them all to think you forgot the major events

You did, however, let them know that you did not forget Paco poor bby was sad until he saw you

You found it hard to lie to them for the first day and then went to slowly ‘remembering’ Hangul

It was not hard to pretend to be weary around them bc they did abandon you and thought you left them without having known you better

You wanted to forgive them for having left you and forgotten about you

but you couldnt find it in you to forgive them

Try as they might, you could not go back to before Rika resurfaced

Zen offered a trip to the States to visit your family, and Jumin ofc said he would pay for the trip for everyone

Jahee provided a lot of amazing coffee for you to indulge in such the coffee whore you ever are

Yoosung would stop by and cry for a few seconds each visit and then leave the room in an uncomfortable manner

and then there was Seven

You dont know why but you couldn't find it in you to ever stay mad at him

You did want to ask him about Saeran, bc you weren’t sure if you should expose Unknown’s identity to a hacker who works for bosses that dont seem to be the best runner-ups for ‘Boss-of-the-year-award’

Would he get in trouble? What if by exposing his name, I’d get him in trouble? I don’t want Saeran to be involved. He shouldn’t have to hide either. Where did he go? Would Seven keep this a secret if I asked him to?

--- Unknown ---

He watched MC convey confusion and watched how she reacted towards everyone

How she was at ease with Saeyoung and Jumin the most out of all the RFA

How she smiled when the secretary would give her coffee and when the red-eyed boy would smile back at her after he would helplessly flirt

Or how she would tense up when the young blonde boy walked in sad and left sad, but how she would fondly smile at the boy when he was not apologizing

Saeran felt like he was part to blame for what happened to her

Maybe one day he will come back and see how things would work out if he could find out more about Saeyoung

He felt like he was making all the right choices and for all the right reasons, that is until MC and Paco became his mission, making him loose the game and goal he set out to win

His primary concern was how to come back to face Saeyoung without malicious intent

until then, he figured he would go to America and see how things were for a few weeks how convenient that it would be during their trip to visiting MC’s home town

----

You didnt know if Yoosung would ever look at you the same

it bothered you slightly how the one person who you thought would have stayed by your side would leave you a lot more than the rest

But you knew

you knew how this must have all been confusing for him to have discovered what mental issues his cousin was dealing with

You just wished that he didn't blame V for everything

bc it wasnt V, it was all Rika

You know you should forgive and forget but you couldnt

It didnt feel right to lie to Seven and Jumin

but you got the sense that they knew you knew

Somehow it a silent agreement between the 3 of you to pretend that you dindt remember most of the past few weeks

You were scared of leaving teh hospital because you didnt want to be alone anymore

but you were scared of the hospital from the beginning since most of everything started with the hospital

Jumin offered you the best lawyers and doctors and space as an apology

while Seven kept you company and when he thought you slept, you could hear him profusely apologize

You agreed to Zen’s idea of a vacation only after V admitted Rika into the psychiatric ward

Yoosung wouldnt talk to you for days or to anyone, but you felt like maybe he needed to take time to re-evaluate his thoughts

You enjoyed it when Jahee would bring in a good cup of coffee and talk to you like you used to before

No one mentioned the illness you had or the Rika events

It made you happy to not think about the stress or heartbreaking moments

but it made you sad too because it was your life

and no one was acknowledging it at all

You did, however, receive only one letter from Unknown who asked you to keep his real name a secret until the next time you would meet

He reminded you that you could still talk to Paco about the part of your life everyone was okay with omitting

And you understood why they wanted to omit that bit of your life, but omitting it doesn't completely mask the fact that it happened

Maybe this will all catch up and resurface some day to where everyone would come to terms with it all

and maybe then Rika would be back to how everyone said she was but you found it hard to believe and less thrilling to picture

But until then you figured out to slowly let them into your heart instead of you into theirs, things could be different

Maybe you would learn to forgive them and learn to trust them as they did to you before Rika

But you figured it would take time

A person can only hold out so much before they crumble after having pieces of them chipped and filled away to make space for other people to fit with them

Maybe if you had stayed home instead of venturing for adventure, you wouldnt have become terrified of the dark, needles, and strangers so much

Maybe if you didn’t answer those messages you wouldnt have become so traumitized by a group of people you considered family

But maybe if Rika didn’t go crazy on you, you wouldn’t have formed such bonds with people

And you know that there was still a lot of more to discover of each member of the RFA before you could ever think of leaving your family

For the moment you would settle with: Rika staying far away from you,

everyone hovering including the ever so distant smoll angry Yoosung,

the constant suppression of events you wanted to make everyone feel guilty about but couldnt bc they did that on their own,

and the knowledge that this dysfunctional group of misfits would be your final, unforeseen, and third love.

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l-brouillette · 6 years ago

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Marinette's Diary (1) (its my first one. Go easy on me)

Ever since Glaciator, i have noticed there is more to Chat Noir than i first thought. Like, maybe i was wrong about him.

One night, Chat landed in front of me on my balcony, "I hope im not bothering you Marinette."

I blushed a little, "no, of course not."

We leaned against the rail in silence for a few moments, just watching Paris. The silence was getting to me a bit. The last time he had stopped to see me he had been upset. Is something wrong this time too? Should i ask? Does he even want to talk about it? I nibbled on my lip, debating with myself, when he looked over at me and smiled.

"No, nothings the matter. It was just a beautiful night, i didnt want to enjoy it alone."

What??! Had he just read my mind??!

"Uh- w-what makes you say that?" I stuttered, straightening up suddenly.

He looked back out over Paris, still with that knowing smile on his face. "I figured you might be wondering, from your varied facial expressions!"

I frowned "am i that transparent?"

Gosh, if he could tell all that, who else has been able to read me so easily?

"Not really. But id wonder the same if i were in your shoes, so it was easy to tell."

"Phew!" I breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back against the rail. "Well it is a beautiful night. Im glad you chose not to spend it alone!" I looked at him and smiled warmly.

I saw him blush ever so slightly. "Me too."

Silence followed for a long while after that. Knowing nothing was wrong, I could relax.

More nights just like that. Sometimes we would sit in silence. Others, we would talk of trivial things. How school had been. How was the bakery. The weather. Flowers.

Then one day, Chat asked the oddest question. "Do you believe in Love?"

It was odd to me, since that first time weever sat like this, we had both had love troubles. "Of course," I replied. "Don't you?"

He sighed, and leaned his head back to look up at the stars. "I dont know. Sometimes. Other times not so much. Its hard when you love someone who doesnt love you back. Or thinks your joking."

I knew he was talking of Ladybug, And I felt bad. But i also knew what he was feeling.

"I guess. It's hard when your feelings arent returned. But that doesnt mean I wish i didnt feel them." I thought of my feelings for Adrien, and how he only saw me as a friend, and grew a bit sad. "I can only hope that one day, things will be different."

I turned my head away so he couldnt see the flicker of pain cross my face.

"Do you - does your - does who you like, still not notice you? He asked hesitantly.

I sighed. Sure, hed have to ask that! "Nope."

"Who is it? Maybe i can help." He offered.

I didnt know how useful that would be, but at the same time, what could it hurt?

"Ah, his name is Adrien," i managed to get out, and immediately blushed. Just thinking of him made my heart flutter.

Chat looked surprised. "What?! I mean - wow!"

Embarrassed, I lowered my head, "ya, I know. Way out of my league."

"No no!" Chat insisted, as he put his hand on my shoulder. "Thats not what i meant at all. He would be lucky to have someone as great as you."

"Thanks," i smiled a little and looked at him, "for the vote of confidence."

With a sigh I turned back to look out into the distance, and we both just sat there in silence for a time. It was nice to have told someone else. Alya and the girls were fine, but to tell someone outside my circle of friends. Even if nothing happened from it.

"Marinette?" Chat broke the silence and turned towards me, "why dont you tell Adrien how you feel?"

I sighed, frustrated. "I've tried. Every time i get near him, I turn into a stuttering clumsy mess!" I got embarrassed just thinking of all the times i had embarrassed myself in front of him while trying to ask him out. Gosh!!

I looked over at Chat Noir to see him staring at me thoughtfully, and I blushed. What was he thinking??!

"What?" I finally asked him.

"Nothing." He brushed the hair away from my face and rested his hand on my cheek for just a moment. He gave a small smile and, "I just feel like im seeing a whole new side to you," he told me.

"Oh. Well you dont know me at all, so id imagine there are alot of sides you havent seen!" And gave him a warm smile.

He looked guilty for a moment, then looked away. "Your right."

"Did i say something wrong?"

He turned back to look at me quickly, "no no! You didnt. I didnt mean that! Don't think on it anymore!" And he draped his arm around my shoulders. "Just enjoy the view."

Somehow it was comforting to be with Chat Noir this way. Soothing. Who would have thought?!

I relaxed, and rested my head on his shoulder and did as he suggested, and enjoyed the view.

I came to long for the evenings when Chat Noir would come to visit me. It was peaceful. I could be myself. I could be honest. And i didnt turn into a blubbering fool.

This night started like all the others. I sat in my lounger on my balcony, waiting, hoping, that Chat would swing by.

I wasnt dissappointed.

He landed in front of me with a soft "thud" and moved into a deep bow.

"Good evening Marinette. Mind if i join you for a bit?"

I smiled widely at him and sat up a bit, "of course not! I was uh, kinda hoping you would come by." i became a tad nervous as i admitted that. But Chat just smiled warmly at me. He sat at my feet and leaned his back against the rail.

"So Marinette, anything interesting happening with you lately?" He asked, with what seemed like a gleam in his eye, but i couldnt imagine why, so i just brushed it aside.

I thought for a few moments, trying to remember if there was anything that Chat could be talking about. I tapped my lip with my finger, trying to pinpoint something. Something about the Way he asked made it seem like there should have been!

I had managed to talk to Adrien the other day without stammering like an idiot. But why on earth would he care about that?!

"Uh, nothing really that i can remember," i said, still racking my brain for ANYTHING!

"Oh." He seemed dissappointed, and frowned just a bit. But why?!

"Do you know something i don't?"

"No no!" He waved his hands in front of him, looking sheepish. "I thought i heard a rumor that you were invited to a Photoshoot with Adrien, where he models your design."

"Oh!" I exclaimed! How could i have forgotten that?! "You heard right! It just, uh, slipped my mind a bit." I admitted with a blush. Usually everything involving Adrien is at the front of my memory. So why not this time?!

Actually, lately, all ive been thinking about is whether or not Chat would stop in. And sitting up here in my free time waiting. And hoping. Realizing this, it was kind of embarrassing. Especially when Chat was sitting right in front of me, looking, waiting for my answer. I didnt have time to digest this realization in private.

I blushed under his unwavering stare. "I uh, d-don't - i mean I had other things on my mind i guess?" Even to my own ears it didnt sound convincing. I could feel my face grow hot from the lie, almost like he could see inside my head and KNEW what i was thinking!

"Oh. That other stuff must be pretty important. Anything you wanted to share?" He asked. He looked puzzled while he asked, but goodness, what would he say if he knew the truth!

"Uh-" I looked about for some inspiration, anything, to get me out of this jam!

Chat took my hand and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss, "its alright if you dont want to tell me. I understand."

I blinked a few times in surprise. And blushed. What was happening?! Do i -love- Chat?? What?!

"I guess i, um, have just kind of accepted not being with Adrien." He looked surprised for a moment. I went on quickly, before i lost my nerve. "I, um, uh, kind of like someone else now. More."

I knew my face was beet red after that admission! And Chat was staring at me in surprise, or maybe it was disbelief. Did he suspect??

He stood up quickly, and stared down at me for a moment, before turning to look over Paris. He took a couple steps away from me, paused, turned and took a couple steps back towards me.

"Marinette..." He just left that hang there for a moment. "Are you... Saying what i think your saying?" He looked confused. And boy, that made two of us!

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to look casual. "I dont know. What do you think im Saying?!" God, was that me??! I sounded pretty confident, even to my own ears. Where had that come from?? I sounded like Chat Noir!

I looked back at him and smiled a little, not wanting to waste this sudden confidence!

He started to reach for me, then stopped himself, almost like he wasnt sure what to do. So i stood up, which forced him to take a step back.

I gave a smirk, channeling my inner Chat. "Nervous, Chat Noir??"

He took another step back, and hit the railing. "Uh, n-no," he stammered.

"This is a strange occurrence, isnt it? Chat Noir is speechless!" I teased him. I poked a finger at his chest and smiled up at him, "how does it feel being on the other end for a change?"

"Uh, kind of unsettling, actually." He admitted. Good. For once i wasnt the blubbery fool. Why could i be this Way now, but never before, with Adrien?

Well, no time to question it now!

"You didnt answer me," i whispered, "What do you think im saying?" I moved my face closer to his, and could see all the emotions running across his face.

Surprise. Nervousness. Wonder. Was that fear?

He still wasnt saying anything, so i slowly crept my hand up his chest. He looked at my hand, then at me, and back to my hand. But still he said nothing.

"Cat got your tongue?" I teased.

Thank seemed to snap him out of it, because he quickly put his hand over mine on his chest. "Marinette. Stop. You dont know what your saying. D-Doing. F-Feeling." He stammered.

I moved my other hand to touch the side of his face, and leaned in closer, forcing him to lean farther back against the rail. He moved both of his hands to grasp the rail on either side of himself, to keep himself from falling.

"Am i making you nervous?" I asked him.

"Yes. I- dont know what to do." He told me. "I dont know what to say. This isnt right. You like Adrien. You told me so." He seemed to be grasping at straws! It was so cute to see him struggle.

But i knew i needed to give him some space. Some time. So i stepped back.

"Your right." I told him. "I did like Adrien. But lately, all i can think about, is you. Dont worry," i continued hurriedly, " i know you like Ladybug!" Thatll be an interesting story when the time comes! I blushed a little just thinking about it.

It had been a long time since Chat Noir had said anything. I finally looked at him. He had a hand rubbing the back of his neck, like he wasnt sure what to do.

"Dont get me wrong, i really like Adrien still. But at some point, you have to stop pining for what you cant have, and find something you can." He still seemed odd. What on earth was going through his head? Had i made a BIG mistake?! Was he trying to figure out how to let me down gently? God! It would be so mortifying to be shut down by two of the guys i love!

"I get it. Dont worry. No reason to say anymore!" I could feel my eyes start to water up. And i wanted to leave as soon as i could, so he didnt see me cry. "I think you should just go." I turned towards the trap door to my bedroom. I'll just leave him up here. What he does from there isnt my problem.

I crouched to open the window and he grabbed my hand, "Wait Marinette, please." He sounded sad. Well good! I was sad! Why do i always fall for boys who dont like me back??!

I turned to look at him quickly, holding my emotions in as much as i could. He didnt say anything, just continued looking puzzled.

"What?!" I demanded. "Its fine if you dont like Me, but at least you could say it to my face instead of just standing there in silence, making me feel like an idiot!" And there went all my bravado, as a silent tear slid down my cheek.

He lowered his head, as if in shame. "I'm sorry Marinette, I was caught off guard. Shocked!" He took both of my hands in his, and brought them up to his chest. "Dont get me wrong, i am extremely flattered. And i hear what your saying, about not pining."

"Ya ya," i rolled my eyes and turned my head away, "you just think of me as a good friend and dont want to mess with that, bla bla bla." Chat blinked, wide eyed at my rudeness. "Its the same talk i hear Adrien tell everyone about me!" I pursed my lips, getting quiet angry with the whole situation!

Chat dropped my hands quickly, and scratched the back of his neck again, and looked guilty. "Uh, what? No! I dont say that! I mean -i wasnt going to say that!"

He stammered.

I folded my arms across my chest and stared at him angrily. "I hate lies. Especially when they are about me."

"Marinette, i dont know how to respond!" He exclaimed, clearly frustrated.

I turned back around to open my window, and looked back over my shoulder at him, "well then when you do, you know where to find me." And with that, i dropped down onto my bed, and closed the window behind me. I laid on my bed, and gave in to the urge to cry.

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